Window to Your Soul

by Anonymous

Summary:

Mirrors are window to your soul... what if a mirror could show you your soulmate?

Notes:

• For theruminatingrash.

Merry Christmas or happy Holidays to anyone who celebrates.

Here is your gift theruminatingrash

Prompts: something about looking into the mirror and distorting your image until it's an unsightly, horribly revolting mess. and looking into your lover's eyes, and seeing that same face reflecting back at you, can you twist it, still? can you deny love and make it resemble hate, still? whatever image this conjures up in your head, I'd like to see it applied to sanegiyuu please.

I hope you enjoy my interpretation

‘People say mirrors are a window to your soul. If that is the case, mine must be fucking disgusting.’ Shinazugawa Sanemi thought as he glared at his reflection. He hated everything about his image. The thick, white hair from his albinism. The large purple eyes and face structure of his father. The scar across his forehead and the one that travelled from his left cheek over his nose and about halfway across his right. Mementos from the hell his so-called father put their family through. A reflection of a man doused in anger and violence.

 

Growing up was supposed to be a challenge, not a nightmare. Yet the man who sired him was a monster. When he was killed in an altercation at a casino, it was the best news of his life. His family was free of their greatest tormentor. It was no dreamscape for the first few years. Sanemi started working after school and on the weekends to help with expenses. Genya, the second eldest babysat every day. Slowly, things improved and his family healed. Then his mother found a kind and gentle man who adored her and his siblings. They married and Sanemi was able to focus on his own future while his youngest siblings experienced the childhoods they deserved.

 

The man sighed as he placed his brush back in the drawer. He grabbed the dark green vest to place over his long sleeve white button up. Of course, he left the top buttons of both the shirt and vest open before rolling the sleeves to his elbow. Being one of the managers at the café had its perks. Besides, he needed this image. Showing off his arms, the top of his chest drew people’s attention to his so-called assets. He worked hard for his figure, and it attracted an occasional partner for a good night. It was easier that way. The ones who only view him as a body. Never anything more.

 

Sanemi stepped outside his apartment, making quick work down the elevator and out to the street. It was a nice building. Thanks to his skills in the kitchen, he ended up being headhunted for a top café within a five-star hotel. It was a popular spot for dates. People desperate to confess their love with sugared delights. Then there were the guests who came to utilise the space for work. Sanemi didn’t mind this group. They were usually quiet and ordered a few items. Surprisingly it brought in a fair amount of money. Having prestige meant the environment was perfect for peace.

 

“Stop what you are doing! You! Yes you. Are you tired of failing in your love life? Sick of settling for lacklustre dates? Join the thousands who have already successfully found their soulmate through MIRROR.”

 

Sanemi barely caught his groan as the bloody advertisement was playing when he entered the reception area of KNY Towers.

 

“MIRROR is a unique product taking the world by storm. Simply drink the formula before staring at your reflection and be amazed as it shimmers into the face of your soulmate.”

 

“Good morning Sanemi!” Kocho Kanae called from the reception desk.

 

“Morning Kanae.”

 

She was a pretty woman with long dark hair and light purple eyes. Guests adored her friendly personality. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” She said pointing to the screen.

 

“I guess.” He shrugged as he made his way towards the café area. The advertisement words following him.

 

“Leading scientist Doctor Tamayo shocked the world when she discovered the link to soulmates.

 

I always heard the expression; mirrors are the window to our souls. Then I thought, what if we looked further and after years of study, I finally cracked the combination to view the other half of the soul. A person’s soulmate.”  

 

Sanemi snorted.

 

“Don’t be like that Sanemi.” A younger woman frowned at him when he came to put on an apron.

 

“You don’t really believe that nonsense Mitsuri?”

 

“Of course. There are stories of soulmates and true loves in so many cultures. I can’t wait to get access to my Mirror.”

 

He shook his head. He shouldn’t be surprised. Kanroji Mitsuri adored everything about love. She was a bubbly person with extreme energy and strength. She was also a cake making prodigy. The woman could bake just about anything. Add to the fact she had a cute face, bright green eyes, pink hair with green tips and a stunning figure, the woman was the prefect poster girl for the café. It suited Sanemi. Since his face could hardly be displayed proudly.

 

Oddly enough, Sanemi and Kanroji made a perfect pair for making desserts. Kanroji said their personalities blended like a trifle.

 

“Ara, ara good morning.” Kocho Shinobu greeted as she placed her things in the back before donning her apron. Shinobu was Kanae’s younger sister. She was shorter, had cropped black hair with purple tips and dark purple eyes. She also had a no-nonsense attitude. Sanemi had never seen someone sound so polite while dressing down rude customers. Shinobu impressed the management with her unique flare and became the head server in less than six months.

 

“Hey Shinobu.”

 

“Morning Shinobu.” 

 

“I see we are discussing soulmates again.” The shorter woman joined the conversation.

 

Kanroji sighed. “Yeah. It’s just so exciting to know my perfect partner is out there and soon I will be able to find them.”

 

Shinobu smiled at the other, her eyes bright. Sanemi wanted to gag. Between her and one of the baristas, it was like being sandwiched in a love triangle.

 

“Morning.” A quiet voice hissed, joining them in preparations.

 

‘Speak of the devil.’  Sanemi smirked, before grunting another hey.

 

Iguro Obanai. A quick-witted, sharp-tongued man. Choppy black hair and stunning eyes, one blue and one yellow. Constantly wore a mask for his standards of hygiene. Although smaller in statue, Obanai held his own. The man was like Shinobu in that he refused to put up with nonsense. Someone was rude, he would have them removed. It was a classy establishment, and managers praised him for adhering to the no tolerance to abuse policy. Sanemi knew it was bullshit. Obanai had a temper and hated most people. He simply used the policy to his advantage. That’s why the two got along so well.

 

“Hi Obanai. Where’s your brother?”

 

The man groaned. “Kyojuro dropped me to the front before he and the peacock found a parking space.”

 

Sanemi chuckled at that image. Obanai was adopted into the Rengoku family in his teens. The man didn’t speak of his past much, just something about a cult. Either way, the police got him out and the Rengoku’s gave him the home he needed. It was amusing to see the snarky, short-tempered man with his vibrant, loud brother.

 

“Good morning colleagues.” Kyojuro called out as he joined them in the morning preparations. The man was slightly shorter than Sanemi with blonde hair with red highlights. Golden eyes were wide, filled with enthusiasm. He grabbed an apron and went to help Shinobu set up the floor as the others greeted him. His cheerful demeanour was perfect for waiting tables.

 

“Flashy start today as always.” Uzui Tengen was the last to appear. Over six foot, with a god like physique. Mid length, silky silver hair and deep magenta eyes. Tengen was extremely popular with the guests for his handsome face and charisma. The man had a flair to drink making and the guests loved watching his antics. Although Obanai mumbled about working next to the fool, the man appreciated the guests rarely focused on him. Instead, he quietly made the drinks and only stepped forward if people pissed him off.   

 

“Have you asked him out yet?” Obanai asked as he watched his brother setting up the chairs.

 

Tengen sighed. “It’s not that easy.”

 

Even Sanemi snorted. “C’mon Tengen. It’s obvious you’ve had a thing for him since forever.”  

 

“Kyaaaa. You two would make such a cute couple.” Mitsuri squealed as she prepared a batter. “You could hold hands and kiss during breaks.”

 

Tengen flushed, making a shush gesture. The woman flushed and muttered an apology. Sanemi rolled his eyes, grabbing ingredients for another batter.

 

“So, what’s the hold up? My brother not good enough for you?” Obanai snapped, preparing some sandwiches. Their café was famous for their cakes; however, they still had some basic sandwiches and wraps for people who liked to work for a few hours. Apparently having just sweets wasn’t the best option. If they wanted something more substantial, they could go to the restaurant for lunch or dinner.

 

“What no. I really like Kyo.” Tengen whispered, he started assisting with the wraps. It was strange to see the usually confident man so nervous. “You know that Mirror thing?”

 

“For fuck’s sake. Who doesn’t? It’s everywhere.” The albino started scooping the mixture into a tray for baking.

 

“Kyojuro said he wants to try it.”

 

“Shit.” Obanai muttered, moving onto the second lot of sandwiches. Sanemi clicked his tongue. He pulled some of the cakes they prepared last night from the fridge so he could start the decorations.

 

Tengen sighed. “Yeah. No point asking him out if he wants to find his soulmate.”

 

Obanai hummed for a moment before resting against the counter. Arms folded over his chest. “Kyo is lucky. He grew up with parents who adore each other. Healthy, happy view of relationships. I can see why he wants to find his soulmate. He will want the person perfect for him.”

 

Mitsuri worried at her lip. “Is that wrong? To want to find that love?”

 

Obanai shook his head, his voice softening. “Of course not, Mitsuri. Wanting to find love is natural. It is just harder for people who are ready to commit even without the knowledge of a soulmate. It has made things complicated.”

 

The taller man snorted, washing his hands. “Finding your soulmate is flashy. I just wish Kyo was mine. You know?”

 

There were murmurs of agreement from the group. Obanai even patted Tengen on his back. A rare gesture of comfort.

 

Sanemi offered his support, although he didn’t really get it. He couldn’t give a shit about soulmates. Hell, he doubted someone like him even had one or if he did, they would see his scarred face and never bother coming to find him.

 

“Alright.” Tengen clapped, forcing a smile. “Let’s not let the day be ruined. We have too much to do.” 

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“I am good ma. The job is going well and the apartment is comfortable.”

 

Sanemi was on a quick break, so he decided to check on his mother and the gremlins. Living in another town meant it was harder to visit but it was better this way. He struggled to merge into the calm, loving family. Since his mother was young and hadn’t planned for his pregnancy, Sanemi was nine years older than his second brother Genya and more than ten years older than the other five. Sanemi left as soon as his mother was settled with her new partner. Determined to let them live without the reminders of their nightmarish past. Certain his face brought nothing but pain. Besides, being thirty with no romantic prospects worried his mother.

 

“Of course I check on Genya. He is coming to stay a couple of nights soon.” 

 

Genya was twenty-one now and in university. His brother was happy staying in the dorms with his friends, although he came to visit Sanemi often. Even with the gap in their ages, the two were always close.

 

“Okay ma. I will do my best to visit soon.” He rubbed his face with his hand. “Love you too. Bye.”

 

Sanemi sighed, standing to stretch. His break was practically over so he headed back towards the café. Nodding and forcing a smile at the guests. Not surprised when some did a double take at his appearance. He knew his face suited a gang member more than a cake maker. Whatever. He stopped to hold the door open for a guest when he heard a gasp. This caused him to focus. People usually at least kept their thoughts quiet.

 

The albino raised his eyes and was startled with the deepest shade of blues he had ever seen. It was like he was on a beach, staring out on a perfectly calm day. The water reflecting a cloud free sky. He blinked, focusing on the rest of the figure. A young man in tight black pants and shirt of high quality. His figure lean and yet perfectly sculptured. A large black and silver belt highlighting a trim waist. A silver eyebrow ring, studs in both ears and a silver chain with a wave pendant. Raven hair loosely tied in a low ponytail. Porcelain skin with a few freckles on his nose. A black shoulder bag nestled next to his hip.  

 

“Hi.”

 

Oh. Soft, silky and deep. Fuck. This young man was basically a walking wet dream and completely out of his league.

 

Sanemi cleared his throat. “Morning sir. Please after you.”

 

The man blinked at him. Okay…

 

“Sir, are you going in?”

 

Finally, the man seemed to come to. A slight pink dusting his cheeks. “Ah yes.” He muttered before dashing in. Sanemi wanted to click his tongue. Not even a thank you. Whatever. He was probably a rich fuck used to being served. The man must have been so shocked by his rough appearance he froze up. He restrained himself from stomping into the kitchen. What did it matter if another person found him hideous?

