Fanfiction: Fighting! (Part 5/6: Supa Idols)
Characters: Takki, Pi, Jin, Ryo, Kame, Tsubasa and Matchy
Pairing: TakkiPi, TakiTsuba, Akame, Ryopi (and one more pairing to go)
Genre: AU, angst, comedy, fluff, romance, smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's a tug of war between his will and his heart. But when doing something right feels so wrong, should Takki choose to give in to his desires?
Disclaimer: I desire the boys but they're not mine.
Note: Daily updated 6-part story. Sorry, sorry, this is a day late due to Internet cutoff. For Dorayaki-chan, for your constant support. Thank you!
Part 1/6: A Perfect Life?
Part 2/6: The Prince and the Punk
Part 3/6: Of Different Worlds
Part 4/6: In the Summer Heat
Part 5/6: Supa Idols
It is a lazy Sunday afternoon. Tsubasa sits idly on a sofa as he listens to Takki play the piano. Like the muslin curtains swaying and dancing to a different rhythm, Tsubasa’s distracted. He has an announcement to make. He will be leaving before the end of the week.
‘It’s beautiful, simple and yet it speaks to my heart. What’s it called?’
Takki smiles a little. He likes it when someone shares his taste in music. ‘Minuet in G major. There’s a popular song sang to this tune too - A Lover’s Concerto.’
Walking over to the piano, Tsubasa clumsily presses a few key, producing a few disjointed notes. He had always wanted to learn the piano but there was never the opportunity. In drunken rage, his father had often belted him for walking about too loudly. He shivers to think what the old man would do if he were to practise his piano. Besides that wasn’t the only obstacle. There was never enough money anyway.
‘It sounds so simple. Maybe even I can learn to play it one day.’
‘One day? How about today?’
Taken by surprise, Tsubasa looks straight at Takki. Since that night of the summer vacation, he has yet to look Takki in the eye. He has been avoiding him. It’s not that he hates him. It’s just that he just doesn’t know how to face him after being rejected.
‘Come I’ll make an instant pianist out of you.’
Takki sits Tsubasa between his legs then places the latter’s hands on his, Tsubasa’s fingers on top of his.
‘Just follow my fingering.’
With that Takki played the tune again, this time with accompanying lyrics.
How gentle is the rain
That falls softly on the meadow.
Birds high up the trees
Serenade the clouds with their melodies.
Oh, see there beyond the hill,
The bright colors of the rainbow.
Some magic from above
Made this day for us just to fall in love.
Now, I belong to you
From this day until forever.
Just love me tenderly
And I'll give to you every part of me.
Oh, don't ever make me cry
Through long lonely nights without love.
Be always true to me,
Keep this day in your heart eternally.
One day we shall return
To this place upon the meadow.
We'll walk out in the rain,
See the birds above singing once again
Oh, you hold me in your arms,
And say once again you love me,
And if your love is true,
Everything will be just as wonderful.
You'll hold me in your arms,
And say once again you'll love me,
And if your love is true,
Everything will be just as wonderful.
Tsuabsa wants so badly to hold Takki’s hand in his. But he doesn’t. He only says, ‘I’ll be leaving before the end of the week. Thank you for your hospitality.’
It is supposed to be short and sweet. Make the announcement then disappear back into his room. But Takki stops him.
‘I never used to like playing the piano. In fact, I hated it. Even now, I’m not sure if I like it at all,’ Takki admits. ‘But my mother does. She likes the sound of the piano. So I asked to learn it. I thought if I played it, she’ll stay home more often and hear me play. But she hardly does. I can’t remember the last time she heard me.’
Since his arrival, Tsubasa has been thinking it strange that aside from the numerous domestic help, Takki seems to be the only inhabitant in the large, stately mansion. But he never pursued the matter because he knows that parents can sometimes do more harm than good. Moreover, he likes how there’s no one to look down on him and despise him.
‘If you’re gone too, then it’ll once again be me playing for the walls to hear.’
Life on the street has taught Tsubasa that the more you feel, the more you’ll hurt. But he can’t help but feel his heart go out to Takki. He too knows what it’s like to be lonely.
Seeing that Tsubasa is wavering, Takki quickly diverts his attention to his school’s upcoming classical concert.
‘I’ve got you a ticket. It’ll be held in Suntory Hall. Have you been there before?’
