Kazuma and Barok have been haunted by nightmares of the trauma of the Reaper Killings or almost having killed Tobias Gregson. Everyone is worried and Kazuma doesn’t wish to leave Barok in order to get better, even though he knows that would be best for him. How will the both of them resolve this and get better?
Frozen in shock, Kazuma watched as Tobias Gregson crouched onto the floor, holding onto the rather large slash across his stomach and chest. Blood poured out quickly, pooling like water as Kazuma stared, hands shaking, at the sword he was holding, Karuma. Blood was dripping from the edge of the sword, the tip missing from the onslaught. From the reflection of the blood, he could see himself in red.
“You’re… just like… him,” choked the dying detective before giving out his last breath.
“I…” Kazuma said, losing his voice, as he tried releasing the sword from his hands, but they wouldn’t release. It was then that he realized he couldn’t control Karuma as the sword glared at him.
“You are a disgrace!” The sword spoke.
“No, I didn’t…” Kazuma cried as he backed away.
“A dishonor to your father who gave up his honor for you!”
“I’m not…! I didn’t…!” Kazuma cried, as the sword moved toward him, the sharp end of the blade reaching for him.
“A dishonor to the Asogi Clan!”
Kazuma felt his back hit the wall as the sharp end of the blade came to his neck. Fear in the form of tears poured like a waterfall down his cheeks. He closed his eyes tightly, pleading, “please. I’m… sorry.”
“Fruitless apologies couldn’t bring Father back. Why would they bring him back? You deserve exactly what Jezail Brett deserved!” The sword said hauntingly.
“NO! Please, don’t!” Kazuma cried pleadingly, more tears falling as he felt his arms move on their own, feeling the pain of the blade. He instinctively grabbed onto his neck, hot tears pouring down his cheeks, while he curled into a fetal position.
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It took Kazuma a moment for him to realize that the pain he felt was no more than a sting from the nightmare and no blood was pouring from his neck. All he felt was sweat. His eyes snapped open; he was still curled in a ball under the covers of the bed. He couldhear the pace of his breathing and heartbeat, feel the sweat and tears on his face and see the darkness of the room. His trembling hands slowly remove themselves from his neck; he looked over to see his lover still asleep. Thankfully, he didn’t wake up to see Kazuma in this shameful state.
Kazuma and Barok had been dating for about a year, beginning at some point after Ryunosuke and Susato left for Japan. In truth, both men had always admired each other greatly. Barok’s trial had only brought the two men closer together. Kazuma naturally felt as if he could be himself around Barok without fear of hurting him as he did with Ryunosuke and Susato. Until Barok came into his life, Dr. Mikotoba and Judge Jigoku were the only two people that Kazuma didn’t have to hold his anger back for. However, Barok was the first he could trust to not hide anything from him. He hated being deceived. It was worse than being lied to because a small lie wasn’toften told out of deceit, even if it did come to it. One couldlie from uncertainty or wish to avoid the subject. Deceitcamefrom holding onto information for personal gain. Even if Dr. Mikotoba meant well, he deceived Kazuma to his adulthood about his father, and that hadresulted in distrust toward his guardian. Barok understood that, having been deceived himself.
Lying in bed, Kazuma knew if he removed himself from the bed, his lover would likely take notice. The bed often made creaks and the floors of the manor made sounds too. He didn’t wish to burden Barok, so he turned himself away from his lover, staring at the window night sky. It was another nightmare, another night of watching Tobias Gregson’s corpse by his sword. He couldn’t understand any of this. He didn’t even kill the man and yet the nightmares continued with himfeeling the wrath of his sword, Karuma. Kazuma hated it. He wished he could find a reason for why Karuma was wrong but he couldn’t find an answer. The fact remained that, in his heart, Kazuma wanted to kill the detective.
It was on nights like these that Kazuma felt glad that he hadlent his sword to Ryunosuke. He doubted having Karuma by his side would’ve made things any better. Those night terrors continued to haunt him like a ghost in the night. Closing his eyes tightly, Kazuma felt more tears rolling down his cheeks. He used the pillow to cover his face, so he didn’t have to feel those beads of liquid that reflected his shame. It was haunting.
Kazuma heard the sound of the bed creaking, the bed dipping deeper, as an arm gently wrapped around his shoulder. Great, Barok must’ve woken up. Kazuma wiped his tears, hoping his voice sounded normal regardless of his crying.
“Did I wake you?” Kazuma asked, turning his face to see his lover’s deep, dark eyes.
“Nothing to worry about. Something is troubling you. Is it another nightmare?” Barok asked with such a calm and soothing voice, while gently turning Kazuma towards him, his fingers lightly brushing over his cheeks. Kazuma knew he couldn’t lie to Barok, being as his fingers had touched his moistened face, and nodded. A kiss was placed on his temple, fingers combing through his hair as a means of comfort. It felt nice.
“Karuma tried to kill me this time. There was so much blood on the floor. Said I dishonored my father and… the Asogi name,” Kazuma muttered as new fresh tears began building, leaving his eyes, before being caught by Barok’s thumb. He couldn’t stop the trembling of his body in Barok’s arms. He latched his hands onto Barok’s nightgown as another kiss was placed on his forehead.
“Might I offer you some tea?” Barok asked.
“… I don’t wish to burden you.”
“You’re not, except that you refuse help when you need it. I know it will be hard to relax and sleep again, after such a nightmare.”
“… just some sleepy tea to help me go back to sleep.”
“Very well,” Barok replied, getting himself out of bed as Kazuma followed. He didn’t like feeling like a burden to anyone, even though Barok made a good point about not asking for help.
Barok made some hot tea in the kettle, then poured some for Kazuma, adding some lemon juice to it. It felt soothing and warm. Kazuma was already feeling much more relaxed, especially with Barok with him. However, he didn’t want that nightmare to continue or return. Even though it was just a nightmare, he couldn’t deny how close he was to disgracing everything his father stood for and the Asogi Clan. To think that he was so close to committing murder. It was enough to make him tremble. He didn’t want to think about it and yet, what if that was to happen again?
“I’m always here, if that nightmare ever returns,” Barok said as Kazuma nodded, drinking his tea.