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Tomioka Giyuu was grateful to wake up in the soft bed of the penthouse. He had been travelling for eight months. An advantage of being an artist is that he could take his work with him. Giyuu prepared his shoulder bag with the items he needed for his morning. A mixture of electronic and traditional artist tools. His older sister, Tsutako was a fashion designer. The face behind Mizu Kizune, her world-famous fashion brand. Named after Giyuu’s favourite animal. The logo, a white fox with bright blue eyes and a wave pattern on its forehead designed by teenage Giyuu.

 

The siblings were especially close. After losing their parents at a young age, Tsutako took custody of Giyuu at eighteen. She was his entire world and the two dreamt of creating art adored by the masses. So, Tsutako studied fashion while Giyuu worked on his drawings, animations and singing. The two built the company together, using their inheritance. Tstuako designed the clothes while Giyuu created the advertisements and posters. His animations and drawings as much as a pull as the clothing. He voiced the characters, including singing for their special campaigns. He even modelled some of the clothes, although he always wore the fox mask. Tsutako told him he didn’t need it, but Giyuu wanted to keep his privacy. Happy to slink into the shadows while his sister pandered to the media.

 

Things were going well. They had expanded to overseas markets and Tsutako was invited to fashion shows and interviews around the world. Giyuu stayed at home, not wanting to introduce his boyfriend to his family business just yet. It was a smart decision when Giyuu’s boyfriend turned out to an asshole. They had a massive argument, the man claiming Giyuu was nothing but a disappointment. His sister had threatened murder, and it took Giyuu and his brother-in-law Ren to convince her not to take the next flight home. So, in need of a distraction, Giyuu decided to travel Japan. See new places and run the business from afar. He sent through his designs and attended the meetings from hotels and resorts. Taking his time to heal. Practicing his techniques. Now he was required to join the world again.

 

Tsutako’s friend from university ran an anime studio and he wanted Giyuu to assist with the production of a new series about a group of warriors protecting a kingdom. They had unique abilities and personalities to cater for. He sighed as he dressed. Not only was it good money and recognition of his art, but there was also an unexpected bonus. Yushiro was Doctor Tamayo’s partner and offered early access to Mirror. Although Tsutako was happily married, Giyuu couldn’t resist the temptation. So, two months ago, the young man stood before a hotel mirror. His hand shaking as he drank the oddly pleasant tasting liquid. It reminded him of red bean mochi… apparently Mirror had a unique flavour to every client. Giyuu’s body tensed as his reflection morphed. His breath caught. His soulmate was beautiful.

 

The man appeared older than himself with thick, messy white hair. Large violet eyes framed by long dark lashes. A jagged scar across his forehead and another from his left cheek and across his nose. A face full of character and strength. Giyuu shivered, his hand lightly tracing the scars across the glass. His artist soul screaming to capture every detail as the image began to fade. Just as quickly as it came, the other’s man face disappeared and Giyuu was left with his own reflection. Disappointed flared. He had to find that gorgeous man.

 

Now here he was. Staying in another hotel while he waited to meet with Yushiro. The man was returning from his own business trip in a few days, so Giyuu decided to start working on some character designs. There was one in particular he was struggling with. A certain male samurai who may resemble his soulmate. Not that he could help it. Giyuu found himself drawing the face constantly. It haunted him. Who was his soulmate? How could he find him?

 

A ding on his phone broke him from his thoughts. Giyuu smiled at the message from his sister.

 

T: ‘Are you settled in Yuu?’

 

G: ‘Yes Tsu. The hotel is lovely. Going down to the café to work for a bit.’

 

T: ‘Good. My baby brother needs to get out more. It’s the only way you are going to find your dream man. If he wins my approval.’

 

He chuckled when she sent though a fist hitting a palm.

 

G: ‘I’m twenty-four Tsu.’

 

T: ‘And still my baby. Never forget big sis is happy to kick ass!’

 

Giyuu shook his head. Tsutako always encouraged him to hang out in work cafes. Even if he never spoke to people, it at least created a lively environment. Plus, it made him happy to see people in his sister’s designs. He shrugged on his clothes and jewellery. Each piece part of the most recent fashion theme. Simple and elegant. Designed to show off his figure Tsutako said. He glanced at the mirror, sad to see his own blank face staring back. No character. Bland. Boring. His ex’s words still hurt… Giyuu sighed. It didn’t matter. The last one was an ass. Besides, he had a soulmate. Surely, that man wouldn’t find him unappealing.

 

The raven-haired shrugged, grabbing his bag and heading out of the apartment. He nodded politely if someone greeted him but was focused on getting to work. Social interactions were distracting. Giyuu preferred to observe, only joining conversations if he felt comfortable with others or craved information. He stood in the elevator, ignoring the fluttering lashes of the woman next to him. She was pretty but not eye catching. Nothing he deigned to draw.

 

When the elevator hit the ground floor, he moved with purpose. Giyuu heard the café here served the best cakes in the city and the thought of coffee and sweets drew him like a bee to pollen. He barely registered the people around him until a muscular, scared arm held open a door. His artist eye immediately drawn to the darker ragged lines across the pale skin. It was just like… he gasped. It was him.

 

Large, bright violet eyes blinked at him. Those long, dark lashes were even more spectacular in person. How could one face hold so much pain? So much history and character? His eyes took in the strong neck, the open collared shirt and vest. The man’s figure was everything Giyuu could ever want. Broad shouldered, muscular chest, tapered waist, thick, powerful looking legs. Two large scars crossed the top of his chest and Giyuu couldn’t help but wonder how many more were hidden under those firm fitting clothes. A true injustice to the world.

 

Giyuu’s mind was static. What do you say to the man who haunted your dreams.

 

“Hi.” He whispered.

 

Shit. Was that really all he could think of?

 

The man cleared his throat. “Morning sir. Please after you.”

 

Giyuu felt a twitch in his pants. Gods, how was even his voice so damn sexy. Gruff, deep.

 

“Sir, are you going in?”

 

Giyuu flushed. Shit. He was standing like an idiot. He muttered an “ah, yes,” and fled into the café. The man didn’t recognise him. He didn’t know Giyuu was his soulmate. Of course, only those of influence had access to the first few rounds of Mirror. The general public only recently started receiving them. How did you interact with your soulmate if they didn’t know about you?

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“Ara, ara. Looks like our blue-eyed friend has returned.” Shinobu said as she snuck into the kitchen.

 

“Seriously? It’s the fourth day. How does he eat so much?” Sanemi grunted, tilting his head to look out at the usual spot. Sure enough, the pretty boy was back. Same spot, far back corner. Drawing on his tablet. Maybe an art student? He had to be early twenties with that youthful face.

 

Mitsuri let out a small squeal. “At this rate he will have tried our whole range by the end of the week.”

 

“Exactly, where the hell is it going? Must have an awesome metabolism.” Sanemi muttered.

 

There was a snort as Obanai’s head popped around. “It’s not that surprising. I’ve seen you pack a few sweets too.”

 

“I go to the gym every day and I eat less now.”

 

Tengen also leaned back, his voice quiet while they had a break between orders. “I heard from some of the gym staff, the kid does too. He swims laps in the pool before working on the treadmill and weights. Apparently, he attracts a bit of attention.”

 

“Strange. I wonder who he is.” Shinobu mused before dashing out to help Kyojuro serve new customers.

 

Sanemi shrugged. The pretty boy was probably some rich heir living on his parents’ money. He came every day, barely spoke a word and kept fucking staring at him. Even the others noticed. Every time Sanemi went on break or assisted during a rush, those deep blues were locked on. Did his scars bother him that much? “Tsk.” He moved to help Mitsuri with a large takeaway order. Cupcakes for some event. They were just packing the last few for delivery.

 

“Oh someone’s here to meet our mystery friend.” Tengen said before going back to the coffee machine. Mitsuri and Sanemi rushed to the door to peer out. A man around thirty was sitting down. Pale skin, green hair and purple eyes. Black dress pants and a green shirt.

 

“Eeep. It’s him.”

 

“Who?” Sanemi whispered. Obanai and Tengen leaned subtly towards them.

 

Mitsuri was practically gushing. “Yushiro. He owns Visionary Anime Studios but more importantly, he is married to Doctor Tamayo.”

 

Tengen gasped. “The Mirror lady?”

 

Shinobu and Kyojuro both paused as they collected coffee for their tables. “Oh my. Is the young man an anime artist then?”

 

“Well.”

 

The group shushed the blonde, who flushed and dropped his voice. “The man is constantly drawing. I saw a few of his images. They were impressive.”

 

Mitsuri was practically bouncing on her toes. “Do you think we will get to meet them?”

 

“Doubt it. Why the hell would he want to meet serving staff?” Sanemi clicked his tongue. “I doubt they even notice us.”

 

Kyojuro frowned. “That’s not true. The young man may be quiet, but he is very polite.”

 

“Huh.” I guess having a handsome face charmed even the coldest personality. “Whatever. Who cares about some spoilt brat. Probably has rich parents paying for the meeting.”

 

Obanai nodded. “Talented or not it wouldn’t surprise me.”

 

The group returned to the work, although Mitsuri kept sneaking peaks. 

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“You wish to take inspiration from the staff at this café?” Yushiro asked, his brow furrowed in thought.

 

GIyuu nodded, his eyes bright. “The staff here are so unique. Their faces, hair, brightness. It’s like my soul calls out to them. See, here’s just a few rough sketches.”

 

Yushiro leaned forward, his eyes wide. Such a talent, hidden in the world of advertisement. The way their faces popped off the screen… When Yushiro met Sato Tsutako (previously Tomioka Tsutako), he had no idea her younger brother was a budding artist. Then one day billboards, websites and television advisements started appearing with spectacular animated features. A young man in a fox mask, before fading into images of clothes and jewellery. Even still artworks of the characters in traditional kimonos were breathtaking. The animation smooth, the images vibrant. The problem was no one had heard of this T.G or the owner of Mizu Kizune, Sato T. It wasn’t until Sato appeared for her first interview that Yushiro connected the dots. Tomioka Tsutako must have married before her designs took off.

 

Then it was a game of patience. Between helping his wife release Mirror and building his studio’s reputation, it took years before he was able to contact Sato. It was just pure luck that Sato was fuming about her brother’s asshole partner that got him a foot in the door. The woman adored her little brother and the offer to access Mirror so early the perfect bait. 

 

Now he watched as this young man practically gushed praises of the features of the staff at this café. He could see the appeal. They certainly were interesting. Unusual hair and eye colours. Nice features. He smirked. Luckily, he had the connections to make things happen. “Alright Tomioka. Let me make a call.”

 

The Ubuyashiki family was one of their biggest sponsors for Mirror. He was sure Ubuyashiki Kagaya would be happy to organise a chat with his staff. He was already planning to pay him a visit so why not see if he could meet a little earlier.

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“Shit. It’s Ubuyashiki-san.” Obanai hissed.

 

“Really?” Sanemi and Mitsuri poked the heads out the door again. Ubuyashiki Kagaya was an influential man. His family one of the wealthiest in Japan. He often held events and visited with his staff but never to hold a meeting in his own café. The man smiled and nodded to them before joining Yushiro and the pretty boy. Who was this kid?

 

Kyojuro approached the table quickly, taking their new orders before rushing to the counter. “I can’t believe the boss is here.”

 

“No shit. This kid must be from an influential family.” Obanai muttered. Sanemi nodded before Shinobu snapped her fingers as she approached. “Hurry up with the orders. Let’s keep our good impressions.”

 

“Right.”