‘No. It’s not my kind of place.’ Tsubasa answers, a little ashamed at not having been to one of Tokyo’s premier art venues.
Takki frowns, and then quickly dismisses it with a wave of his hand, ‘Never mind. It’ll be fun. Kame will be there too. He’s an usher volunteer. I can lend you my uniform and you can help out too!’
Engrossed with his plans, Takki grabs Tsubasa and leads him to his room to try on the school uniform.
It might not be apparent on Tsubasa’s stoic face, but he is excited. He has always wanted to put on a high school uniform. But he never made it to high school. He could only depend on self-study and scrimping and saving to pay for his upcoming private exams.
Whenever he sees high school lovers walk hand-in-hand down the streets, he would always feel a pang of self-pity. He too wants to wait a pure and innocent high school love. He wants to wait for his date outside her school, carry her school bag for her while they window shop, and at the end of a lovey dovey date, walk her home.
But it seems fate has other plans. His ‘date’ may look a tad girly, but is all male. He has sampled the merchandise.
…………….
‘Which university are you from?’ the girl seated next to him in the concert hall politely enquires. Tsubasa is already uncomfortable seated where all the VIPs are, he doesn't need someone to add fuel to fire.
But obviously feeling insecure at being alone, his neighbour tries again to engage him. 'No wait, let me guess. Quite a few of our alumni here are from Todai and Tokyo Tech,' she says gerturing to the distinguished-looking attendees of the concert. It's clear that Takki's school has produced many fine leaders and pillars of society. 'So are you from one of them too?’
Tsubasa continues to ignore her. He has always believed that if you put enough low lives together, you can call it high society.
‘I’m from Oxford University. You?’ The pesky girl persists.
Finally, faking a smile, Tsubasa sweetly answers, ‘Oxtail University.’
The girl eyes him contemptuously then moves a seat away.
………………
On their way home, Takki could tell that Tsubasa is feeling a little out of sorts. He probably felt out of his element at the earlier formal event.
To lighten the mood, Takki shares a secret. ‘The teacher said that my delivery of Appassionata has improved. I used to be technically sound, but soulless. Tonight, she said that the music spoke to her heart. So… thank you.’
‘What did I do?’ Puzzled, Tsubasa asks.
‘I used to not know what soulful music means. The soul is not something I think about. In fact, I don’t think much. I don’t need to. I don’t feel much either. I thought there’s nothing much to feel, only emptiness. But somehow, you’ve made me think and feel.’
A slight tinge of warmth is spreading across Tsubasa’s cheeks. Nobody has ever complimented him like that. In fact, maybe nobody ever did.
……………….
‘Where’s Takki?’ Tsuabsa asks the sullen-looking butler, Matchy-san.
Like avoiding a plague, Tsubasa has been dodging Takki. He can’t risk his heart skipping another beat at what Takki says. But there’s a mathematical sum that he badly needs explanation for, and he needs Tutor Takki. Although endowed with natural intelligence and quick thinking, Takki has never once sneered Tsubasa for his slow or lack of understanding. Instead, he admires how the disadvantaged boy tackles every challenge with a vengeance.
‘He said something about wanting to step out of his comfort zone too, and then went off to work part-time in one of his father’s supermarket chain stores.’
The domestic help is clearly upset. He had initially thought that Takki, like him, saw Tsubasa as Momo’s replacement. When Takki was young, he once brought home an injured stray cat and named it Momo. But after nursing it back to health, it left. Little Takki was heartbroken. Somehow, Tsubasa reminded Matchy of Momo. The butler was rather fond of the new ‘pet’ too, until he saw he saw ‘it’ sneak into Takki’s room in the middle of the night. After that, it was pet turned pest. To make matters worse, this pest has the audacity to mess with his young master’s heart and mind.
……………….
Tsubasa is surprised to see the supermarket so packed. It seems the whole female population of that small neighbourhood, from giggly girls to grannies, has congregated in the shop. The queue lines to pay are even threatening to spill outside the bustling establishment. For a moment, Tsubasa thinks he has stepped into Johnny’s Shop. But when he sees Takki, Kame, even Jin behind the cashier counters. It becomes instantly understandable.