Before Kazuma knew it, his head lolled onto Barok’s shoulder, feeling the warmth vibrating from him. Thankfully, he had a dreamless sleep. He didn’t wish to burden Barok any more than he already had. After all, Kazuma wasn’t the only one dealing with nightmares.
For Barok, nightmares had become common. It was why he and Kazuma now slept together. Of course, it was due to their relationship, but that was nothing more than an excuse for why they were sleeping together. It was the nightmares. The nightly terrors of bloodshed by their own hands, the gold eyes of the bloodhound and the Professor, the mobs that would never stop their onslaught of slaying the Reaper and watching as Genshin Asogi took his final breath from the shot of a gun. Kazuma knew that it was far worse for Barok, who had dealt with these nightly terrors for over a decade since his father’s trial. It had only been recent for Kazuma.
Kazuma wished to unload any burdens from his lord as much as he could. Not just because this was his lover, but it was his duty. Barok had spent his days and nights alone with these terrors for over ten years. Dreams were no more than the imagination of the person dreaming them, but the effects were still haunting. If he could bear half of those burdens then his lord may find peace. However, with his nightmares, it was becoming increasingly impossible. Kazuma felt like a child needing to be cared for instead of his lord’s protector. How long wouldit be before his nightly terrors consumed him as well?
For the time being, Kazuma found it best to distract himself at work by looking over the crime scene with Inspector Lestrade. She went over her findings with him and the witnesses she found at the scene of the crime. Kazuma liked the Inspector’s cleverness and the same kind of stubbornness to find the truththat matched his own. It was a surprise to him that Gina never once mentioned anything about how close Kazuma was to killing her boss. He could still recall how distraught the young lady was to hear of her boss’ murder. She even swore that she would make the killer pay. Yet, she never said a word about what Kazuma almost did, despite the evidence being planted on the trunk she carried with her that once belonged to her boss.
“I was able to catch two coves tryin’ to exit the scene. Hmph, thinkin’ they can leave it without a single word of it,” Gina stated, crossing her arms.
“It also seems like Inspector Toby has found some clues as well,” Kazuma said, smirking slightly.
“Ha, you bet he did! He’s the best Inspector, that he is!” Gina grinned brightly as Kazuma smiled slightly at the lady. She then frowned. “Alright, what’s goin’ on with ye, Kaz?”
“Hm? Oh, nothing much, just haven’t been sleeping well,” Kazuma replied, not admitting his exhaustion from his nightly terrors.
“Yeah, that seems to be a thing with ye.”
“What do you mean?”
“Kaz, you’ve been having trouble sleepin’ since yer boss’ trial and all! The both of ye haven’t had a wink of sleep. It’s scarin’ the lot of us.”
“I…hadn’t realized. I mean, I knew of Lord van Zieks’ troubles with sleep, but that was something he’s always had even before my memories returned.”
“Yeah, but now yer joinin’ with him. Yer becoming as sour as the Reaper himself. It’s terrifyin’.”
“My… apologies,” Kazuma said weakly, knowing how useless it was.
“That ain’t the kind of thing I’m lookin’ for an apology for. ‘Oddo is countin’ on me to look after ye and he’s expectin’ for me to make a full report.”
“Ryunosuke is…? You shouldn’t have to… he…” Kazuma said, feeling overwhelmed by his friend’s knowledge. He didn’t wish for his friend to knowor to give him another matter to worry about. He began feeling slightly dizzy, placing his hand on a nearby wall to balance himself. “Why’d you tell him?”
“Look at yerself! Yer becoming sour yerself! I’m no fool!” Gina cried out, groaning as she grabbed hold of Kazuma’s shoulders, watching the dark bags under his eyes. “I ain’t never asked for you to look like this, Kaz. Ye need to stop whatever it is keepin’ you up like a night owl.”
“I can’t! You don’t understand.”
“Yer havin’ nightmares, right?”
Kazuma sighed. Was it truly that obvious? Gina’s eyes were full of conviction, saying, “I’m no fool. Ye don’t think I never had night terrors when I was livin’ in the slums? Terrified of what could creep up, while I was sleepin’? The streets are dangerous. Sometimes, it can get bloody and make ye do things you regret in life.”
“Bloody, heh?”
“How many times have ye dreamt of sheddin’ blood?”
“… more than I care to admit, I’m afraid,” Kazuma muttered, hollow eyes looking at Gina’s, who were filled with sympathy. It was only now that he realized why she never made mention of what he almost did to her boss. She could see he was already suffering from it. “What did you do?”
“…. bein’ with Iris helped somewhat… though, I had to start with forgivin’ myself. I did a lot of stupid stuff.”
“I suppose that makes the both of us.”
“It makes all of us. Wot matters is if we’re willin’ to learn and change. I’d like to keep my scars and learn from 'em. Wouldn’t you?” Gina asked, looking straight at Kazuma, who smiled bitterly.
“Indeed,” Kazuma replied as Gina backed away slightly, then she reached into her pocket. She pulled out what looked to be the tip of a small blade. Was that…? She placed it carefully into his gloved hands so she wouldn’t cut herself.
“Took a hell of a lot to get that blasted thing out. Remember wot you did, but don’t let it eat ye up. Yer stronger than that, Kaz! Unlike the other lot at the Prosecutor’s office, you’ve been to the slums like me when ye didn’t have a name to yerself.”
“… you’ve never once showed anger towards me, after…”
“Yeah, and…? Ye think yer the only one that held a weapon to a cove’s head? I held a gun to a pawn brokeh and that same gun was in me hands when he was shot dead.”
So, Gina understood Kazuma more than she appeared to. Kazuma glanced away, admitting, “I wanted to kill him. I could have.” Gina nodded, listening. “I can’t stop thinking about it and, when I do, I only burden my lord even more.”
“I’m assumin’ ye also help him when he gets his nightmares?”
“Yes?”
“Is it a burden to ye to help him?”
“Absolutely not! He’s my lord! I will help him with anything so long as he’s better!”
“Then, there ye have it! Yer his student and he’s willin’ to help ye no matter wot it is. It’s no different with yer friends and Mr. Sholmes or meself. We want to help.”