 

They continued to work as the three men spoke. The boss was calm, nodding and looking at the tablet of the young man before he pulled out some sort of sketch book. They drank coffee and ate cake while Yushiro smiled and waved his hands. What could an anime studio want with a hotel? Were they changing to live action?

 

After an hour, Ubuyashiki approached the counter, politely calling his staff. “It is good to see you all well, although I apologise for interrupting your work.”

 

The group waved it off. Their boss was always welcome. “I would appreciate it if you could all stay after close for a quick discussion with my friends.”

 

“Yes Ubuyashiki-san.”

 

“Thank you. I will be back at closing time. Please ensure all our guests are treated with care. Especially my new friends.”

 

Sanemi turned to glance at the two at the table. Ocean eyes locked on to his. He felt heat in his cheeks. Pretty boy must be an heir of some massive family to attract even the boss’ interest.

 

“Well, let’s get our shift finished flashily and find out what our new friends want.”

 

“Kyaa. I can’t believe we are going to meet Yushiro. I wonder if we might even meet Doctor Tamayo soon.”

 

Sanemi clicked his tongue. Stupid soulmate shit held no interest, however maybe he would finally find out about the strange man with the staring problem.

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Ubuyashiki appeared as the guests were being escorted out of the café. There were a few curious glances at the two sitting in the corner, however no one would question the owner. Especially not with the extra security on the doors. Having famous people made the boss nervous.

 

“Please grab a chair and join us.” Ubuyashiki called.

 

Sanemi sat at a slight distance. Still uncomfortable with the way the young man stared at him. Was his face that fucking hideous?

 

“Thank you all for your time. I will of course pay overtime for the interruption.”

 

 Fuck yeah. Sanemi could always do with a little extra cash.

 

“I would like to introduce you to my friends. As you probably know this man is Yushiro. Owner of Visionary Anime Studios and husband to Doctor Tamayo of Mirror.”

 

The group stood and bowed, Mitsuri nearly tripping on her feet in excitement. Yushiro returned the bow before the young man rose to his feet. The boss gestured. “And this is Tomioka Giyuu, the talented artist behind Mizu Kitsune’s advertisements.”

 

Holy shit! The advertisements were everywhere. Every time Sato Tsutako appeared in interviews, she refused to reveal the identity of T.G. She would simply smile and say the artist was her greatest treasure. Tengen and Mitsuri were practically vibrating. The two adored fashion. Showing the group the newest styles and advertisements.

 

Mitsuri looked ready to burst. The boss seemed to take pity on her. “You may ask questions.”

 

“Kyaaa. Thank you. Tomioka-san, are you related to Sato-san? You look similar.”

 

Tomioka nodded. “Yes. Tsutako is my elder sister. We built Mizu Kitsune together.”

 

Sanemi nearly choked. Turns out he wasn’t a spoilt heir after all. Thanks to Mitsuri and Tengen’s obsession, the whole group heard the story of the young orphan woman who risked her inheritance to make her mark.

 

“Out of respect for my privacy, Tsutako has kept my name from the spotlight.”

 

“Why though?” Sanemi asked, voice gruff. “Don’t you want the fame?”

 

Tomioka tilted his head, his brow creased slightly. “As an artist I prefer to observe the world. It is easier to study people if you blend into the background.”

 

Shinobu leaned forward. “Is that why you have been here this week? To observe and draw the cafe?”

 

“Not at first but this café has a nice atmosphere and interesting people.” Tomioka’s eyes darted to his hands. “I’m sorry if my staring was bothering you. Tsu said I can seem intense.”

 

Tengen burst into laughter. “That’s a flashy way to put it. Your eyes are hard to miss.”

 

Tomioka flushed, his fingers twitching like they were desperate to hold something. “Sorry.”

 

“No trouble at all my young friend. You are simply burning with artistic passion.” Kyojuro chuckled, giving the man a pat on the shoulder. Mitsuri joined in trying to make the younger feel welcome.

 

‘Interesting… so Tomioka wasn’t being creepy. He’s just shy.’ Sanemi smiled when Tomioka’s cheeks became darker at the attention. ‘He’s kind of cute when he’s embarrassed.’

 

Yushiro coughed, causing the group to focus. “If I may, I think it is time we clarify why we requested this meeting.”

 

Ubuyashiki nodded. “I agree. As I explained Yushiro has an animation studio and he has requested Tomioka to be one of the animators of a new piece.” He motioned for the other man to continue.

 

“Yes. It is a series based on warriors, with unique abilities who protect their kingdom from magical threats. The male lead is a sword wielder who joins with eight other warriors to form a guard.”

 

“Sweet. I love fighting anime.” Tengen leaned back in his chair.

 

“What does this have to do with us?” Obanai’s eyes were sharp. “Unless they meet at a café I fail to see this place being useful.”

 

Ubuyashiki chuckled. “You are correct. The café itself is not of interest, however Tomioka has a request.”

 

The man in question grabbed his sketchbook. His body language completely changed. Instead of the stiff, awkward posture, Tomioka was now leaning towards them. His ocean eyes nearly sparkling. Fuck, no wonder the man’s sister kept him hidden. Women would trip over themselves for such beauty. He shakily opened the sketchpad before turning it towards them… wait…

 

“Is that fucking me?” Sanemi’s jaw dropped. The image was only sketched in lead and yet there was so much detail. The man was younger but had the same white locks, large eyes framed with long lashes. The man wore a sleeveless tunic with a low-cut neckline, showing off his bulky chest and arms. Although the scars were in different positions, it still felt so much like him. “Why does he look like me?”

 

Tomioka flushed, his fingers fiddling with the edge of the page. “Because you are…” 

 

Sanemi felt a bubbling in his gut as realisation settled in. “That’s why you have been fucking staring.”

 

Ubuyashiki frowned, while Tomioka flinched. “I just...”

 

Nope, not this time. He respected his boss but there was no way he was going to be made fun of. “What huh? You just thought my messed-up face would be perfect for some sword wielding weirdo.”

 

“Sanemi.” Mitsuri laid her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. Why? Why did everyone see him like that?

 

The young man was pale. “No, I…”

 

Sanemi slammed his fist on the table. “No. I get it.” He felt tears prickling and quickly rubbed them away. “I see the way people look at me. The scars, the anger. Nothing but a monster, right? Clearly involved in gangs or been in jail.”

 

“Stop it.” The young man jumped to his feet. Hands clenched into fists. Blue eyes blazing. Forehead creased. Muscles trembling. Sanemi was speechless against such a glare. “Is that what you think I really see? Just scars and anger?” Tomioka’s voice was strained.

 

Yushiro stood, “Tomioka perhaps we should calm down.”

 

“No.” The man approached and shoved the sketch closer to Sanemi’s face. “Can you not see it?”

 

The albino glanced away and startled when the younger snapped. “Look again.”

 

He sighed turning to look at the image. “It’s no fucking different.”

 

“Then you are a fool.” Tomioka growled, shoving his hand at the drawing. “Can’t you see how beautiful you are?”

 

“Huh?” Sanemi’s mind blanked.

 

“Your strong, sharp facial structure. Your large, bold eyes framed so perfectly.” Sanemi’s face was heating up. “You’re refined muscular structure. Your large, strong hands. Reliable and sturdy as they grasp the sword.” Tomioka leaned even closer. “And your scars… like pathways, leading the imagination to wonder about the hardships the warrior endured. What monsters he fought to become so powerful.”

 

Sanemi could hardly breathe. His entire body was on fire. This man… he saw all that. He saw a man scarred from violence and instead turned his tale into that of a warrior. A survivor? “I…” He licked his lips. “I don’t know what to say.”

 

Tomioka’s eyes lightened and he smiled. His heart fluttered. Oh fuck. “Say you will be a model.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Tomioka chuckled, leaning back on the table before flicking to another page. A taller man in a flashier robe stood there. Tengen gasped and cried out in delight. “Say you will all be my models. You all have such beautiful features. Please let me create these warriors off you.”

 

Kyojuro, Mitsuri and Tengen were rambling with delight. The three clearly sold on the idea of being an inspiration for the anime. Obanai and Shinobu were more sceptical. “I don’t want people annoying me at work.”  

 

“Ara. I too would find it frustrating.”

 

Yushiro grinned. “They won’t. Tomioka will base the designs off you but there will be enough changes that no one except those who really know you will notice.”

 

Mitsuri grabbed each of their hands. “Please Obanai, Shinobu. We can all be in an anime together.”

 

The two blushed before mumbling their consent. Sanemi was staring at his hands. Tomioka thought they were strong, sturdy. The young man’s description went against everything Sanemi saw in his reflection. He wasn’t beautiful and not one of his flings had ever complimented his scars.

 

“Shinazugawa-san?” Violet met the calm ocean. “Please model for me.”

 

Yushiro tapped the table with a finger. “I should mention you will all be paid for your time and my wife has agreed to send you all a vial of Mirror as a bonus.”

 

Sanemi frowned. He didn’t care about the soulmate shit, but extra cash was always helpful.

 

“I… I guess.” He mumbled. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed with a strange sensation in his stomach when Tomioka smiled again.

 

“Thank you. I promise I will get your permission before the final design is approved.”

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Sanemi found himself observing Tomioka over the next few weeks. He told himself it was natural to be interested in the young man. His elder brother instincts were driving him to leave the kitchen more. To hover over Tomioka to ensure he was caring for himself. To bring in homecooked meals for the man to eat after the café closed. Nutrition was important and Sanemi would do this for any of his colleagues. Obanai snorted when he pointed this out after Shinobu asked about the meals.

 

“You never bring in anything for us.”

 

“You don’t fucking need it. You have a proper kitchen. The kid only has the bar fridge. Can’t fucking eat cakes every meal.”

 

He found himself standing over Tomioka’s shoulders some days. His eyes focused on the smaller, pale hands. The way they glided over the paper or tablet. A gentle grip and yet Sanemi saw the calluses, the splitting skin, the band aides. Tomioka was a hard worker, determined to create a masterpiece. He dropped a small moisturizer on the table one morning. Tomioka blinked up at him with a bewildered expression that was not adorable. 

 

“No point taking care of all your artist tools if you let your hands go to shit.” He muttered before storming back to the kitchen. He didn’t see the soft smile as the young man watched him leave.

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Sanemi frowned one morning when he noticed deeper shadows under Tomioka’s eyes. The young man’s energy seemed lower than usual. His motions subdued.

 

“You look like shit Tomioka. You not sleeping?”

 

Tomioka rubbed his eyes and Sanemi had to urge to drag him to his room and tuck him in bed… what the fuck!

 

“Tsu needed a new animation piece for the next fashion show. Since I can’t work on it during my standard hours, I have been finishing it in the evenings.”

 

“Tsk. Make sure you get some sleep, idiot.”

 

He would deny the meals the next few days were full of additional protein and vegetables to build up Tomioka’s energy.

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“You seem awfully concerned about our young friend Sanemi.”

 

“Why the hell are you even here Kanae?” He snapped, putting on the finishing touches to the special order. Some fool decided on a gender reveal cake because they aren’t busy enough. The outside had to be both pink and blue decorations while the inside only contained blue frosting. At least it was a mild reveal. Some of the shit online was insane.  

 

“I finished at the counter for the day. Thought I would spend some time with my beloved friends.”

 

“Bullshit. You’re just being nosy.”

 

Kanae giggled. “Maybe a little.” She sighed and rested her chin on her hand. “It’s nice though. Seeing you so excited about someone.”

 

Sanemi flushed, grumbling as he piped the last of the pink frosting. “Don’t know what the fuck you mean. Idiot needs someone looking out for him. Yesterday he tried to eat cake with his fucking pencil.”

 

Tengen popped his head in from outside. “No seriously. Kyo told me he had to snatch his coffee when he noticed Tomioka was adding salt instead of sugar.”