It turns out that when Kame learnt of Takki’s part-time work, he asked to join him. The great pretender came clean and revealed that he was never rich; he was only pretending to be so that he could get Jin’s attention. And Jin, being an understanding and supportive boyfriend, quickly jumped onto the bandwagon as well. Takki was happy to have Kame on board, but he shuddered to think of Jin’s impact on his father’s business. Much to his surprise, love has proved that even Jin can be sensible, mature and responsible.
……………….
Seeing an easy target in the aimlessly loitering Tsubasa, one girl departs from the herd and squeals, ‘Are you a staff here too?’
Tsubasa is just about to answer in the negative when he overhears a little girl say to Takki, ‘When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you.’
‘Why yes, yes! I’m gonna be a staff here. In fact, I’m here for the interview,’ Tsubasa answers very politely, and then with a slight bow, continues, ‘Thank you for your patronage. We hope to serve you again soon.’
……………….
Tsuabsa could tell that Takki has mixed feelings about him being here. Whenever he rushes forward to help the younger boy carry the heavier stuff, he can feel the latter smile. But whenever the younger one reciprocates with a can of drink or baby carrots as substitute for his cigarettes, it’s always done in a hurried and deliberately careless manner.
‘Take your jacket. It’s cold out there,’ Takki warns as he enters the shop, freshly invigorated from a break outdoors. Their break time has been scheduled differently.
‘I forgot my coat. But no worries.’
Immediately, Takki takes his off and offers it to Tsubasa.
‘No thanks. I’m fine.’
Not taking no for an answer, Takki helps him put it on. And Tsubasa doesn’t put up a fight either and lets him slowly help him into the Burberry overcoat.
‘It smells of you.’
‘I smell?’ Takki hastily sniffs his armpits.
‘No, not in a bad way,’ Tsubasa laughingly assures.
‘What do I smell like?’ Takki asks, a little bemused.
‘Like… I don’t know. But I like it.’
Hearing those words, Takki can’t help but blush a little.
Nonetheless, determined to keep a tight leash on his emotions, Takki promptly says his goodbye, ‘I’ve got to go. You have a good one.’
He hasn’t taken more than a few steps before he hears Tsubasa says in a shaky voice, ‘I don’t want a good one. I want you.’
His face flushes again; this time, not from embarrassment, but from anger.
‘Look, I’m trying very hard here! Stop saying these things to me! You don’t know how easy it is for me to lose control, to lose control over the slightest, silliest thing you say!’ Takki bursts out. His voice is raised and quivering. ‘It hurts me too, okay?! And I want it to stop!’
Tsubasa is momentarily shaken by the outburst. He doesn’t know that Takki feels the same way.
Daring himself, he reaches out and caresses the ivory fair face, whispering, ‘If it hurts so much, then just let go. Lose control.’
‘Why is doing the right thing so painful?’ Takki sighs as a single tear rolls forth
Wiping it away, Tsubasa proceeds to kiss the tear-stained lashes, the proud nose and the curvaceous lips.
‘No, Pi!’ Takki suddenly stops in mid-kiss.
‘Pi, doesn’t have to know.’
‘But I’ll know.’
‘For tonight, just for tonight, let go. Don’t think, just feel. Just do what you want. For tonight, there’s no right, no wrong, no consequences.’
Takki may be losing grip on what’s right or wrong. But he knows what he wants. He wants to surrender to his desires. He closes his eyes, parts his lip and waits for Tsubasa to take him.
Later in the storage room at the back of the shop, Takki parts more than his lips. He parts his legs, his heart and his soul.
………………….
‘Where’s Momo, I mean Tsubasa?’ Matchy-san asks as he endures yet another car’s honking as they wait for the stray in the Bentley that is obstructing the narrow alley.
‘Stop taking him as Momo. Tsubasa doesn’t even like cats. He’s afraid of them,’ Takki divulges with glee.
He likes discovering things about Tsubasa. Maybe later tonight when they continue with Part B of where they stopped, when they were rudely interrupted by their angry boss, he will learn even more about the sex dynamite.
But more waiting and more honking later, Tsubasa is still not here.
Note: The lyrics to ‘A Lover’s Concerto’ is by Sandy Linzer and Denny Randell.
Bonus (pics are from scans in Google search):
Takki: Here honey bunny, bunny honey bunny.
Inu: You're a honey bunny too. I love you.
Inu: Do you love me too?
Takki: But I... Tsubasa.
Inu: Bad chin chin ii.