“Thank you. I’ll… I’ll see to it that I write to Ryunosuke and… perhaps talk to Mr. Sholmes.”
“Ye better. I ain’t babysittin’ ye!”
“Indeed,” Kazuma nodded, smiling as he felt some weight lifted off his chest. He took the tip end of Karuma and stuffed it in his pocket. Perhaps, he should keep it safe somewhere so that he may remember what he almost did. He looked up at Gina. “Thank you. I didn’t expect you to be so…”
“… make no mistake, I don’t trust ye temper with a ten-foot pole, but I ain’t gonna kick ye whilst yer down. It don’t take no genius to see it’s botherin’ ye. I’ve had people in the slums rob and kick me for robbin’ them. Not that I didn’t deserve it, I did, but it trapped me in the slums all the more. That ain’t the person I am. I’m no coward. If I’m gonna kick someone, it’s gonna be when he ain’t bleedin’,” Gina said, crossing her arms and smirking.
“I couldn’t agree. I’m sure Detective Gregson would be very proud of you. I hope to someday repay you.”
“Start by gettin’ better, alright? I’d like to actually give ye a good slappin’ fer puttin’ a blade to the boss’ neck.”
“Right. I suppose that’s fair. I’ll see to it thatI do,” Kazuma promised, shaking Gina’s hand, before returning to work.
Talking with Gina didn’t stop the nightmares, but it did help with some unloading. He wondered how long that relief would last before the nightly terrors would consume him whole. They never seemed to end. They certainly didn’t for Barok. He said that the hardest part was allowing his loved ones and those he called friends into his life. Kazuma was a natural social bird, but he could understand what Barok meant. Getting back to that habit of hanging out with friends as he did at Yumei University was easier said than done.
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He did pay Herlock Sholmes and Iris a visit for tea. They were the closest people he considered friends or friends of the family. While he couldn’t say he forgave Herlock Sholmes for faking his death and making his best friend believe he was dead for an entire year, he knew the detective only meant to protect him. Besides, to say that Kazuma had never intentionally hidden things from his friends and family for the sake of justice or protecting a loved one would be one of his greatest lies. In the end, Kazuma knew his nightly terrors wouldn’t exist, had he told Dr. Mikotoba about the Assassination Contract before setting off to London. While he might’ve been forced to delay his trip to London, at least he’d have someone that’d protect him. The more Kazuma thought about it, the more he was beginning to question if all the sneaking around truly was worth proving his father’s innocence.
Iris had made some of her homemade blend of tea with banana pudding. It was very moist and went well with the tea. With some convincing, Kazuma was able to talkBarok into joining him with the “don’t you want to visit your niece?” talk. Barok mostly stayed quiet, not wishing to make conversation. However, that didn’t stop Iris from starting it.
“How was the pudding?” Iris asked.
“Good. One of the best foods I’ve tasted here,” Kazuma complimented.
“I’m so happy! I wasn’t sure if you or Berry would like it. Though, Runo says you like fruits andsockera, whatever that means.”
“Sakura, also known as Cherry Blossoms here,” Barok mentioned. “It has a subtle taste of cherries with a more flowery taste to it. Good for making tea, or so I’ve heard.”
“Oh! That sounds delicious. I wish we had some here,” Iris grinned adorably.
“….”
“I’m sure you’ll get to taste its flavor when Mr. Sholmes takes you to visit Ryunosuke in Japan,” Kazuma said.
“Oooooh, that would be wonderful!” Iris grinned.
“Toput ina word for Yujin, how have you both been faring?” Herlock asked.
“We’ve been faring well, I suppose,” Barok replied.
“Hm… I see. Though, Mr. Asogi here seems to have darkened his eyes a bit. I hope it isn’t from your stormyeyes.” Herlock teased as Barok closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
“I’ve grown used to it,” Kazuma replied, feeling unsure whether or not he should mention his nightmares. Knowing the detective, he likely had already made his deductions and knew.
“Hm…”
“Mickey writes to Daddy. He’s worried about you,” Iris said.
“Dr. Mikotoba?” Kazuma asked.
“Yes. He and Runo. We know you haven’t been sleeping well. Even Ginny tells me she can see it in you and Berry.”
“Yes,she said as much earlier.”
“The Inspector is taking notice?” Barok asked with his arms crossed. “At least I can trust her skills on the job.”
“You don’t have to be the greatest detective to make impressive deductions,” Herlock mentioned. “Even Mr. Naruhodo is getting better on his own just by the letters he receives from Mr. Asogi.”
“He never wrote to me, but I suppose he’s always been a stickler for etiquette,” Kazuma said, looking away.
“Is there perhaps a reason you are not making mention of your troubles?” Herlock asked, his expression seeming more concerned.
“…”
“I’d assume you’ve already used your deduction skills to figure out the reason yourself,” Barok stated factually.
“Ah, but sometimes the person in question must admit it with their own lips,” Herlock pointed out. “Being able to work your way up through brains and skills is fun and sends you on great adventures, but sometimes… it comes at a cost.”
“Could you tell me what you mean by that, Detective?” Kazuma asked.
“Most certainly. Iris, do you know what reason specifically Dear Mikotoba wrote all those journals you see in that trunk?”
“Oh, to keep a record of his adventures with you?” Iris asked, grinning excitedly.
“That’spart of the reason, but not in full. I’m sure, if that were the case, he’d have specified his name, the name of his wife and that Mrs. Mary Wilson was not his lover. He’d also have made mention of all the times he met with Dr. Wilson, Mr. Asogi’s father, Mr. Jigoku and even young Barok, whom he met with often.”
“Oh yes, I did wonder about that. It would’ve saved me a lot of confusion. So… what was the reason?”
“To cope with his nightly terrors that came with his adventures with me, unfortunately,” Herlock revealed, showing a very grave expression.
“Mickey… had nightmares? … How terrifying. I never would have realized.”
“Dr. Mikotoba had nightmares?” Kazuma asked, dumbfounded.
“Very much so. Most of them were out of guilt. Many of those that were mentioned in his journals were those involved with our adventures. I was also dealing with my issues of isolating all my loved ones at the time, never telling them of my adventures. He involved everyone I loved, including my brother, Mycroft.”