 

The albino clicked his tongue, hands on his hips while Kanae was laughing. “See what I fucking mean. Man’s a bloody airhead. So focused on his work he doesn’t notice half the shit going on.”

 

“I see.”  There was a strange glint in her eye. “You know Sanemi, six years is not a large gap.”

 

He froze, an eyebrow raised. “The fuck are you talking about?”

 

Even Obanai leaned against the doorframe. “Agreed. Tomioka doesn’t have a partner. Kyo asked him.”

 

“Good for him.” The albino growled, staring at his hand on the counter… ‘Tomioka is available… no. He would never want him.’

 

“Sanemi…” Kanae patted his shoulder. “It’s alright to like Tomioka.”

 

He pulled away, grabbing a box for the cake. “Absolutely not.”

 

“Why not?” Tengen snapped, arms crossed over his chest. “He’s young, attractive. He seems interested. Take a shot.”

 

Sanemi spun, finger pointed at the taller man’s chest. “Why don’t you ask Kyojuro then?”

 

“You fucking know why!” Tengen’s eyes hardened. His posture stiff as he went back to the counter.

 

Obanai glared. “That was cruel. You bloody know he is struggling.”

Sanemi flinched, before sighing and resting his head in his hands. Even Kanae looked disappointed. “I know. I just…” He gestured towards the door. “I can’t.”

 

“Why?” Kanae’s expression had softened. She was always the first to forgive his outbursts.

 

“Mirror.” Sanemi whispered. 

 

“What?” Obanai leaned forward.

 

“Because of fucking Mirror!” He snarled, the vein on his forehead swelling. “You heard Yushiro. They are sending us all a vial. Why the fuck would he pick me when he probably has some gorgeous partner waiting for him?”

 

Kanae’s eyes were misty and Sanemi allowed her to pull him into a hug. “Oh Sanemi. I’m sorry I didn’t even think of that.”

 

Obanai groaned. “Fuck. I guess we are all in the same boat.” The man glanced at Mitsuri, sitting with Tomioka. She loved having someone to talk fashion with. Then there was Shinobu. Her confidence and face alluring. His eyes moved to Tengen. His friend had loved his brother for years and Obanai was confident the feeling was mutual… but now thanks to Mirror everything was twisted. “I’m not sure I will even use it.”

 

“What? But this could be your only chance Obanai.” Kanae was sweet. Like Mitsuri she was so excited to see her soulmate.

 

Sanemi clicked his tongue. “Who cares. I’m just supposed to drop everything to find some mystery person. What if they live in another country?”

 

“Exactly. Just because they are a soulmate doesn’t mean everything will be perfect.” Obanai muttered. “Maybe some of us would be happy with the one our heart already chose.”

 

“Oh. I think I understand.” Kanae rubbed her eyes. “If you are already in love the temptation is low.”

 

“Exactly.” Sanemi placed the cake in the box and sent a message for their delivery driver to come and collect it. “I have never cared about a soulmate. Hell, I never even thought I would like anyone enough to want to date.”

 

“Tomioka must be pretty special then.”

 

“Makes no difference. He’s not mine.” Sanemi sighed, pushing himself from the counter. “I’m going to help Tengen. Tell him I’m sorry.”

 

Kanae smiled, patting his shoulder. “He’ll understand if you explain it.”

 

The albino shrugged, stepping to the counter area. He felt a tug in his heart when he noticed Tomioka laughing with Mitsuti. Knowing those sweet little smiles, bright laugh and beautiful, soul stirring eyes would never be his.

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“Shinazugawa.”

 

Sanemi’s body stiffened. He forced his face to look uninterested as he turned to face Tomioka. The man was in a maroon shirt today. The Mizu Kitsune logo in the middle of the chest area. Fuck, the colours really brought out his eyes.

 

“What’s up Tomioka?” He grunted.

 

The man’s hand latched on to a spoon on the counter. Tomioka focused on twiddling it between his fingers. Sanemi couldn’t help the small smile creeping to his face. The young man seemed to need to hold something when he was nervous.

 

“I…” Tomioka took a breath. “I was hoping you would let me model you after your shift today.”

 

Shit. That’s right. Tomioka has been here close to three months now. Slowly asking each one to come to his room after their shifts. He had them hold poses in exercise clothes so he could study their postures and movements. Tomioka had even roped in two more staff from other areas. Himejima Gyomei, one of their managers. An exceptionally tall and broad man with terrible eyesight. He wears thick glasses over his bright green eyes. He assisted their boss with the paperwork. Then there was Tokito Muichiro. A nineteen-year-old who was still at university. He mostly worked at the counter on weekends. Helping to cart bags for their customers. Tomioka was captivated by his light teal eyes and long hair with teal tips.

 

“Tsk. Lucky I was planning to go to the gym after work.” Another lie. Sanemi had secretly stashed a set of clean gym clothes in his work locker as soon as the others told him what was going on. He really was pathetic.

 

Tomioka’s eyes lit up, crinkling as he smiled. Sanemi’s heart tightened. He was so close… he could just lean in and… no.

 

“I’ll wait for you after you close then.”

 

“Whatever.” Sanemi waved him off. He couldn’t. Tomioka must have a wonderful soulmate. Probably stunningly beautiful to match his own looks.

 

He focused on his work. Mitsuri chatting away at him about the newest trend she discovered. He made an occasional noise here and there. Grateful the bubbling woman was distracting him. Still, time pressed on and Sanemi found himself inside Tomioka’s room. It was one of the hotel’s finest. Large king bed. Big bathroom with a spa bath. A worktable, currently full of papers. Sanemi wandered over, admiring the art. There were many of the Mizu Kitsune. Different outfits and poses.

 

“Shit, is this Kyojuro?”

 

Tomioka nodded, his eyes relaxed as he moved to stand next to him. “Mnnn. He seemed happy.”

 

He chuckled. “I bet.”

 

Sanemi loved the design. He could see Kyojuro in the image and yet, there were obvious differences. Instead of his gold and red hair and eyes, Tomioka had altered it to a mixture of blues. The figure held a great sword, with black and silver armour. Blue fames surrounded the blade.

 

“I thought Kyojuro suited the flames master.” Tomioka touched the design gently. Sanemi’s chest tightened.

 

“You are on first name basis huh.”

 

“Mnnn. Kyojuro said he sensed we would be great friends.”

 

“I see.” Sanemi rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess you can call me Sanemi then. Seems silly to use my last name when we’re friends.”

 

“Then you can call me Giyuu, Sanemi.” Tomioka… no Giyuu was flushing slightly. Sanemi’s heart fluttered. Fuck, hearing his name in that sweet voice.

 

Giyuu glanced up at him, holding out a sketchpad. “Would you like to see the other designs before we work on yours?”

 

“Yeah. I would like that Giyuu.”

 

Sanemi sat on the edge of the bed, nearly feeling his heart jump through his chest when the younger sat cross legged next to him. Leaning in. Shit. He was so close. The albino could smell a light sea breeze scent. Was it the shampoo he used?

 

Giyuu opened to another page and Sanemi barked out a laugh. Tengen’s figure was still tall and muscular, however he was wearing a bright magenta robe and a bejewelled eyepatch. The figure was posing, legs bent as he held a Charkram in each hand. The circular weapons oddly suited. His one visible eye was a bright silver.

 

“No armour?”

 

Giyuu shook his head. “Tengen’s character is all about speed and showing off.”

 

Sanemi snorted. “Figures.”

 

Giyuu flipped the next page. “Himejima wanted sturdy. Powerful.”

 

“Shit. Four arms and … is he blind?”

 

“Mnnn. His warrior fights with his other heightened senses, and he liked the idea of swinging a giant flail with the strength of four arms.”

 

“I see.”

 

Giyuu’s works were truly beautiful. Himejima-san’s imposing figure reminded Sanemi of a mountain. Honestly, if he was in some magic ass world and saw that man coming, he would flee. As they flicked through the next few designs, Giyuu leaned against his shoulder and Sanemi felt the blood rush to his head. Fuck, fuck, shit. Did he not notice? Should he move? Push him away? Did he want to?

 

He sat completely stiff as Giyuu talked softly about the rest of the characters. Sanemi hardly heard a word. He made noises of appreciation while secretly hoping the man couldn’t feel his heart pounding. Shinobu’s character was bright. Greens and pinks with small, poisoned daggers and golden eyes. Mitsuri wore a black cloak with purple highlights. Her eyes a bright blue. Oddly if the two were next to each other, their eyes reminded him of Obanai’s colours. Mitsuri’s character carried a strange chain with a curved blade at the end.

 

Sanemi started to relax, leaning slightly back against the younger man. The scent of sea breeze and something floral wafting from Giyuu’s hair when he moved. Surely this little contact was alright… friends leaned on each other. It didn’t mean anything.

 

“And here is Obanai.”

 

“Mnnn.” The albino felt Giyuu’s head against his shoulder and couldn’t resist resting against it. Oh, his hair is so soft. Silky.

 

Obanai looked like some kind of mage. He was in a dark purple cloak with light green eyes. A two-handed staff with a snake head in his arms. “The staff can actually change into a giant snake.”

 

“That’s pretty cool.” Sanemi whispered. His gaze focused on Giyuu’s hands. The skin looked better. No longer cracked and covered in band aides. Soft, long fingers.

 

“Then there is Tokito. I still have some adjustments on this but he was insistent on these colours.”

 

Sanemi frowned. There was something familiar about Tokito’s choices. Purple eyes, long black hair with yellow tips. He had two swords as his weapons of choice.

 

Giyuu finally moved away and the taller man already missed the warmth. “Once I finish yours, they will start full production.”

 

Wait… “I thought there were nine warriors.”

 

The blue-eyed man placed the sketchpad on the table, shuffling behind an easel. “There will be.”

 

“So why are there only seven so far? Do you need to find another person?”

 

Giyuu began to roll a pencil between his fingers, avoiding eye contact. “No. I know who the ninth is. The design is nearly done.”

 

Sanemi raised a brow. “Can I see it then?”

 

The man chewed his lip. What was he hiding. “Giyuu?”

 

“Alright.” Giyuu was clearly nervous as he pulled paper from the back of the easel. “I am not sure about this one.”

 

Sanemi felt another pang in his chest at the picture. “It’s you… but your hair.”

 

“I can change it.” Giyuu blurted, making to hide the piece. Sanemi stilled his hand.

 

“No. Please. I really like it.” His voice was soft as he instinctively rubbed his thumb along Giyuu’s hand. Trying to soothe the tension there. “You look beautiful with those colours.”

 

The younger flushed and Sanemi removed his hand. “You really don’t mind?”

 

Sanemi shook his head. “No. I think this is my favourite.”

 

Giyuu hummed quickly hiding the sheet behind the easel again. He started to fiddle, checking everything was perfect. Sanemi felt a warmth spreading through his chest. Giyuu had drawn himself, a man in a blue cloak with green and purple highlights and a halberd. What struck his heart though was the choice of his hair and eye colour. Long, white hair with startling deep purple eyes. Almost like Sanemi had made a claim on his soul… fuck. He cleared his throat. “Anyway, shall I go change?”

 

“Um…” Giyuu was still nervous. “Do you think…”

 

Sanemi snorted. “Out with it Giyuu. We are friends, right?”

 

The ocean eyes blinked at him, wide, soft. Damn it. He would give this man anything. “Would you mind just being in shorts for a bit?”

 

“Huh?”

 

Giyuu blushed again, hiding behind his art supplies. “It’s just… I want to see your scars. I think…” He heard a deep breath. “I think they really suit you and it will help me finish the design.”

 

Shit. Sanemi hated his scars. They were nothing but reminders of a violent past… and yet… if it was Giyuu. He sighed. “Alright. I’ll change in the bathroom.”