Thank you for reading. Next up, tomorrow, Part 6/6: A Place to Belong.
Pairing: TakkiPi, TakiTsuba, Akame, Ryopi (and one more pairing to go)
Genre: AU, angst, comedy, fluff, romance, smut
Rating: PG13
Summary: It's a tug of war between his will and his heart. But when doing something right feels so wrong, should Takki choose to give in to his desires?
Disclaimer: I desire the boys but they're not mine.
Note: Daily updated 6-part story. Sorry, sorry, this is a day late due to Internet cutoff. For Dorayaki-chan, for your constant support. Thank you!
Part 1/6: A Perfect Life?
Part 2/6: The Prince and the Punk
Part 3/6: Of Different Worlds
Part 4/6: In the Summer Heat
Part 5/6: Supa Idols
It is a lazy Sunday afternoon. Tsubasa sits idly on a sofa as he listens to Takki play the piano. Like the muslin curtains swaying and dancing to a different rhythm, Tsubasa’s distracted. He has an announcement to make. He will be leaving before the end of the week.
‘It’s beautiful, simple and yet it speaks to my heart. What’s it called?’
Takki smiles a little. He likes it when someone shares his taste in music. ‘Minuet in G major. There’s a popular song sang to this tune too - A Lover’s Concerto.’
Walking over to the piano, Tsubasa clumsily presses a few key, producing a few disjointed notes. He had always wanted to learn the piano but there was never the opportunity. In drunken rage, his father had often belted him for walking about too loudly. He shivers to think what the old man would do if he were to practise his piano. Besides that wasn’t the only obstacle. There was never enough money anyway.
‘It sounds so simple. Maybe even I can learn to play it one day.’
‘One day? How about today?’
Taken by surprise, Tsubasa looks straight at Takki. Since that night of the summer vacation, he has yet to look Takki in the eye. He has been avoiding him. It’s not that he hates him. It’s just that he just doesn’t know how to face him after being rejected.
‘Come I’ll make an instant pianist out of you.’
Takki sits Tsubasa between his legs then places the latter’s hands on his, Tsubasa’s fingers on top of his.
‘Just follow my fingering.’
With that Takki played the tune again, this time with accompanying lyrics.
How gentle is the rain
That falls softly on the meadow.
Birds high up the trees
Serenade the clouds with their melodies.
Oh, see there beyond the hill,
The bright colors of the rainbow.
Some magic from above
Made this day for us just to fall in love.
Now, I belong to you
From this day until forever.
Just love me tenderly
And I'll give to you every part of me.
Oh, don't ever make me cry
Through long lonely nights without love.
Be always true to me,
Keep this day in your heart eternally.
One day we shall return
To this place upon the meadow.
We'll walk out in the rain,
See the birds above singing once again
Oh, you hold me in your arms,
And say once again you love me,
And if your love is true,
Everything will be just as wonderful.
You'll hold me in your arms,
And say once again you'll love me,
And if your love is true,
Everything will be just as wonderful.
Tsuabsa wants so badly to hold Takki’s hand in his. But he doesn’t. He only says, ‘I’ll be leaving before the end of the week. Thank you for your hospitality.’
It is supposed to be short and sweet. Make the announcement then disappear back into his room. But Takki stops him.
‘I never used to like playing the piano. In fact, I hated it. Even now, I’m not sure if I like it at all,’ Takki admits. ‘But my mother does. She likes the sound of the piano. So I asked to learn it. I thought if I played it, she’ll stay home more often and hear me play. But she hardly does. I can’t remember the last time she heard me.’
Since his arrival, Tsubasa has been thinking it strange that aside from the numerous domestic help, Takki seems to be the only inhabitant in the large, stately mansion. But he never pursued the matter because he knows that parents can sometimes do more harm than good. Moreover, he likes how there’s no one to look down on him and despise him.
‘If you’re gone too, then it’ll once again be me playing for the walls to hear.’
Life on the street has taught Tsubasa that the more you feel, the more you’ll hurt. But he can’t help but feel his heart go out to Takki. He too knows what it’s like to be lonely.
Seeing that Tsubasa is wavering, Takki quickly diverts his attention to his school’s upcoming classical concert.
‘I’ve got you a ticket. It’ll be held in Suntory Hall. Have you been there before?’
‘No. It’s not my kind of place.’ Tsubasa answers, a little ashamed at not having been to one of Tokyo’s premier art venues.