“He was concerned for you,” Kazuma said. Though the more he thought about it, it made sense now why Herlock’s brother was hardly mentioned in his books.
“Unfortunately, many of them ended up scarred themselves, my brother especially. I think the worst of it was the James Moriarty Incident. At the time, I was at my worst. I faked my death and, as a result, I placed my dearest friend in the worst state of his life. I didn’t think he’d ever recover. When I told Mr. Naruhodo that I did not predict any of the events that followed your supposed death, I meant it. I feared that I had damaged Mr. Naruhodo in the same way I damaged my Dear Mikotoba. It’s why I made sure he was housed with me at all times until news came about of finding you.”
“… you really were trying to fix your mistake in your own way, weren’t you?”
“My dear fellow, I cannot tell you how sorry I am for what I put your friend through. I promised myself I would never do something to that level again, yet… there I was. It’s amazing how extreme situations can reveal the worst parts of yourself you wish to forget. No matter how hard I try to fix it, I just cannot… not entirely at least,” Herlock admitted.
“… Do you perhaps blame yourself for any of the mistakes you’ve made during your escapades?” Barok asked, his voice laced with sympathy.
“More than I care to admit. My adventures never come without consequences. Lives were taken, scars were made, people I loved were hurt and I find myself wondering if it had been better had I not involved myself. Yet, I find myself putting on my coat and hat, doing what I always do, but always take the pains and scars to heart. I can truly say I am not the same man I was in those stories,” Herlock stated happily. “There’s a reason I mention those stormy eyes, Mr. van Zieks. I’m sure you know why.”
“Hm?” Kazuma hummed, looking over at Barok.
“The Detective here also was stoic and cold before adopting Iris,” Barok stated, closing his eyes. “He was the more serious one, whereas Dr. Mikotoba was more like your Nipponese friend. I’m sure Miss Wilson picked that up from the Doctor’s notes.”
“Oh yes! That’s why I always have Daddy act more like the serious straight man in the stories. He was always focused on his work. Never playing around. Daddy has truly changed from that, though he never says how.”
“It’s hard to say, but I’d say that you have given me the joy I had been missing in my life, Iris,” Herlock admitted, putting a pipe to his mouth.
“I have? Oh, Daddy,” Iris responded, her eyes glittering.
“I have one question, Mr. Sholmes,” Kazuma said.
“And, what would that be, Mr. Asogi?” Herlock asked.
“Have… you ever found yourself so close to… almost… killing a man?”
“… one time… That was the time I had faked my death. Perhaps, it’s ironic it’s the most popular of my adventures Iris has written about me. Seeing it again in writing is one to keep with me for the rest of my days, lest I find myself repeating it.”
“Never knew you had a demon inside you, Detective,” Kazuma said, smirkingbitterly.
“All of us do, Mr. Asogi. It’s only a matter of how far a man can be pushed and how strong his will is to control that part of himself. Self-control is truly a man’s greatest strength. Acceptance and learning from it is another kind of self-control. Not to say you shall always succeed, but it makes it quite easier as time goes on. No one is without their demons, after all.”
“I’ll bear in mind to remember that, as will Lord van Zieks, I’m sure,” Kazuma promised, looking over at his mentor.
“This tea time was… enlightening. I had wondered why you became such a buffoon after my brother’s death. It seems I had missed the forest for thetrees,” Barok said.
“I have faith you both will do fine. Having another to love and look after can change you in ways you’ve never expected. It may take some time, but it will happen. Watching them smile for you is worth the change in the end,” Herlock grinned as Barok smiled slightly.
“I truly do apologize for giving you and Dr. Mikotoba such worry and for reminding you of what you’d consider the worst time of your life,” Kazuma apologized, giving a bow.
“No need to. Even this great detective needs a daily reminder of his shortcomings. It’s why I let young Iris write the stories of my adventures. They perhaps might be a joy to some readers, but they are a constant reminder to me of what I once was. It’s… hard to recognize myself as someone that could be so joyless… so serious all the time… never once spending time with those that matter. Right now, there are those I can’t afford to lose, and thus I cannot afford to allow them to show the same stormy eyes I once had,” Herlock assured, showing a genuine smile and turning his eyes to Iris, who smiled brightly.
It seemed that Herlock was much wiser than he came across. His smile, optimism and spirit were his way of bringing joy to those he loved, so they wouldn’t have to suffer as he had. Perhaps he and Kazuma weretruly not so different. It seemed as though Barok was beginning to think the same way. Kazuma never knew Dr. Mikotoba went through the same kind of mourning that Ryunosuke had for him. There truly is nothing more painful than believing that your dearest and closest friend is dead. Would Dr. Mikotoba even talk about that? Did that incident bring tension to his relationship with Herlock?
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Kazuma would take time to visit Herlock Sholmes at Baker Street, if only because it made him feel safe and happy. Barok, of course, would join in, if only to see the only piece left from Klint. Much to Kazuma’s surprise, Dr. Mikotoba came to visit Herlock not too long after their conversation had ended. Kazuma was thrilled and joyful to see his guardian again.
“I didn’t expect you to come to visit this soon,” Kazuma said happily, taking a bow.
“It’s good to see you too. Herlock has written to me about you and I thought I’d drop by,” Dr. Mikotoba replied, showing his usual, caring smile with a tiny bit of concern behind his eyes. Kazuma began to wonder if Herlock hadmentioned to him about the nightmares.
“Of course! You know all of you are welcome here at any time,” Herlock grinned.
“It’s good to see you, Mickey,” Iris grinned.
“I’m surprised you didn’t bring Ryunosuke and Susato. How are they faring?” Kazuma asked.
“They’re faring well. They always are concerned for you since you’re out here on your own.”
“They’ll be grateful to know that I’m not, in fact, alone. Lord van Zieks has done well in caring for me.”
“So, I can see. How is he faring?”
“Physically, he’s doing well,” Kazuma replied honestly as Dr. Mikotoba nodded solemnly.
Herlock and Iris had used the time to leave, to give Kazuma and Dr. Mikotoba some privacy. “Mr. Sholmes has told me you’ve been having trouble with nightmares,” Dr. Mikotoba said. “Am I to assume that is your only issue or is there more?”