 

The man looked at him like he hung the moon. He snorted again. “What? It’s for art.”

 

“Yes… of course. I’ll get everything ready.”

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Giyuu knew he loved Sanemi. Although the man was gruff around the edges, there was a kindness to him. The way he cared for Giyuu. Bringing him proper lunches, the cream for his sore hands and even coming to talk with him so he could enquire about his health. Every small act showed the albino was gentle and caring. The only issue was the man wouldn’t make a move. Even when Giyuu leaned his head on his shoulder, it took ages for Sanemi to rest against him. It was the perfect chance for the older man to take his shot… but then nothing.

 

The artist sighed, grabbing another tie for his hair. The ponytail was the easiest way to restrain his hair during the day; however he didn’t want strands in his face when he drew. Giyuu pulled it into a bun before grabbing his pencils. He knew some artists only enjoyed digital work, but he found joy in starting with classic lead. Then he would create a full design in colour before moving into the digital image. Yushiro was fine with this process. Happy to allow him the time to move at his pace for now. The man’s desire was to have a beautiful anime and was content to take his time on this project. His smaller projects were doing well and the money from Mirror was more than enough to live off even without his studio.

 

Giyuu glanced up when the door opened and his eyes couldn’t resist roaming down Sanemi’s pale skin. The man’s physique was wonderful. Broad shoulders, large defined pecs and toned abs… strong, muscled arms and his legs… thick thighs and calves that flexed with every movement… and he suspected from the shape, a rather large surprise was hidden behind those shorts. Beautiful, ragged scars covered his body. Darker than his slightly tanned skin. Shit, he wanted Sanemi to fuck him. To use those muscles to thrust into him as Giyuu rode him. Clinging to those sturdy shoulders.

 

Sanemi cleared his throat and Giyuu flushed, dropping his pencil. “So uh… where do you want me?”

 

‘Inside me!’

 

Giyuu picked up his pencil, giving him the few seconds to clamp down on his expressions. He refused to let his thoughts show. Sanemi was still nervous. Perhaps worried that Giyuu lacked experience. He did. With only one serious partner, Giyuu was new to a lot of things. His thoughts however were clearly more than ready to bridge those gaps. He turned back towards his soulmate, forcing his mind back to his job.

 

If Sanemi didn’t make his intentions clear soon, Giyuu was going to lose his fucking mind.

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Sanemi stripped in front of the mirror, glaring at his reflection. All he could see were the scars. The large cross on his chest, the jagged line down his abdomen. The lines across his arms and legs. He turned slightly, taking in the marks all over his back. The bastard was never gentle with Sanemi. As the oldest, he took the brunt of his anger for many more years than his siblings. He even jumped in to protect his mother and siblings, often incurring further punishment. His muscles shuddered. Sanemi spent his whole life ashamed of these scars. The people he took to bed always complimented his figure and acted like the marks didn’t exist. Now though, the man he was in love with wanted him to bare his soul.

 

“Fuck.” He muttered, leaning against the sink for support. Sanemi wasn’t a coward. He would show Giyuu the truth… and when those beautiful blues turned to pity or worse, disgust, perhaps Sanemi would finally be able to realise the truth. Giyuu wasn’t his. Someone so beautiful could never belong with a man so damaged and hideous. He took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door, just to pause at the beauty in front of him.

 

Giyuu had his hair pinned back in a bun. A few strands still highlighted his face, but his long, pale neck was on full display. Unmarked, porcelain skin leading into the top of smooth collarbones. Fuck, he wanted him. His teeth ached to leave bitemarks on that empty canvas. To create his own artwork of love on that silky skin. Sanemi felt a small twitch in his pants.

 

The albino waited as cerulean eyes travelled down his body, prepared for the inevitable look of pity, of disgust. Turns out what he saw was far worse. Admiration, wonder in those mesmerising pools. Why? Why did Giyuu look at him like he was worth something? Didn’t he see what he truly was? Couldn’t he understand that Sanemi needed him to find him revolting so he could stop loving a man who belonged to another?

 

“So uh… where do you want me?” He asked, his voice wavered. Shit. He needed to get control.

 

Giyuu blinked, coming out of his strange trance. The man hummed before coming towards him. Sanemi held his breath when slim, pale hands reached out. They paused, eyes full of concern. “Is it alright if I guide you to the position?”

 

He nodded, unable to speak in case his voice cracked. Giyuu gave him that gentle smile and Sanemi’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his skin.

 

‘Please stop looking at me like that.’

 

The artist’s hands were soft and yet there was a quiet strength behind the fingers. Sanemi relaxed his muscles, allowing Giyuu to place his body into the position he needed for his work. Enjoying the small touches, determined to remember every little detail since he could never have this. He ended up standing with his arms held out, legs bent in. Giyuu moved to grab a stick.

 

“Here, hold it like you would a katana.” He whispered, placing Sanemi’s hands as if there was a hilt. He couldn’t help but notice the size difference. His large, scarred fingers against those slim, almost delicate ones. They were so beautiful.

 

“Right. Do you think you can hold this pose for a while?” The artist asked.

 

Sanemi nodded. “Of course.”

 

Giyuu chewed his lip looking at Sanemi’s forearm. The taller man waited, recognising this as another sign the man was struggling to articulate his thoughts.

 

“May I…” Giyuu’s eyes glanced at him before back at his arm. “May I touch the scars? Just to feel the difference. It will help me understand them.”

 

Sanemi’s shoulders tensed and the light dimmed in those pools. “I’m sorry. That was insensitive.” Giyuu made to step back.

 

“Wait.” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “It’s fine Giyuu. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

‘I would do anything to keep that smile on your face.’

 

Giyuu released a breath, his hand shaking as he traced a finger down one of the marks on his arm. Sanemi barely contained a shudder. The scars were always a little sensitive and not one of his lovers had ever wanted to touch them willingly.

 

“The skin is so soft.” Giyuu whispered, like he was afraid of breaking this moment as he continued to follow the lines on his arm. “The colour is so much darker. Like lightning has streaked across the landscape, leaving a shadow against your skin.”

 

Sanemi gulped, his breath a little staggered. He wanted to lean forward. Grab Giyuu and place their lips together. To push him gently on the mattress and strip away his clothes. Mark him, make love to him… fuck. He never wanted something so much in his life. Giyuu stepped back, his eyes soft. “Thank you, Sanemi.”

 

“No problem.” He responded, his eyes following the younger man’s figure. Whoever was Giyuu’s soulmate better appreciate how lucky they were.

 

The man settled behind the easel and Sanemi spent the next few hours in different poses. Giyuu sketched, tilting his head and moving the easel when he needed new perspective. The younger started to hum and eventually sing quietly as he worked. His voice was soft, smooth and deep. It soothed Sanemi’s frets, allowing him to relax. Content to just be in the presence of this angelic man.

 

“Oh.”

 

Sanemi blinked, coming out of his daze and gasped slightly at the cramps in his muscles.

 

“I’m sorry Sanemi.” Giyuu rushed forward, his eyes filled with concern. “I didn’t notice how much time had passed.”

 

The artist’s hands grasped his arms, slowly digging in to ease the tension. Sanemi thought he would black out as they rubbed his forearms. Fuck. How did such delicate looking hands have such strength. “I’m alright Giyuu.” He croaked.

 

“Nonsense. It’s been hours.” The man muttered, guiding him to a chair and bringing a bottle of water. “Let me help you.”

 

The albino grunted when Giyuu started working on his shoulders. The pressure was insane and yet, the tension began to ease. He leaned into the hands as they worked on his neck. It was like his muscles were melting. At least until Giyuu’s hands started to scratch his scalp and Sanemi let out a small moan when the fingers tugged his hair by accident. He froze and so did the younger man. Fuck, he’s going to think he’s some fucking pervert.

 

Sanemi jumped out of the chair, his face hot. “I… I’m sorry. I must be tired.”

 

“Sanemi.”

 

“I’m fine now.” The man grabbed his pants and shirt, pulling them on quickly.

 

“Sanemi it’s alright.” Giyuu reached out, grasping his wrist. He shuddered. “You were just relaxing.”

 

‘Relaxing my ass!’ Sanemi knew what that sound was about. He loved when his hair was grasped during sex. The slight pain and pressure when he pounded into his partner.

 

“I should go anyway. If you’re done.” He muttered, still avoiding eye contact.  

 

“Yes. I am.”

 

Why did he sound so small? Almost hurt? The albino wanted to pull the man to his chest… but it wasn’t his place. “I’ll be going then.”

 

“Mnnn.”

 

He fled, feeling like a piece of him was left in the room with the man who stole his heart.

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It had been another two weeks. Giyuu was still coming to the café most days. Insisting he needed final details. Sanemi treated him the same as before. Pretending the borderline intimate moment never happened. Any time his mind wandered back, Sanemi would remind himself Giyuu was here for work. There was nothing special between them. There could never be anything more than friendship when the younger belonged with another. Someone amazing who deserved the sweet artist who brought bright colours into his world.

 

It was alright though. Sanemi enjoyed the moments together. Admired the quiet the man brought with him. Enjoyed being absorbed into those mysterious blue pools. Even if it was only temporary, Giyuu cared about him. Listened to his grumbles, ate his meals, tested his new cakes. The fact a certain new blue layered sponge appeared on the menu was nothing but coincidence he insisted to his friends. They didn’t believe the lie any more than he did.

 

Things were going smoothly until Mitsuri burst into the café before it opened. She was practically bouncing as she held a small box in her hands.

 

“It’s finally here.” She squealed, revealing the vials of Mirror inside.

 

Shit. That means Giyuu…

 

Kyojuro was ecstatic when he was handed one. His golden eyes burning. “Ten, we will finally know the truth.”

 

Tengen looked crestfallen, however he plastered a fake smile when Kyojuro looked up at him. “Yeah, it’s great Kyo. I can’t wait to hear everything about them.”

 

“Yes. I will take my dose tonight.”

 

Mitsuri nodded. “Me too, me too. I can’t wait.”

 

Shinobu and Obanai both had strained smiles as they received their own vials. Sanemi forced himself to take one. He would shove it in his bag in the locker before his shift started.

 

There was a knock before Giyuu entered, his eyes bright. “Good morning. I see Yushiro kept his promise.”

 

Mitsuri dashed forward, pulling the artist into a hug. Giyuu made a small noise, although he allowed it. “it’s so exciting. I can’t wait to try it tonight. Oh…” She turned to the group. “Should we all do it together?”

 

“No.”

 

Mitsuri’s face fell before Shinobu rushed to explain. “It’s not that your idea isn’t sweet but it’s very personal. Besides, your mirror isn’t big enough for us to do it at once.”

 

Obanai nodded. “Exactly. We would have to do it one at a time anyway. It will be more exciting to tell each other about the experience tomorrow anyway.”

 

“Oh. I didn’t think of that.” The woman was bubbling again. “It will be much more fun to gush all about it together than go one at a time.”

 

Sanemi watched Giyuu during the conversation. The man’s face was relaxed. The cerulean eyes locked on his eyes, softening when Giyuu smiled shyly at him. The albino wanted to vomit. Instead, he forced a grin, moving to shove his shoulder gently. “You’ll finally know your soulmate huh. Must be thrilled.”

 

Giyuu nodded, ducking his head. “Mnnn, I just hope my soulmate will like what he sees.”

 

The taller man snorted. “If he doesn’t, I’ll kick his fucking ass.”

 

Giyuu chuckled. “I best get to work. Tokito approved his design and I sent my own last night. Just yours left.”

 

“Really?” He smirked. “Leving the best for last huh?”

 

“Something like that.” The man winked before heading to his usual spot.

 

“Oi, when will I see it?”

 

“Tomorrow. It will be my big reveal. Need to have some anticipation built.”