Takki frowns, and then quickly dismisses it with a wave of his hand, ‘Never mind. It’ll be fun. Kame will be there too. He’s an usher volunteer. I can lend you my uniform and you can help out too!’
Engrossed with his plans, Takki grabs Tsubasa and leads him to his room to try on the school uniform.
It might not be apparent on Tsubasa’s stoic face, but he is excited. He has always wanted to put on a high school uniform. But he never made it to high school. He could only depend on self-study and scrimping and saving to pay for his upcoming private exams.
Whenever he sees high school lovers walk hand-in-hand down the streets, he would always feel a pang of self-pity. He too wants to wait a pure and innocent high school love. He wants to wait for his date outside her school, carry her school bag for her while they window shop, and at the end of a lovey dovey date, walk her home.
But it seems fate has other plans. His ‘date’ may look a tad girly, but is all male. He has sampled the merchandise.
…………….
‘Which university are you from?’ the girl seated next to him in the concert hall politely enquires. Tsubasa is already uncomfortable seated where all the VIPs are, he doesn't need someone to add fuel to fire.
But obviously feeling insecure at being alone, his neighbour tries again to engage him. 'No wait, let me guess. Quite a few of our alumni here are from Todai and Tokyo Tech,' she says gerturing to the distinguished-looking attendees of the concert. It's clear that Takki's school has produced many fine leaders and pillars of society. 'So are you from one of them too?’
Tsubasa continues to ignore her. He has always believed that if you put enough low lives together, you can call it high society.
‘I’m from Oxford University. You?’ The pesky girl persists.
Finally, faking a smile, Tsubasa sweetly answers, ‘Oxtail University.’
The girl eyes him contemptuously then moves a seat away.
………………
On their way home, Takki could tell that Tsubasa is feeling a little out of sorts. He probably felt out of his element at the earlier formal event.
To lighten the mood, Takki shares a secret. ‘The teacher said that my delivery of Appassionata has improved. I used to be technically sound, but soulless. Tonight, she said that the music spoke to her heart. So… thank you.’
‘What did I do?’ Puzzled, Tsubasa asks.
‘I used to not know what soulful music means. The soul is not something I think about. In fact, I don’t think much. I don’t need to. I don’t feel much either. I thought there’s nothing much to feel, only emptiness. But somehow, you’ve made me think and feel.’
A slight tinge of warmth is spreading across Tsubasa’s cheeks. Nobody has ever complimented him like that. In fact, maybe nobody ever did.
……………….
‘Where’s Takki?’ Tsuabsa asks the sullen-looking butler, Matchy-san.
Like avoiding a plague, Tsubasa has been dodging Takki. He can’t risk his heart skipping another beat at what Takki says. But there’s a mathematical sum that he badly needs explanation for, and he needs Tutor Takki. Although endowed with natural intelligence and quick thinking, Takki has never once sneered Tsubasa for his slow or lack of understanding. Instead, he admires how the disadvantaged boy tackles every challenge with a vengeance.
‘He said something about wanting to step out of his comfort zone too, and then went off to work part-time in one of his father’s supermarket chain stores.’
The domestic help is clearly upset. He had initially thought that Takki, like him, saw Tsubasa as Momo’s replacement. When Takki was young, he once brought home an injured stray cat and named it Momo. But after nursing it back to health, it left. Little Takki was heartbroken. Somehow, Tsubasa reminded Matchy of Momo. The butler was rather fond of the new ‘pet’ too, until he saw he saw ‘it’ sneak into Takki’s room in the middle of the night. After that, it was pet turned pest. To make matters worse, this pest has the audacity to mess with his young master’s heart and mind.
……………….
Tsubasa is surprised to see the supermarket so packed. It seems the whole female population of that small neighbourhood, from giggly girls to grannies, has congregated in the shop. The queue lines to pay are even threatening to spill outside the bustling establishment. For a moment, Tsubasa thinks he has stepped into Johnny’s Shop. But when he sees Takki, Kame, even Jin behind the cashier counters. It becomes instantly understandable.
It turns out that when Kame learnt of Takki’s part-time work, he asked to join him. The great pretender came clean and revealed that he was never rich; he was only pretending to be so that he could get Jin’s attention. And Jin, being an understanding and supportive boyfriend, quickly jumped onto the bandwagon as well. Takki was happy to have Kame on board, but he shuddered to think of Jin’s impact on his father’s business. Much to his surprise, love has proved that even Jin can be sensible, mature and responsible.