Kazuma sighed, looking off to the side. He replied, “in all honesty, I don’t know. I almost killed a man, Doctor. What am I supposed to think or feel?”
“… I fear you may be unintentionally hurting yourself. Even if you never followed through with it, just having had the thought of taking a life can result in destroying yourself. I hope you know that none of us hate you or think of you negatively.”
“I know, but even so, it’s hard to ignore the thoughts I have in my head. At times, I don’t feel worthy of the nameAsogi. I soiled it.”
“No, you didn’t. If your father were here, he’d love you just the same. Even he is not without his own faults, you know. No one is.”
“Doctor, how could you go through another adventure with Mr. Sholmes, knowing it was damaging your health? Mr. Sholmes… he told me…” Kazuma asked, looking away as he mentioned the last part.
“… I was concerned for him just as much as I’m concerned for you. I could see his escapades were hurting him. He was avoiding his family, distancing himself from social groups and he often came off very cold. I knew he wasn’t as cold as people made him out to be. I had hoped joining him would encourage him to go out more and heal him, but he wasn’t willing to heal himself. No one can be truly healed if they don’t wish to be cured, but I was a doctor and a stubborn one too. In the end, I ended up damaging my health with no one to blame but myself.”
“Mr. Sholmes said he faked his death and that it broke you.”
Dr. Mikotoba turned his head shamefully, replying, “that was the last straw for me. I couldn’t take another adventure with him, so I left Baker Street and spent my days with the Wilson’s. That was never mentioned in the notes. Many days had gone missing from that story. Mr. Sholmes did apologize to me, but it came to me that I could not help him if he wasn’t willing to get better. After about a few months, Mr. Sholmes came to me and finally opened up to me about his troubles, admitting to having almost murdered a man. It wasn’t until I left that he realized he truly wasn’t well and felt responsible for havingbrokenme.
“We would have other adventures after that, but he did allow me and his loved ones to help him. It’s a miracle how much he’s improved since then. It doesn’t take much to see that he’s much more open and full of spirit, but that didn’t come without trial and error. These things take time.”
“… I hope I don’t come off cold.”
“Oh no, you’re a far cry from what Mr. Sholmes used to be. If anything, I worry more about you trying to help Lord van Zieks. I know how much that man means to you and I don’t want you to believe you’re fully responsible for his health.”
“That’s… we both are dealing with the same issues. We’re helping each other cope. I feel he understands what’s going on with me.”
“I’m sure he does, but you mustn’t neglect your health. I also had nightmares from my adventures with Mr. Sholmes. I neglected my wife and my child. Thankfully, Susato has forgiven me, but the damage was already done. I don’t wish for you to make the same mistake I did.”
“I just wish these nightmares would end,” Kazuma muttered quietly as Dr. Mikotoba patted him on the shoulder with a smile.
“You can always move to Baker Street or else back to Japan if you feel staying here is hurting you in any way.”
“What about Lord van Zieks? He’s…”
“I’m sure he’d wish for you to be well, even if it means leaving you.”
“But, he won’t be well. He’ll only distancehimself from his loved ones more.”
“Do you feel you’re the only one that can make him better?”
“….”
“Kazuma, don’t. You’re not responsible for what your lord does. Whether he improves or self-deprecates is not your responsibility. If you keep pushing yourself to care for the man, you’ll only destroy yourself. Think about your health. You’re not well yourself.”
“….”
“I will give you some space, but please think about what I said.”
Kazuma nodded, then sighed as he looked at his hands. He didn’t wish to leave Barok. Even if Dr. Mikotoba was right about him not being responsible for his lord’s actions, Kazuma still felt the need to care for him. Barok was someone Kazuma would give his life for. He couldn’t leave that man for the life of him. He was to serve his lord no matter what. Not to mention… Kazuma was deeply in love with Barok. He couldn’t be certain that he could spend another day not being in his Lord van Zieks’ arms.
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That night, Kazuma was woken up by some creaks from the bed. He could hear some moaning from Barok. He knew it was another nightmare. Kazuma turned his body to face his lord who was trembling, his lips drawing a thin line as sweat was beading from his face. Kazuma gently snaked his arms around his mentor, resting his head on that broad shoulder.
“I’m here, my lord,” Kazuma whispered. He could feel Barok’s strong hands latching onto him for dear life, some heartbreaking sobbing escaping his lips. He wished in his heart that these nightmares would go away. He wished he could feel confident enough to focus on his health without worrying about Barok’s. What if he left this household and Barok’s health began to deteriorate? Unlike Herlock, Barok truly was trying to get better. Kazuma couldn’t hold back a sob as he said, “I love you.”
Just then, Barok’s hold loosened and his body stilled. Kazuma could feel his mentor’s heartbeat and breath slowing to a steady pace. From this moment, Kazuma began thinking of his father who always wrote to him while he was away. He wrote to his mother as well who was filled with joy whenever she received a letter from him. Did they not love each other just as much? Did his mother also not have times of sickness while his father was away, yet he never came back? Kazuma couldn’t say his father never loved his mother even though he never returned the moment she was sick. If anything, perhaps one’s strength could also be tested by how much faith they havein theirmate and loved ones to always care for them. Barok would never be truly alone no matter where Kazuma went in life.
That thought was enough to put Kazuma intoa dreamless sleep. He’d wake up for a moment with the feel of Barok’s touch on his face and a kiss on his temple before removing himself from bed. Thankfully, it was the weekend, meaning that the Prosecutor’s offices were closed. He slept for a bit before waking up, putting on his yukata before making his way downstairs. Barok was found in the living room by the fireplace where he was sipping tea while reading a book.
Kazuma watched Barok, contemplating if leaving him would be the best thing for the both of them. Of course, it was always his intention to eventually leave for Japan once his training was complete. But, right now, their mental health was on the line. There was also the second option that Kazuma didn’t wish to tread on unless Barok was okay with the idea.
“Good morning,” Kazuma greeted, coming down the steps. He could hear his mentor humming in response. He approached Barok, making himself comfortable on his lap, then resting his head on that broad chest. He could feel a pair of lips press on his head, making him smile slightly. “How are you faring?”