 

Sanemi laughed. “Brat!”

 

He walked into the kitchen, pretending to be happy as Kyojuro and Mitsuri spoke of their soulmates over the course of the shift. Not noticing everyone else was far less excited. Knowing tomorrow could bring total heartbreak.

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Sanemi was exhausted. He took the vial of Mirror home and shoved it in the bathroom drawer. He couldn’t do it. The thought of anyone except Giyuu being in the reflection brought too much pain. The young man was everything he wanted. Kind, sweet, cute. A little airheaded but that was perfect too. He loved caring for others, and he enjoyed watching over Giyuu these last few months. Perhaps, Sanemi could still at least be part of his life. Even if he was only ever a friend, it was better than losing the light of that smile.  

 

The man sighed as he finished dressing. He didn’t even glance at the mirror today. The thought of seeing his own face disgusted him. He checked his phone. No more messages had come. He knew Tengen, Obanai and Shinobu didn’t take the vial. Like him, they wanted just one more night to pretend they had a chance with the person or people they loved.

 

As he approached the hotel, he noticed the three waiting for him. Their auras as gloomy as his own.

 

“Rough night?” He muttered.

 

Shinobu let out a bitter laugh. “You could say that.”

 

“Yeah. Not so flashy.” Tengen shrugged while Obanai nodded.

 

“Kyojuro and Mitsuri already inside?”

 

“Yeah.” Obanai practically spat the word. “Let’s just get this over with.”

 

There were murmurs as the four went in the lobby. Kanae saw them, giving them a half-hearted smile. She was the only one outside their group who knew about their feelings. Her kind nature attracted everyone to share their woes. “Good luck.” She whispered as they passed.

 

Sanemi and the others simply nodded or grunted in response. They could hear Mitsuri and Kyojuro’s raised voices as they approached the café door. Tengen froze, taking a deep breath and placing a large smile on his face.

 

“How’s it going this fine morning?” He called out as they entered.

 

“Ten!” Kyo shouted before dashing across the space. The taller man’s face froze as the blonde threw himself in his arms. “I knew it would be you. I just knew.” He yelled, burying his face in Tengen’s chest.

 

Mitsuri squealed, making her own entrance as she wrenched Shinobu and Obanai into a back breaking hug. “We are all a match. I can’t believe it. We have two soulmates!”

 

Sanemi blinked, watching as his friend’s faces morphed from their false joy to real expressions of happiness as they realised what was happening.

 

“Kyo? You mean…” Tengen was gripping the blonde’s shoulders. Kyojuro frowned. “Did you not take the Mirror?”

 

The taller laughed, before rubbing the back of his head. “I… I couldn’t. I didn’t think… I mean I was scared.”

 

Kyojuro burst into a fit of giggles before pulling the man into a kiss. “I always knew it would be you Ten.”

 

“Then why?”

 

Kyojuro frowned. “Because you always kept me at a distance. I thought if you had proof, you could no longer run.”

 

Tengen grinned, leaning in to kiss the blonde again. Shinobu and Obanai were both consoling a sobbing Mitsuri, who couldn’t stop blubbering about how happy she was they were all together. Shinobu was fighting her own tears while Obanai looked like he had been hit with a stun gun. Sanemi was happy for his friends and yet he felt a small pang of jealousy.

 

“Sanemi.” Mitsuri finally controlled herself, beaming at him. “How did you go? What’s your soulmate like?”

 

The albino clenched his fists. The rage was burning from his stomach through his entire body. “You must be joking.” He snapped.

 

“Sanemi.” Tengen moved to step forward but the shorter man snarled, pointing his finger at them.

 

“Do you really think I’m going to love someone just because some stupid Mirror tells me too?” He laughed, the sound full of pain. “Some ridiculous image is supposed to capture my heart. As if I could ever love them.”

 

He startled when he heard a clatter behind him. Sanemi spun, eyes widening when he met ocean blues.

 

“Giyuu?” Sanemi raised a hand, moving to approach the young man. Something was wrong. He was pale, his eyes watery. Giyuu let out a small sob and Sanemi’s chest tightened. Fuck. Was he hurt? “Giyuu what happened?”

 

“I… I thought.” Tears started to slip down the artist’s face, his body shaking. “I thought you liked me.”

 

Sanemi frowned, he tried to reach for him, but Giyuu flinched. “Don’t touch me.”

 

The albino froze, pain shooting through his chest from the rejection. “What? Giyuu please.” He whispered.

 

“No.” He shouted. “I heard you. Every word.”

 

Sanemi glanced back at his friends, eyes pleading for someone to explain what the fuck was happening. Shinobu’s face was pale. It seemed she worked it out. He took a deep breath, facing the artist. “Giyuu, please talk to me.”

 

The young man shook his head. “Why bother. I’m just some ridiculous image in a mirror.”

 

“Huh.”

 

Giyuu quickly snatched up the bag he dropped earlier. “It’s fine Sanemi. I get it. As if you could ever love someone like me.”

 

‘Oh fuck… it couldn’t be…’

 

The artist spun on his heel and bolted down the hall. Sanemi was still in shock.

 

‘Giyuu was his soulmate…’

 

“Sanemi what the fuck are you doing?” Shinobu yelled. Mitsuri dashed forward, shoving him. “Go after him. Quickly.”

 

It was like everything was in slow motion as Sanemi started to move. His mind flashed back to every moment with Giyuu. The way the younger man always smiled at him. Listened to everything he said. Tried every cake so he could tell Sanemi his thoughts. Spoke about his scars and praised him. Seemed to constantly focus on him… did Giyuu know the day they met? Was that why he acted so strange? The man wasn’t being rude… no he was flustered because he recognised his soulmate.

 

Sanemi cursed himself as he ran. This whole fucking time he was holding back. Telling himself Giyuu was not his… and the sweet, gentle man was waiting for him. Even that night. The way the artist leaned on his shoulder, massaged his muscles. Giyuu was trying to tell him. Too shy to say the words so he let his actions speak and Sanemi was too stupid to pick up on the cues.

“Giyuu.” He screamed as he made it to the lobby, his heart hammering as the man shoved his way through the door.

 

“Sanemi?” Kanae jumped to the side as he dodged her. He didn’t have time to explain. All that mattered was his entire world was getting away.

 

“No.” He growled. Not this time. Sanemi refused to let the one thing he truly wanted escape. He had moved aside his entire life. Giving up so much for others. Protecting his mother and siblings from that monster. Taking the scars so they wouldn’t have to. Moving aside when his mother found her new partner, hoping his youngest siblings could have a happy childhood, untainted with memories of violence.

 

He was catching up to the artist. Giyuu was fit but he was upset. His crying was leaching his breath. Sanemi watched in horror as the young man headed for a nearby road. The crossing changing to red. He saw a car approaching, the driver glancing at their phone. Shit, they didn’t see him.

 

“Giyuu.” He screamed.

 

The man finally stopped, frozen in shock as he saw the car. The driver finally looked up, hitting the breaks. Sanemi stretched, getting a hold of Giyuu’s sleeve and yanking out of the path. The young man was trembling as the albino cradled him to his chest.

 

“Are you insane?” The driver screeched. “The light was red you idiot.”

 

Sanemi’s instincts sprang up. “If you were fucking watching the road, it wouldn’t have mattered.”

 

The driver paled at the furious man. “Yeah, well tell the fool to be careful.”

 

Sanemi snarled as the driver sped off, his arms still protectively surrounding Giyuu. He could feel the shudders as the man sobbed into his chest. He took a breath, screaming at him wouldn’t help. “Hey.” He whispered, trying to get him to look at him.

 

“I’m sorry.” The man was nearly hysterical. The words coming out in gasps. “I’m sorry… I just… I thought.”

 

“Shush. Deep breaths. You’re safe.” Sanemi cradled him, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I’ve got you sweetheart.”

 

Giyuu stiffened. He started to pull away but the albino held firm. “Let me go.”

 

“No.”

 

The artist tried to shove against him. “I said let me go.”

 

“And I said no.” His voice firm. “Not until you listen.”

 

“I heard enough.” Firey blue eyes glared at him. He knew it wasn’t the time, but Sanemi couldn’t help but see a defiant little kitten.

 

He leaned in to place a peck on Giyuu’s forehead again. The man’s eyes softened and then his brow furrowed.

 

“Giyuu.” He cupped the man’s cheek with one hand. Giyuu was finally calming down. Clearly confused. “Sweetheart.”

 

“Don’t call me that.” He snapped, a little pout on his face. Sanemi held in a chuckle. Even mad, he was adorable.

 

“I’m sorry Giyuu.” His thumb stoked the artist’s cheek. Marvelling at the soft plumpness. “I didn’t know.”

 

This caused the other to tilt his head. “But Mirror…”

 

Sanemi sighed. “I didn’t take it.” Giyuu blinked at him. He leaned their foreheads together. “I was scared Giyuu. I loved you.” There was a small gasp, but he pressed on. “I thought you belonged to someone else and I didn’t, no I couldn’t face it.”

 

Large, doe-like eyes were peering up at him. “You are not disappointed?”

 

The albino frowned. “The fuck? Why would I be disappointed?”

 

Giyuu chewed his lip. Sanemi wanted to nibble on it. Later, let the man find his words. “I know I struggle to speak and show emotions. I’m so bland.” He tapered off.

 

Sanemi growled. “Nothing about you is bland Giyuu. You are beautiful.” The man’s eyes widened. Fuck, could he not see how amazing he was. “Giyuu you are the most stunning man I have ever seen. You are stubborn and can irritate the hell out of me when you don’t finish your thoughts and don’t take care of yourself.” He paused to smile when the other blushed. “You are also kind, sweet, airheaded, adorable and have the prettiest eyes. But even more important.” He leaned in next to his ear. “You are mine sweetheart.”

 

Giyuu’s body shuddered when he gently nipped the top of his ear. The man grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. It was hungry, desperate. Sanemi poured all his love in return, his chest rumbling as he bit Giyuu’s lips, seeking entrance. The artist whimpered, letting him in to explore. Fuck he tasted perfect. Sweet although a little salty from his tears.

 

“Seriously?”

 

The two broke apart, their faces bright when Obanai stormed up to them. The shorter man rolled his eyes. “Everyone is in a panic and you two are practically fucking on the sidewalk.”

 

Sanemi sputtered while Giyuu stared at the ground. “We weren’t… I mean we were just.”

 

“Nope.” Obanai raised his hand. “I don’t want to know. Just go home. Sort yourselves out. I’ll tell the boss you need a day off.” He threw a glare over his shoulder. “You owe me for this Sanemi.”

 

He rubbed the back of his head. “Yeah, alright Obanai. Thanks.”

 

The man was a snarky bastard, yet he always had his back. Sanemi sighed, glancing back at his soulmate. “Do you want to come to my place? We can talk.”

 

Giyuu grabbed his hand before leaning next to his ear. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I am going to kick your arse.”

 

He lifted Giyuu’s hand to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. He smirked at the hungry look in the other’s eyes. “Well, I can’t let my soulmate down now, can I.”

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Sanemi groaned as Giyuu pushed him against the door. The artist shoved his hip against his own, their erections rubbing through the fabric.

 

“Fuck babe. Let me get the door open.” The albino didn’t know his fucking neighbours but he sure as shit didn’t want them seeing this view.

 

“Well hurry up.” Giyuu thrusted his hips again. “Need you.”

 

“Fuck.” He muttered, rushing to get the key in the door. It didn’t help that his soulmate was whining and clinging to him. “God damn it.” Sanemi stopped, grabbing Giyuu and throwing him over his shoulder. Giyuu gasped. “Now stay there until we get inside brat.”

