idk if you can tell but it was ended really desperately and rushed, as always so keep that in mind plz. also can u tell i cant draw. lol!
MDryuu!!!! spoilers 2-3
Description: During court recess, Ryunosuke has no choice but to face the masked man whom he believes is familiar to him.
As court was adjourned, Ryunosuke walked out of the doors and sat on a sofa in the court lobby. It was surprisingly empty, the tiled floors cold and shiny. It felt lonesome, in a way, without Susato; who was too busy buying herbs with Iris to accompany him during the trial; and even the bobbies who were guarding the room... To be honest, Ryunosuke wondered why they weren't there, but what would he know?
Ryunosuke pondered as suddenly he spotted a masked figure across the room. He wasn't noticeable at all, his black clock covering his head and body and half of his face kept unseen by a white mask. He was the pupil of prosecutor Van Zieks, the rumored Masked Disciple. He was a stranger to Ryunosuke, though something brings about a familiar air when they are together. It was almost as if... they've known each other for a long time, in fact Ryunosuke feels a bond between him and the stranger. He was lost in thought, staring at the disciple, but he was instantaneously noticed. The pupil turns his head to look at Ryunosuke and walks over to the sofa. His footsteps were almost silent, the long cloth covering his body flowing in the air as he walked. The disciple's expeditious steps caught Ryunosuke rather unguarded.
He glares at Ryunosuke through his pointed mask, not saying a word.
"... May I help you?" He whispered.
Ryunosuke was surprised once again. The voice he had heard brought a chill down his spine. He'd recognize that voice any day. Kazuma's English was excellent, and although it was well comprehensible, it had just the slightest naturally Japanese accent that articulated his tone. His voice was deep, and what had troubled Ryunosuke was that the disciple sounded.. Just like Kazuma. Of course, he'd suspected that he was Kazuma from the first time they met. But the pupil was ordered not to speak and so Ryunosuke never heard him do so.
"N-no, I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone..." Ryunosuke snapped back into reality and instinctively bows. Awkwardness created a tense air between them. He was standing up as he gestured for the disciple to sit where he'd been resting. However, before Ryunosuke was able to even straighten his legs, the disciple snatches his wrist and grips it in his hand. He then suddenly pushes him down on the sofa aggressively for him to sit down. He stands with his weight on just one leg, the other resting between Ryunosuke's thighs, pinning him so that he wouldn't be able to move...
Ryunosuke lets out a slight "ah?!" sound, and shuts his eyes for a quick second before opening them to see the pupil, now on top of him. He looks up at the glowing eyes of his glaring beneath the vizard.
"You... Why do you know me? Why can I not ever draw my sword at you?! Who are you?!" The disciple seemingly yells, though his shout was quieter than a mouse.
That's right.. Now that Ryunosuke had thought about it, every time he passed the disciple, he would stop him in his tracks and try to communicate with him. He usually responded with a piercing glare, and he seemed to be hesitant to be anywhere close or physical with Ryunosuke.
Ryunosuke was absolutely bewildered. His eyes widened with hints of fear, his mouth opening as he tried to spit out words without his tongue becoming trapped. Funnily enough this had never occurred to him before. He suddenly felt guilty for teasing Kazuma's inability to clearly recite tongue twisters. The sounds, "I...", "uhh...." and "mmph..." escape Ryunosuke's mouth many times in a non-consecutive manner. At this point his face was crimson red and sweat was dripping from his chin. The disciple was staring at him in an intimidating fashion, as he leaned in slowly while Ryunosuke leaned back, similar to parallels. Phrases such as "Hold it!" and "Objection!" appeared in his mind, though these words are not commonly used outside of the courtroom. They're not much help, either.
Ryunosuke looks to the side in an attempt to escape the disciple's gaze, though it doesn't seem to work as the disciple only leans in closer, one hand gripping ryuunosuke's arm and the other cupping his chin, rotating it so that Ryunosuke can only look at him. It was then that Ryunosuke realized how close they were; the disciple's breath was warm on his face, his eyes– or at least what they seemed to be, darkened by the mask–glaring straight at him. He felt his heart pumping out of his chest as the disciple continued to breathe in his face.
The tense air between them, Ryunosuke could no longer hold. But he couldn't do anything about it; he wasn't the one in charge here.
The masked man was.
The disciple loosens his grip on Ryunosuke's arm and moves it onto his shoulder, sliding it downwards as it reaches Ryunosuke's chest, then his waist and hip, where he decided should be the place for his free hand to hold.
Ryunosuke jumps at the sudden touch, his eyes widen even more than before as the disciple tries to keep him unmoving and leans in even more. This time, however... Ryunosuke stays still. His lips lift slightly as he tries to object, wording out phrases that yet don't seem to come out of his mouth.
"...What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" The Disciple teases with a deadpan expression.
"I.. uh, uhm, eh," Ryunosuke muttered out. He tried to muster up some courage against the disciple. He knew he could, but the extremely tiny distance between them tensed up his body in all aspects. His face was filled with confusion as to what was going on, his head heavy and his mind spinning in circles.
Then, and without any warning, the disciple bites Ryunosuke's bottom lip as he presses his face onto him. His mask brushes against Ryunosuke's eyes, and the pupil seems to notice that, and so he lifts the mask slightly as he pushes his tongue between Ryunosuke's lips, both of their eyes shut, one in fright and one in curiosity.
Ryunosuke squirms and struggles to break free, not sure if he could hold in any more of the pupil's saliva. The taste of the disciple's lips was yet familiar to Kazuma's again. He makes an "mm.." noise in objection to the kiss.
The disciple pulls away gently, licking Ryunosuke's lips and wiping his mouth with his glove. "I'm quite intrigued by you," He whispers to Ryunosuke. The disciple then shifts the hand from the waist under Ryunosuke's uniform jacket and button-up, the white leather glove cool against his warm skin as he continues to slide Ryunosuke's shirt up. "Your jacket is quite troublesome..." He says without expression, all while moving his spare hand to the top button of Ryunosuke's uniform jacket.
"HOLD IT!"
Suddenly a loud shout comes from Ryunosuke. The disciple lifts his gaze as Ryunosuke continues to huff and puff loudly, face tomato red, trying to regain his composure.
A small chuckle escapes the disciple's mouth as he gets back to unbuttoning the jacket.
"I-I'm serious!" Ryunosuke shouts again, clearly devastated. He tries to push the disciple away, distraught...
"No," the Disciple responds sternly. "I am not done..."
He seems to be confirming something.
The disciple's eyes widened, just a bit. "You.. Even your lips, they are familiar." Ryunosuke scoffed. "Same for you.."
........
They speak at the same time.
"Have we.. known each other before?"
"I knew it... Asogi..?"
........
A loud scream is heard from the disciple. He trembles as his hood falls, following the mask which drops into Ryunosuke's palms, though he doesn't seem to notice, his eyes fixated on Kazuma's now revealed face.
"K..Kazuma....."
...
END