“Well, I suppose. I wasn’t woken up in the middle of the night, but I did have a nightmare.”
“I noticed. I wish there was a way to make these go away,” Kazuma muttered, sighing as his fingers curled around Barok’s robe.
“… when I first started, I had attempted to move to Germany,” Barok mentioned as Kazuma looked up. “It worked for a little while. Without the memories of my brother, my nightmares had subsided.”
“Do you think… we should separate ourselves from London, if only for a little while?”
“…. what are you suggesting?”
“Dr. Mikotoba came to visit. He… told me that I should move in with Mr. Sholmes or return home if it will help me get better.”
Kazuma finally decides to return home to Japan, taking his lover Barok with him. Barok experiences the culture shock of coming to Japan, but also finds beauty in this country that matches the beauty he finds in his lover.
The steamship continued its trip toward its destination to Japan. Only about a month ago, Kazuma said his heartfelt goodbyes to his friends and everyone in London. Herlock and Iris promised to visit them, while Gina gave him the usual, ‘be sure to tell 'Oddo I said hi.’ She certainly had a bite to her but shewas a well-respected Detective that always searched every crime scene through rain or snow. Her dog Toby was certainly helpful in sniffing out clues as well.
Kazuma knew without a doubt he was going to miss them. Though, not as much as Barok would miss them. He could imagine how hard it was for his mentor to decide to finally leave London and everything referring to the Reaper behind. What surprised Kazuma, however, was Barok’s decision to move in with him into the Asogi family home. His disdain for the Japanese had cooled down since his trial about two years ago, but the pain that came with the Professor, Genshin Asogi and everythingleading up to himbecoming the Reaper still lingered. It hadnever truly healed, thus why he haddecided to finally move away from London.
Barok was found sitting in his cabin room and reading a book that was Japanese literature. Even despite all of his hatred, he’d never forgotten the Japanese language. There was a time in his life when he loved the Japanese and their culture. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about it: its culture, lore, language and literature. It was only after Genshin was labeled as the Professor that he began avoiding everything he had learned. It wasn’t to say they were forgotten. Perhaps his old admiration for the Japanese never truly left him either. After all, the man he fell helplessly in love with was a Japanese man that was Genshin’s one and only son.
“My lord, the weather is fine and the ocean is magnificent today,” Kazuma said.
“Is that so?” Barok asked, still reading the book in his hands.
“Very much so. A good day for a good view.”
“… do you wish for me to accompany you?”
“Yes.”
Barok closed the book, replying, “very well.”
Barok and Kazuma walked up to the ship deck, both dressed in their kimonos. Kazuma’s kimono was a crimson red with a black jacket, a white juban and a gray belt. Barok’s kimono was a pale blue with a navy-blue jacket, a white juban and a bronze belt. He kept his brother’s badge pinned to his outfit in the middle. Kazuma smiled contently andheld his mentor’s hand, smelling the scent of the ocean air. It was nice.
“I love you,” Kazuma heard his mentor whisper in his ear. They were such simple words, but the way they were said was so soft and lovely like the pedal of a Sakura. For a man that could never understand the art of flirtation, his words could make Kazuma feel like jelly. Thankfully, Barok held him close to his chest. Kazuma clutched Barok’s jacket tightly, his lips puckered into something like the shape of a heart. Barok caressed Kazuma’s face, his lips only an inch from his. “Kazuma.”
“A-Are you trying to kill me?” Kazuma choked, his lips trembling. “You keep talking like that and I won’t be able to breathe.”
“Kazuma~” Barok whispered into his lips, his breath blowinginto Kazuma’s open mouth. Kazuma swallowed inhis throat, trying to remind himself how to breathe. Before he knew it, those lips captured Kazuma’s. “Kazuma~”
“Mmmmmmmmm~” Kazuma moaned helplessly into the kiss before they parted, panting.
“Forgive me for such public indecency, but I could not resist such beauty,” Barok muttered, pink dusting his cheeks. Kazuma could feel some redness upon his face as well.
“You’re not being very fair, you know.”
“I’m aware. Nonetheless, I speak the truth.”
“… you’re like the gentle waves on a beach,” Kazuma said calmly.
“Must your ways of expressing your love be poetic?”
“Do you not like it, my lord?”
“I do, but it astounds me that you prefer that over saying three words.”
“Hm…. just saying those three words isn’t enough for me. Call it a preference.”
“Hm.”
Barok’s arms snaked around Kazuma’s waist. Kazuma rested his head against his mentor’s chest, his eyes fluttered closed. He muttered quietly, “you feel nice with a kimono.”
“It’s only right that I dress the same as the people kind enough to welcome me into their country.”
“That’s got me curious. What made you decide to stay there? Even if your disdain has cooled, does this country not bring you bad memories?”
“Perhaps, but my disdain was never logical to begin with. I had only met a few Nipponese. Perhaps, if I surround myself with them and live among them, my opinion of them will finally be put to rest. Falling in love with you has already proven that each Nipponese is different. I once considered them asbeing always kind and polite with control over their emotions.”
“And, now you… don’t?”
“You have a horrid temper and are not one for etiquette.”
“Yet, you love me?”
“I love your lack of etiquette. I have too much of it back at home and… it’s nice to have someone I can be frank to, knowing he will not take offense to my equally hot head or brutal honesty.”
“It’s an honor,” Kazuma grinned, turning his head to kiss Barok’s lips.
Barok couldn’t predict how long it felt until he and Kazuma finally reached Japan. He spent most of his time reading or entertaining Kazuma, who was constantly trying to pull him out of the cabin. However, once the ship reached its destination, he and Kazuma made their way off the ship to a welcome party created by Ryunosuke and Susato. In all honesty, Barok should have expected this, considering how close Kazuma was to them. All of them showed their joyful and heartfelt smiles in seeing their dear friend again.
“Welcome back, Kazuma-sama,” Susato greeted.
“It’s good to be back. I had almost forgotten what home smelled like,” Kazuma greeted back.
“Oh, that’s not good! I hope you didn’t lose your sense of smell too!” Ryunosuke teased, pretending to be horrified as Kazuma laughed.
“Ah, and welcome to the Empire of Japan, Lord van Zieks,” Susato greeted, taking a formal bow.