 

The man smirked as he opened the door, proud he got the upper hand. At least until he felt a firm grip on his ass. He grunted before smacking him gently. The artist squirmed, whining and Sanemi had never been harder “Damn it.” He kicked the door shut, his mind focused on getting to his room.

 

“Sanemi…”

 

“I’m fucking working on it. You’re so bloody needy.”

 

Sanemi plonked Giyuu on his bed and his breath caught. The man’s face was flushed, eyes bright with lust as he held his arms up. How could he resist? The albino caged the other, kissing him deeply as he started to grind against him. Giyuu moaned, whining as he shoved his hips back.

 

“You like that baby?” He swivelled his hips, enjoying the whimpers he pulled from the other. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll give you what you want.”

 

Blue eyes suddenly glinted and Sanemi felt his world spin when strong thighs gripped his hips and flipped them. Giyuu was now above him, holding him down. Holy shit. “Fuck baby. That was so fucking hot.” He gripped the younger man’s thighs. Marvelling at the strength he could feel through the pants.

 

“What did you think I would just lay down and take it?”

 

Sanemi blinked. He did actually. He hated being looked at, so the albino kept control. A quick fuck, making sure they had a good time but never letting anyone else take the lead. He wasn’t sure he was ready to bottom though. “Giyuu.” He licked his lips. “I’ve never…”

 

The man smirked and oh that made his dick jump. Giyuu eyed his pants. “Well, I’ve never topped so I guess that is something we can look forward to another time.”

 

He swallowed. “Baby, let me up. I can’t take care of you from here.”

 

The artist gave him a strange look before leaning down to peck his lips. “No.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Giyuu’s smirk deepened. “I said no baby.” There was a definite twitch in response to that. “You have made me wait months for this.” His hand trailed to the top button, slowly unhooking it. “You accused me of finding you unattractive when he first met.”

 

Sanemi frowned. “Baby I…”

 

Giyuu placed a finger to his lips. “It’s my turn to talk.”

 

Oh shit. He was so fucking hard. He had never allowed another to dominate him. Was it because it was Giyuu?

 

The artist continued to unbutton his shirt before he pulled on Sanemi. He lifted slightly, allowing the younger to slip it off. Giyuu smiled before leaning in to kiss the centre of the scars on his chest. Sanemi grunted. The scars were even more sensitive there.

 

“I have wanted to do this since the moment I saw your reflection.” Giyuu whispered, tracing his fingers slowly across the scars on his face, before leaning in to kiss along them.

 

“Why?” He croaked. The artist paused, tilting his head. “Because they are beautiful.”

 

Sanemi scoffed. Giyuu glared, suddenly jumping from the bed. “Wait baby. I’m sorry.”

 

“Relax Sanemi. I just need to show you something.”

 

“Right now?” He groaned. He felt like he was going to explode.

 

Giyuu hummed, pulling out his sketch book. “I promised to show you my last design.”

 

He sighed, smiling despite the slight annoyance at the interruption. Sanemi knew Giyuu was proud of his work. The man sat next to him before turning the image towards him. Oh… the sketch was amazing. The warrior was strong, a muscular torso. A sleeveless shirt with a low-cut top, showing off his scarred arms and chest. The scars were different. The chest had a large claw mark running down it. The man’s eyes were wide, a feral grin on his face as he held a katana across his shoulders with one hand, the other pointing. So realistic, he could have sworn the warrior was looking at him. And yet, there was one thing that stood out more than anything else. Sanemi turned away as he felt the first tears slide from his eyes.

 

“Sanemi?” Giyuu’s voice heightened, grasping his face.

 

“I’m fine. Don’t…” He tried to push away. “Don’t want to cry on the picture.”

 

Giyuu frowned, shoving the sketch book away. “What is it? Do you not like it?”

 

He shook his head, his body trembling. The artist was confused; however, he pulled the albino into his arms. Sanemi hid his face against Giyuu’s neck, unable to contain the rush of tears. The man hummed as held him. Fuck, it was so warm. So safe. Sanemi hadn’t felt this way since he was a little boy. When his father was out and his mother would hug him. He let himself go. Just releasing the conflicting emotions.

 

Giyuu continued to hug him, humming and stroking his hair until Sanemi was able to calm down. He shuddered as he finally settled, moving to wipe his eyes. Giyuu lifted his face, gently thumbing his cheek. “Are you okay Nemi?”

 

He smiled, adoration in his eyes at the nickname. “Yeah. I just.” He gestured towards the image.

 

The man blinked. “Do you want me to change it?”

 

“No.” Sanemi reached over to trace the hair. “I just didn’t expect you to give me your colours.”

 

Giyuu flushed. The albino leaned in to peck his lips. “That’s why you wouldn’t show me earlier?”

 

“Mnnn.”

 

Sanemi glanced back at the picture. The warrior had wild raven hair with piercing blue eyes. The outfit was grey but with a blue and green belt pulling it against his waist. The katana was also a combination of blue and green. He smiled. “You wanted to swap our colours.”

 

Giyuu glanced at him shyly. “I guess you could say it was my claim. My soulmate with my colours, him with mine.”

 

He chuckled, pulling Giyuu towards him. He kissed him, soft and gentle. The man melted against him before they pulled away to breath.

 

“Nemi.”

 

“Mnnn.”

 

“I love you too.”

 

His brain short circuited. Sanemi watched as Giyuu picked up his work, moving to place it back in his bag. “Fuck baby. You can’t just say shit like that.”

 

Large doe eyes blinked at him. “You said it to me before.”

 

“That’s fucking different.” He muttered.

 

Giyuu snorted, his eyes crinkled. Sanemi felt his earlier feelings returning. “Fuck it.” He strode towards his soulmate and Giyuu out a noise of surprise when he was picked up in a princess carry.

 

“Nemi?”

 

Sanemi gave him a peck as he placed him back on the bed. Giyuu was staring at him, his eyes wide. “Nemi?”

 

“Let me make love to you.”

 

“Huh?”

 

He chuckled, stroking his finger down that adorable face. “Not sex. I’ve done that. Many times.” He leaned forward capturing another soft kiss. “But never made love.”

 

Giyuu flushed. “Are you sure? I thought you...”

 

He silenced him with his lips. “I need this baby. I need to offer you everything.”

 

The artist gulped, before giving a little nod.

 

“Good boy.” Sanemi started at his forehead, moving down to kiss each eyelid, his nose and then to his jawline. Giyuu let out a soft breath. “You are so beautiful Giyuu.” He whispered, staring at those blue pools which captivated his soul. “These pretty eyes are the only ones who ever saw me that way.”

 

“Huh?”

 

He chuckled. “These scars.” Sanemi grasped Giyuu’s hand’s letting it trace the ones on his chest again. “I hate them. Have always hated them.” The younger man went to open his mouth. Sanemi placed a finger over it. “I know sweetheart. You love them. You look at me and see someone worthy. Someone beautiful. A warrior.” He pulled the smaller hand to his mouth, kissing each knuckle. “These perfect hands have never shied from my anger, my ugliness.”

 

“Nemi.”

 

Sanemi smirked at the little pout. “It’s alright baby. I saw it. In that picture. That was how you see me right.”

Giyuu nodded, chewing on his lip again.

 

“I can’t see it yet but…” He pecked his hands again. “I think I will because when I look at you, it’s like you strip away all the ugliness that clings to me and turn it into something bright. An artist who is changing the colours of my world.”

 

The younger man flushed again. “You give me too much credit.”

 

Sanemi frowned, pulling the face back. “No sweetheart. I see you and like you have tried to show me how I look in your eyes, I need to show you how you are to me.”

 

“I... alright.”

 

“Good.” He hummed before lifting Giyuu’s torso as he pulled on his shirt. “Let’s get this off baby.”

 

Giyuu was completely different now. Gone was the confident man from earlier. Sanemi smiled to himself. He had every intention of seeing that side again. To let Giyuu take control, perhaps even top. He felt with Giyuu, it would be alright. The final piece of himself Sanemi never shared with another. But not now… now he wanted to pull Giyuu apart slowly. To let him know how cherished he was. He moved to remove his pants and underwear. The artist lifting his hips to assist.

 

Sanemi stilled, his eyes roaming over the figure below him. “Fuck baby, you are gorgeous.”

 

“Nemi.” Giyuu tried to cover himself, but Sanemi pushed his hands back.

 

“No sweetheart. Let me enjoy this.” He reached over to grab the lube from his side table. He raised a brow when Giyuu held his hand out. “Baby?”

 

“I need to prep myself.”

 

“What?” Sanemi was confused. “Do you not like others doing it?”

 

Giyuu tilted his head. “I don’t know. No one else has.”

 

Shit… he thought. “Giyuu are you a virgin?”

 

Giyuu frowned. “No.”

 

“With a man?”

 

This startled a laugh out of him. “Sanemi I only like men. Besides I told you, I’ve never topped.”

 

“Then why?”

 

Giyuu shrugged. “Hisoka used to message before he came over. Told me to prep myself.”

 

‘What the fuck!’

 

“Are you saying your partner never did that? Ever?”

 

Giyuu shook his head.

 

“What about a blow job? Ate your ass?”

 

This time the younger man flushed.  

 

“Oh, my fucking god. Your last boyfriend was a dick.”

 

Giyuu twisted his finger into a sheet. “I just thought that was the way it was. Had to work if I wanted to feel good.”

 

“If I ever meet your ex, I’m going to kick his ass.” Sanemi snarled before getting to work.

 

‘No wonder Giyuu tried to take over. Poor baby had the laziest fuck. Well not this time.’

 

Sanemi started back at Giyuu’s jawline. Leaving little kisses in his wake before finally getting to that spotless fucking neck. He nuzzled before biting the flesh. Giyuu gasped, his body jolting. Oh, so he liked that. Good thing since the albino loved to leave marks. He continued to suck and bite his way on that tempting patch of porcelain. A clear declaration to any fucker who looked at him. Giyuu was taken now and he would never let another touch him again. 

 

After leaving another small nip at his collarbone, Sanemi made his way down to the little pink mounds. Bastard probably never touched these either. Good! He sucked one into his mouth, causing the younger man to startle. Sanemi wasn’t having it, grabbing his waist with one hand while the other lightly pinched his second bud.

 

“Sanemi!”

 

Fuck, his dick twitched at that moan. He grinned, lapping the little bud. Pulling against it with his teeth before changing to gentle laps and sucks. His hand pinching and tweaking the other before he swapped around. Giyuu became a whining mess under his ministrations. He felt a hand in his hair, grasping tightly as the artist arched into his mouth. He chuckled and kissed the bud one last time before looking at the beautiful sight. Giyuu already looked wrecked, a flush spread to his chest as he gasped in air. Sanemi touched his face gently.

 

“Feel good baby.” He nodded. Nope, not happening. “Use your words sweetheart or you’ll get no more.”

 

Giyuu whined, trying to grind his hips up. Sanemi smirked, holding his waist down. “Sanemi…”

 

“Nope baby. Tell me you want more.”

 

The younger was pouting and it took everything Sanemi had not to give in.

 

“Please Nemi. Don’t stop.”

 

That’s better. “Good boy. That wasn’t so hard.”

 

The artist turned his face away, still pouting. Oh, so he was a brat in the bedroom. How perfect. Sanemi leaned over to nip Giyuu’s thigh. He tried to shimmy away, but Sanemi kept him still.

 

“No more attitude baby. I said I would give you what you want.”

 

“Then why are you still in pants.” Giyuu snapped, his eyes fierce.

 

‘Hmmm. He was going to enjoy taming his little artist.’ He nipped his thigh again, causing another whine. “Patience baby.”

 

There was a huff. He bit a little harder, causing the younger to flinch. “Nemi.”

 

“I can do this all night, baby. Never letting you cum.”

 

This pulled a full whimper from the brat. Sanemi raised a brow. Giyuu widened his eyes, becoming teary. “Please Nemi.”

