Crimson: Iwao
Azure: Kisaki
Scarlet: Ryo
Midnight: Keiji
Note: I apologize if this chapter seems very short, I seem to have contracted a case of writer's block while thinking about duck suits... >.< Don't ask...
Chapter 2 (Ryo’s POV)
“You’ve been out of it during practice lately…” Kisaki leaned in even closer in concern.
“OH GODS!” Iwao shouted, jumping back and startling everyone else. Nope, he was definitely not blushing. Not at all. He wasn’t a male Hinata.
Ryo tilted his head in confusion. “Hey, Iwao, you okay there?” He poked Iwao’s biceps with a kunai. As expected, it didn’t even pierce his thick skin. Kinda like his thick skull.
Ryo scratched his chin. What’s been bothering Iwao? He’s been less than his usual vigorous self.
Heck, Iwao hasn’t gone over to Lee to cry and shout into the sunset!
Iwao, Lee, and Guy-sensei would always meet up to do their training ever since Iwao had become a genin. Iwao even got a hideous green jumpsuit and the right to wrap other guys in a ‘manly embrace’.
Ryo would’ve thought Iwao was a flamboyant gay if it wasn’t for the not-so-subtle crush Iwao had on Kisaki. ANYONE could see the unrequited feelings Iwao had for Kisaki.
Honestly, Ryo wasn’t sure how a fan of ‘manly things and manly ideals’ would like such a small girl. She was cute in a way, but the jarring difference between her sweet personality and her occasional homicidal tendencies really wasn’t his thing.
Quite different from her brother, who either gave no craps about the situation or shed blood whenever he felt like it.
NO. NO, he does not have a period! God!
Sometimes it felt like Keiji was some girl with really bad mood swings.
Anyways.
Iwao was silently suffering because of god knows what. And Ryo was going to figure out the cause no matter what. He’d drag Keiji along for good measure.
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“Why are we going to sneak into Iwao’s room when he’s in the shower?” Keiji grumbled. “He’ll think we’re creeps.” He already thinks YOU’RE a creep, Keiji…
“I’ve snuck into your room millions of times before and you don’t think I’m a creep.”
“Actually, I still find it—” Keiji’s protest was cut off by the sound of running water ceasing.
Both of the boys gulped, quickly looking around for a hiding spot.
“Quick! In here!” Ryo whispered as he shoved Keiji in Iwao’s closet. Ryo jumped into the space left and closed the door just as Iwao opened the bathroom door.
Did I just hear a door opening? Iwao pondered, wiping himself with a towel.
Iwao shrugged as he climbed into bed half-naked. As expected, Iwao fell as still as a log. Soon enough, snores filled the room.
Ryo breathed out a sigh of relief as he climbed out of the closet. “He’s asleep.”
Keiji stumbled out haphazardly. “How long were we in there?”
“Doesn’t matter. Now we search his place.”
“Dear lord.” Keiji marched off reluctantly to a bookshelf (surprise, surprise, he actually reads).
Ryo rummaged through Iwao’s desk and came up with several tattered journals. “Keiji, look at this!” he shout-whispered, grabbing the one with the current year on it. “It clearly says Iwao’s name on it!”
That easy? And it’s not even trapped? Keiji *ed the journal out of Ryo’s hands and flipped it open. Ryo settled for looking over Keiji’s shoulder. The two skimmed over the date—which was just a week ago—and skipped to the actual diary entry.
The color of blue occupies my mind more often lately. I thought I had suppressed my feelings for Kisaki, but to no surprise, I haven’t. It’s like a growing flame inside me; I can’t snuff it out.
Ryo had only read “The color of blue occupies my mind more often” when Keiji suddenly unsheathed his sword and strode towards the poor sleeping Iwao. Wait, Keiji?!
“Keiji, don’t do it!” Ryo pleaded as he tried to restrain Keiji’s flailing limbs.
“LET. ME. GO!” Keiji ground out between his teeth, trying to edge his katana closer to Iwao’s neck.
And that was the scene Iwao found himself waking up to: a murderous Keiji right beside his bed with only Ryo to restrain him.
Iwao looked between the two before making the wise decision to leap out of his bed.