“I must say, I never thought I’d see the day you’d step onto our humble land. Such a unique change,” Dr. Mikotoba said with a smile.
“Your welcome is truly an honor. I never thought I’d find myself here, yet here I am,” Barok sighed, his eyes glancing over towards Kazuma. “Didn’t you say you needed help in the Asogi household?”
“Oh yes! Thankfully, it should be left as I last saw it,” Kazuma agreed, rubbing his chin.
“Do you need any help?” Ryunosuke offered.
“It’s only a few things. Besides, I wouldn’t want to wear your strength before any court cases tomorrow.”
“Hm… I suppose that’s true,” Ryunosuke replied, rubbing his chin. Then, he smirked. “Are you preparing to get your Prosecutor armband? You pretty much passed all the credentials.”
“Yes. The Bar Association informed me that I will need to pick up my armband at the moment of my arrival. It should be ready for me first thing in the morning.”
“Surprisingly, it took a much shorter time for Kazuma to obtain his right to prosecute in his own country. A whole year was enough to call him a professional,” Barok stated, facepalming.
“Well, he was formally a Defense Attorney for a few years before arriving at London and the qualifications to become both are very much the same, aside from the experiences required,” Dr. Mikotoba pointed out.
“I suppose you have a point, Professor,” Barok reluctantly agreed. Indeed, the qualifications for being a Defense Lawyer and Prosecuting Lawyer were the same, aside from the experience that came with it. Even the number of years of experience was the same. It likely explained how Kazuma managed to easily obtain the position of a Prosecutor, despite having no memory of his life. At the time, Barok hadassumed he must’ve been a Prosecutor or studied to be one in his past.
“Anyways, I left your carriage for you to travel home in,” Susato said.
“Obviously. We may lack in advancement, but we have that much. However, considering where we’re going is away from the city… I hope you enjoy the ride,” Kazuma stated, showing a smug smirk with his arms behind his back.
Barok sighed and facepalmed, before muttering, “figures.”
“What’s wrong with driving carriages?” Ryunosuke asked.
“Nothing much, if he ever rode an open carriage that consisted of you driving yourself,” Kazuma grinned smugly before laughing.
“Such disrespect from you Ni- mngh,” Barok said before holding his tongue, glancing at his surroundings. Everyone was Japanese.
“What was that? Sorry, I couldn’t understandyou with your foreign tongue,” Kazuma mocked playfully. “Perhaps you should speak more Nipponese, don’t you think?”
“Ngh,” Barok groaned. Now, that he was in Japan, he could no longer mindlessly spout insults toward the people he was surrounded by left and right.
Barok and Kazuma made their way with their luggage to the carriage, Ryunosuke, Susato and Dr. Mikotoba insisting on helping at least pack the carriage. Now, having a better view of the land, Barok realized just how many Japanese citizens there were that spoke the Japanese language. It felt so foreign to him. He understood some and others, but there were many he didn’t understand at all. That wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst of it came from the people themselves and… their constant staring.
Barok began noticing this the moment he made his way to the carriage. Everywhere he looked, people: men, women, elders, youth, boys, girls and even children all turned their eyes upon him. It was often for the briefest of moments and mostly out of curiosity, but… it was as if they had seen a celebrity or an alien. Suddenly, Barok felt self-conscious. Did he truly look strange to them? Briefly looking at Ryunosuke and Kazuma, he began thinking, 'is this what they must deal with at my home?’ The more he thought about it, it wasn’t common to ever see a Japanese person in Great Britain. It was a rarity. To meet a Japanese foreigner, for anyone, would make any British citizen curious to see. Now, in this country where they came from, he was the foreigner.
“Well, looks like that is the last of them. Will you be alright on your way back? I know it’ll be a long ways away,” Dr. Mikotoba asked as Kazuma and Barok climbed up to the front of the carriage.
“I’ll be fine, Professor. My lord will be riding with me and, as you know, I did live in Hong Kong for half a year without memory, taking cargo to steamships,” Kazuma replied cockily.
“I know. That’s why I’m worried,” Dr. Mikotoba said sternly, showing worry in his eyes. “Please understand, I… we thought we lost you on that fateful trip.”
“… I-”
“Rest assured I will be looking after him as I have always done,” Barok assured.
“Kazuma will be fine, Mikotoba-sensei,” Ryunosuke added, showing a confident smile.
“Well then, that makes me feel a little better. Stay safe!” Dr. Mikotoba said, waving as Kazuma signaled the horses to trail off down the dirt road.
As the carriage made its way out of the city, Barok began to take notice of the landscape. England certainly had their greeneries, but nothing like this. He began seeing mountains and pink trees. The architecture of the houses was also unique. Everything from the doors, to the shades of the windows, to even the lamps was different. There was a certain beauty that could never be found in London. More importantly, it all felt… clean. It smelled clean too. There was no smell of sewage and the waters of the ocean were clear blue. It was breathtakingly beautiful.
Barok began remembering how Genshin would talk about his home and its beauty. In his youth, Barok was fascinated and engaged by the description of Japan. He remembered wanting to go there and see the cherry blossoms. That must be what those pink trees were. Genshin said that the cherry blossoms were where lovers and married couples gathered. A thought came into his head of him and Kazuma spending a moment under those cherry blossoms with those pink petals falling gracefully onto his head. He’d love to see that.
There was a pool that seemed to have fencing around it with steam seeping from thearea. Barok asked, “is that…?”
“A hot spring. Ryunosuke and I have gone there often,” Kazuma stated offhandedly as Barok’s eyes bulged out, glaring at him.
“You and that… went there!?” He seethed, pointing to the hot spring.
“Yes, we… oh, that’s right, you Londoners don’t practice Onsen,” Kazuma cackled.
“Don’t laugh when you- ugh! You Nipponese are abhorrent! Have you no shame!?” Barok asked, his face glowing red.
“Says the man who didn’t mind sharing a bed with Albert.”
“That was different! We had our clothes on and were under two separate sheets and blankets!”
“And, I never saw anything from Ryunosuke than from his head to his waist. The hot springs never show anything under the water, because there’s so much steam everywhere. Honestly, the man isn’t even into men. You know that!”