 

‘Well shit! How could he resist those misty blues.’

 

He sighed before placing gentle kisses on his thighs. Giyuu relaxed, a soft smile on his face.

Fucker knew what he was doing. Sanemi moved slowly, as he left his little claims. Giyuu’s thighs were a lot thicker than he expected, although it made sense considering the way he flipped them earlier. His little artist was much stronger than he looked. An image of rutting against Giyuu’s thighs popped into his head. Oh, he was going to enjoy that.

 

Sanemi stopped just before he reached Giyuu’s penis. He could see the man watching him. It was a good size, although smaller than his own. Pretty pink colour and dripping. Still couldn’t believe his last partner was never tempted to taste Giyuu. He felt a strong stirring of possession in his stomach. Knowing no one had ever touched his lover this way. Well, he was going to change that. He gently licked the tip, causing Giyuu to gasp and flinch. He eyed those thighs. The thought of them caging him in was tempting. Another thing to add to his mental list, assuming his lover was interested in trying new things.

 

The albino concentrated on the job at hand. Licking the tip again. Fuck, he always enjoyed tasting his partners, but Giyuu was fucking amazing. Salty, a little sweet. He groaned as he took the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue. Giyuu moaned, hands grasping his hair. He looked up, happy to see Giyuu’s eyes were half lidded. He held his stare as he hollowed his cheeks and worked his way down the younger man’s length.

 

“Oh fuck.” The thighs twitched as Giyuu started to squirm. Sanemi would have smirked, if his mouth wasn’t full. He gently began bopping his head, admiring the brat as he twisted his torso from the pleasure. Sanemi moaned as he moved lower, swallowing the entire length.

 

“Sanemi!” Giyuu squealed. His voice high pitched as he tried to thrust. Sanemi allowed a little. He had given head enough times not to choke on small movements. Besides he wanted to make his lover lose control. “Fuck. Nemi please…. I’m going to cum.”

 

The artist’s hands tried to shove him away. Sanemi refused, hallowing his cheeks more and swallowing.

 

“Sanemi.” Giyuu cried out as he felt Giyuu’s release hit his throat. Sanemi held firm, making sure he didn’t miss a drop. He waited, making little movements. Helping Giyuu reach his high until he pushed him away. He sat on his knees, admiring his work. Giyuu was breathing heavily. His face and chest flushed a stunning pink. His eyes half lidded as he stared up at him. Sanemi caged him again, leaning into another kiss. “Nemi.” Giyuu cradled his head and sighed.

 

“That’s right baby. Relax, I’ve got you.” He sat back up, undoing the belt on his pants. Oh, that got a reaction. “You that keen to see my cock baby?”

 

The young man glared at him. “You’ve seen mine.”

 

He chuckled. Still a brat. “Alright sweetheart. I guess I will allow it.”

 

Sanemi stood, slowing dropping his pants, loving the way the artist’s eyes widened.

 

“Nemi.”

 

“Mnnn.” He lazily stroked himself a few times. Just to get the edge off.

 

“Can that even fit?”

 

He let out a bark of laughter before dropping back over his lover. “Sweetheart, I promise it will fit.” He nipped his nose. “And when I’m done, you will never want another.”

 

Giyuu whined before latching onto him and pulling him in for more kisses. Sanemi smirked, tempted to tell him off for stealing control. Then again, he was about to take a rather large dick in the ass… so he would let him have this.

 

Finally, the younger released him for air. “Alright baby. I’ve got to stretch you now. Don’t want it to hurt.” He reached for the lube, applying a generous amount. Giyuu watched him, clearly nervous. He stroked his thigh. “I promise I will take care of you baby. You need to relax.”

 

Giyuu nodded, forcing a few deep breathes. “Okay.”

 

“Good boy.” He leaned in to kiss him again as his hand moved to Giyuu’s hole. He circled it a few times, teasing it. Letting it relax until the tip of his finger breached. Shit, he was tight.

 

Giyuu shifted slightly as Sanemi moved his finger in and out. Slowly letting him in until he was knuckle deep. “Shit. Nemi.”

 

“You okay sweetheart.”

 

“Mnnn. Your finger’s a lot bigger than mine. Feels good.”

 

He blinked, his own face flushing slightly. “Don’t just spout random shit like that.”

 

“Huh.”

 

Gods, how did he keep such a straight face. “Never mind, just let me work.”

 

Sanemi was slow, carefully stretching Giyuu. The man was tighter than he expected, and it was taking him a lot of time. Not like he minded with the show he was getting. Giyuu was already out of it. Squirming and crying out every time his three fingers abused his prostate.

 

“Fuck… Nemi please… please I need you.”

 

The albino smirked, shoving into his prostate again. Giyuu cried out, practically fucking his fingers. Best fucking sight his eyes ever had to pleasure to witness.

 

“Sa… Sa… nemi.”

 

Nope. Not yet. He could tell Giyuu was close. He wasn’t giving him more until he came on his fingers. “C’mon baby. Let go.”

 

“I… Nemi.”

 

“You can do it baby.” He leaned over, kissing his forehead. Giyuu let out a pitiful whimper, desperate. “Come for me sweetheart.”

 

The young man cried out, his back arching. Cum squirted up his chest, splashing against Sanemi’s. He continued to gently move his fingers, absorbed with Giyuu writhing under him. Panting, his eyes blissed out. Eventually he whined, pushing at his arm.

 

“There you go sweetheart. Finally relaxed.” Sanemi ran his hands along Giyuu’s stomach. Although he was fit, there was a slight softness to it. He moved his finger through the cum. The man hummed, lifting his hand to trace Sanemi’s face scars. It was strange, feeling the slight tingle on that skin. He never let anyone touch them before. Here he leaned into it, kissing the pale palm. “You like them that much?”

 

“Mnnn.” Giyuu was staring at him softly. “They make you my Nemi.”

 

Sanemi’s brain faltered, his entire face hot. Giyuu blinked up at him. “Fuck.” He whined, hiding his face into the younger man’s neck.

 

“Sanemi?”

 

He snuggled and kissed his collarbone. “Stop saying shit like that. Especially with that face.”

 

Giyuu chuckled. “It’s just my face Nemi.”

 

“Exactly.” Sanemi did not pout when he squeezed those cheeks. “It’s not allowed to look at me like that when you say stupid shit.”

 

“Okay.” The artist barely got the word out.

 

“Good.” He mumbled before pushing back on his arms. His dick was so hard it ached. “Do you think you’re ready now sweetheart?”

 

Giyuu eyed him, licking his lips. Fuck how does this man look sexy doing shit like that. “I think so.”

 

Sanemi smiled, pecking his lips. “I’ll go slow alright. Just breath and keep relaxed.” Giyuu nodded, leaning up to snuggle into his neck. A hand grasping his hair.

 

Sanemi held him close as he slowly pushed in. He felt Giyuu’s body tense and he let out a few pants. He stroked his back, whispering sweet words as he stopped. Letting the younger man adjust. “That’s it, baby. Doing so well.”

 

It took a few minutes for Sanemi to finally bottom out. His control nearly slipping multiple times from the tight warmth around him. Giyuu leaned back and Sanemi pecked his lips. “That’s it sweetheart. You are so good.”

 

The man wriggled. “You can move.”

 

Sanemi pulled back a little before slowly pushing back in. Giyuu was still a bit tight so he would take it easy the first few thrusts. Continuing the gentle rocks until the artist finally started matching his movements. “Nemi please. More.

 

“Are you sure sweetheart? It’s not too much?”

 

Giyuu’s eyes were half lidded as he looked at him. “No. You feel so good.”

 

That was it. Sanemi finally snapped. Hearing those sweet words released everything he had been holding back. He pulled out nearly to the tip and slammed back in. Giyuu cried out, arching his back. The albino wrapped one arm around the younger’s waist, holding him close as he began to rock into him. The tight, warm hole was fucking heaven. He grunted as he thrusted again and again. Giyuu’s hips slammed back into his own. He groaned, shoving his face into the other’s neck. He refused to let go until Giyuu came.

 

“Nemi.” Sanemi opened his eyes, holding his movements as he looked at his lover. Giyuu’s hand grabbed his own, dragging it to his stomach to feel the bulge. “You are so deep.”

 

Shit. Sanemi grunted as he pulled out. Giyuu barely had time to react before he was pulled onto his lap. The albino was on his knees and thrusted straight back into his welcoming heat.

 

“Ah!”

 

He concentrated on slamming into the spot that made his lover scream from pleasure. “What did I say?” He growled, leaning in to kiss along the jaw before moving down to bite his neck.

 

“Ah… Nemi.”

 

“I told you… stop saying shit like that.” He bit down, leaving another mark. “Do you want to make me to fucking cum before you.” He snapped, moving one hand to stroke Giyuu in time with his thrusts.

 

Giyuu’s eyes glistened and tears started to trail down his cheeks. He was babbling. Sanemi leaned in, licking his tears as he held Giyuu chest to chest. His hips stuttering. “You… can’t… just … say … that.” He forced out the words with each thrust.

 

“Ah.. ah.”

 

Sanemi continued to alternate between gentle kisses and licks as his lover started to come undone. He was barely keeping it together himself, but he refused to let go. He needed to make Giyuu come. To give him the pleasure, the love he deserved. Finally, he felt Giyuu’s body arch. His lover screaming as his orgasm hit. Sanemi groaned when the warm walls tightened around him, unable to hold back. His hips continued to thrust weakly as he saw white. He held Giyuu tight as he shuddered though the most intense orgasm of his life.

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“Nemi.”

 

Sanemi raised his head. He had been leaning against Giyuu’s neck. Waiting for the pleasure to pass. The artist was wreaked. His body trembling as he smiled up at him.

 

“Hey sweetheart.” Sanemi whispered, pecking those red bitten lips. He slowly lifted Giyuu, being careful as he pulled out. The man whimpered, going lax in his arms. “You alright baby.”

 

Giyuu nodded, his eyes half lidded. “Mnnn. You felt so good Nemi.”

 

He flushed. Damn it, why was his lover able to do this to him. “Shut up.” He muttered, standing.

 

Giyuu lifted his arms. Sanemi scoffed but picked up the brat, wrapping his legs around his hips. The man nestled into his neck, clinging like a sloth.  Sanemi grumbled, although he tightened his grip. “C’mon baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

 

Giyuu hummed, completely relaxed into his chest. “I love you Nemi.”

 

Sanemi groaned, gently nipping the bastard on the nose. “Stop saying that shit.” He moved towards the bathroom, complaining the whole way.

 

“Nemi?”

 

“Mnnn?”

 

“What will you do with your vial of Mirror?”

 

He clicked his tongue, turning on the shower. “Don’t know. Maybe give it to my brother.”

 

“You don’t want to use it?” Giyuu finally released his grip as Sanemi helped him stand. The albino gave him an odd look.

 

“Don’t need to. I found my soulmate.”

 

He turned Giyuu so he could wet his hair. Wanting to give it a proper shampoo.

 

“What if I lied? Don’t you want to make certain?”

 

He snorted. “Nope. Even if you did, I don’t fucking care.”

 

Those cerulean eyes peered into his soul. “Really?”

 

Sanemi grinned, leaning in to kiss Giyuu’s nose. “I already chose you anyway.”

 

Giyuu was still, his face frozen in shock. Then he broke into the sweetest smile. Eyes crinkled, a small dimple on each cheek. Sanemi’s heart stuttered. Yeah. He didn’t give a shit what the liquid could reveal. All that mattered was Giyuu. The man who captured his heart belonged to him.

Notes:

Thank you for reading. Really hope you enjoyed this world. Loved working with the idea of mirrors and self esteem issues.

Hope there was enough fluff and smut