……………….
Seeing an easy target in the aimlessly loitering Tsubasa, one girl departs from the herd and squeals, ‘Are you a staff here too?’
Tsubasa is just about to answer in the negative when he overhears a little girl say to Takki, ‘When I grow up, I’m gonna marry you.’
‘Why yes, yes! I’m gonna be a staff here. In fact, I’m here for the interview,’ Tsubasa answers very politely, and then with a slight bow, continues, ‘Thank you for your patronage. We hope to serve you again soon.’
……………….
Tsuabsa could tell that Takki has mixed feelings about him being here. Whenever he rushes forward to help the younger boy carry the heavier stuff, he can feel the latter smile. But whenever the younger one reciprocates with a can of drink or baby carrots as substitute for his cigarettes, it’s always done in a hurried and deliberately careless manner.
‘Take your jacket. It’s cold out there,’ Takki warns as he enters the shop, freshly invigorated from a break outdoors. Their break time has been scheduled differently.
‘I forgot my coat. But no worries.’
Immediately, Takki takes his off and offers it to Tsubasa.
‘No thanks. I’m fine.’
Not taking no for an answer, Takki helps him put it on. And Tsubasa doesn’t put up a fight either and lets him slowly help him into the Burberry overcoat.
‘It smells of you.’
‘I smell?’ Takki hastily sniffs his armpits.
‘No, not in a bad way,’ Tsubasa laughingly assures.
‘What do I smell like?’ Takki asks, a little bemused.
‘Like… I don’t know. But I like it.’
Hearing those words, Takki can’t help but blush a little.
Nonetheless, determined to keep a tight leash on his emotions, Takki promptly says his goodbye, ‘I’ve got to go. You have a good one.’
He hasn’t taken more than a few steps before he hears Tsubasa says in a shaky voice, ‘I don’t want a good one. I want you.’
His face flushes again; this time, not from embarrassment, but from anger.
‘Look, I’m trying very hard here! Stop saying these things to me! You don’t know how easy it is for me to lose control, to lose control over the slightest, silliest thing you say!’ Takki bursts out. His voice is raised and quivering. ‘It hurts me too, okay?! And I want it to stop!’
Tsubasa is momentarily shaken by the outburst. He doesn’t know that Takki feels the same way.
Daring himself, he reaches out and caresses the ivory fair face, whispering, ‘If it hurts so much, then just let go. Lose control.’
‘Why is doing the right thing so painful?’ Takki sighs as a single tear rolls forth
Wiping it away, Tsubasa proceeds to kiss the tear-stained lashes, the proud nose and the curvaceous lips.
‘No, Pi!’ Takki suddenly stops in mid-kiss.
‘Pi, doesn’t have to know.’
‘But I’ll know.’
‘For tonight, just for tonight, let go. Don’t think, just feel. Just do what you want. For tonight, there’s no right, no wrong, no consequences.’
Takki may be losing grip on what’s right or wrong. But he knows what he wants. He wants to surrender to his desires. He closes his eyes, parts his lip and waits for Tsubasa to take him.
Later in the storage room at the back of the shop, Takki parts more than his lips. He parts his legs, his heart and his soul.
………………….
‘Where’s Momo, I mean Tsubasa?’ Matchy-san asks as he endures yet another car’s honking as they wait for the stray in the Bentley that is obstructing the narrow alley.
‘Stop taking him as Momo. Tsubasa doesn’t even like cats. He’s afraid of them,’ Takki divulges with glee.
He likes discovering things about Tsubasa. Maybe later tonight when they continue with Part B of where they stopped, when they were rudely interrupted by their angry boss, he will learn even more about the sex dynamite.
But more waiting and more honking later, Tsubasa is still not here.
Note: The lyrics to ‘A Lover’s Concerto’ is by Sandy Linzer and Denny Randell.
Bonus (pics are from scans in Google search):
Takki: Here honey bunny, bunny honey bunny.
Inu: You're a honey bunny too. I love you.
Inu: Do you love me too?
Takki: But I... Tsubasa.
Inu: Bad chin chin ii.
Thank you for reading. Next up, tomorrow, Part 6/6: A Place to Belong.