“You were still close enough to- ngh!” Barok groaned, his cheeks reddening.
“You’re honestly jealous I took a bath with my best friend? I’m pretty sure you’ve seen and touched more of me than he ever would,” Kazuma smirked, rolling his eyes.
“This conversation is over!” Barok barked, his face looking away and skulking.
Perhaps it was childish to be angry over something that was no more than Kazuma spending time with his best friend and it wasn’t his fault that Barok was raised in a culture that was more private about exposing one’s nudity to another. Kazuma was raised in a culture where men naturally opened themselves to each other’sbodies without any thought of it. Even if he was attracted to men, that didn’t mean he lusted over his best friend while they were nude in the hot springs. Besides that, Kazuma did state that they had some form of privacy.
Regardless, it was still something Barok wanted with Kazuma. They had bathed together in Barok’s bathtub making love and, seeing that those hot springs were wider and more spacious, Barok wanted to have that there. He wanted to hold his lover in his arms and feel his skin that softened in those warm, steamy waters. He didn’t want to think that he shared that with anyone else.
“If you’d like, we can go to the hot springs later on today,” Kazuma said as Barok turned his head, his face showing bits of anger. Kazuma’s eyes were on the road. “My Onsen with Ryunosuke isn’t anything like what we have. We’ve only bathed ourselves and never touched anywhere.”
“I know! I… I know,” Barok said, taking a deep breath. “Please forgive me for my temper. I should be as understanding about the difference in how one treats their friends as you are with myself and Albert.”
“… actually, I was pretty upset when I realized you allowed Albert to share your bed a few times. I just… didn’t want to burden you with something childish,” Kazuma confessed, his cheeks reddened.
“… you should’ve told me. I didn’t…”
“You shouldn’t have to keep yourself from your friends for my sake. That would be selfish of me.”
“Even so, you should have at least told me. I shouldn’t have to burden you with grief.”
Kazuma smiled, leaning his head on Barok’s shoulder. His body felt so warm against Barok’s arm. Barok planted a small kiss on top of Kazuma’s head, smiling with his lips still lingering on that soft hair. Kazuma felt his heart flutter, keeping his attention on the road as the carriage trailed down it. It was going to be a ways away from the city that they had just left. It felt nostalgic remembering the Asogi home where his father hadtrained him back in the day. That was when his childhood friend, Raion Karuma, lived nearby where his family had owned a rice farm. These days, Raion was living on his own in Germany.
At last, Kazuma could see his family home in the distance. Barok saw the home Kazuma grew up in. Indeed, the architecture was different from the other homes he’d seen in Great Britain. The surrounding area was filled with luscious greenery. Surprisingly, it was well kept, though Barok assumed that perhaps a friend of the family had kept watch over the property until Kazuma’s return. Perhaps, Dr. Mikotoba had kept watch over it?
“I can see you’re curious,” Kazuma smirked. “A variety of family friends kept watch over the property while I was gone.”
“I’m to assume one of them was the Professor?” Barok asked.
“Yes. Ryunosuke and Judicial Assistant Susato also kept watch over it during their time here.”
“I see. It’s certainly beautiful.”
Kazuma parked the carriage inside the barn where the horses were kept. Afterward, he stepped off the front of the carriage, unhooked the straps to the horses, then guided them to their home – a fenced area with their feed, water and storage nearby – before feeding them. He and Barok left the horses’ home, closing the double-gated doors of the fence behind them before reaching the Asogi household. On their way, Barok noticed what looked to be a monument with Kazuma’s full name in kanji on the stone that was shown upon the cliff under a cherry blossom tree. Kazuma also took notice of this, snorting at the sight with a smirk upon his lips.
“Guess they never bothered taking that down after figuring out I was alive,” Kazuma grinned.
“Wasn’t that just a year or so ago?” Barok asked.
“Yes, though I doubt Ryunosuke has that kind of money to take it down. Not to mention, knowing him, I’m sure he wanted to use it for alternative purposes.”
“Hmph. The Nipponese are truly strange,” Barok muttered before entering the household behind Kazuma.
Barok was astounded by the difference in architecture inside the household, especially when first stepping inside. There was stone flooring where he was standing with a wooden step that led to the living room. He watched as Kazuma took off his boots, placing them on the top shelf that was located to the left of the entrance. He paused for a moment, eyes widened as if remembering something, then looked at Barok.
“I almost forgot. In Japan, it’s required to remove your footwear to not leave marks or scratches on the flooring. Unfortunately, our floors are much more fragile than the ones in Great Britain.”
“Of course,” Barok nodded, also removing his boots and placing them on the shelf beside Kazuma’s. Beside the shelf were slippers of different sizes. Barok placed those on his feet before walking on the wooden flooring into the living room area. Walking deeper, he noticed there was no fireplace, but a fire pit with a kettle and miniature stove that was surrounded by strange mats made out of straw of some kind. There was also a large table that was lowered close to the ground with individual cushions surrounding it. Barok could only stare with glaring eyes. “Don’t tell me…”
“Culture shock?” Kazuma teased.
“Don’t mock me! Are you also going to tell me that I may have to sleep on the floor as well?”
“No. It’s on a Futon, which is a rolled up-”
“I KNOW WHAT A FUTON IS!” Barok cried as Kazuma burst out laughing.
“Welcome to the Empire of Japan. There is a small couch, if you wish to sit down onsomething more familiar to you,” Kazuma grinned, pointing to the couch that was across from the fire pit.
“Lovely. I may even consider sleeping on it.”
“The couch can turn into a futon for you to sleep on, if you prefer a raised bed,” Kazuma mentioned, walking over to the hallway that reached three different rooms. “The one on the right is my room. You can choose the room up ahead or on the right. Both include a futon and a closet to place your clothes in. If you wish to use the toilet, that is located in the small room to the right of the barn but, fair warning, it’s… not the kind of toilet you’re used to and it stinks to high heaven.”
“It’s the one where I squat, isn’t it? Do I expect that it includes buckets underneath, which collect my waste before becoming fertilizer for your crops?” Barok asked, knowing the answer he would get, before Kazuma showed a grin, shrugging. “You Nipponese.”
“Seems like you’re already familiar with the place. I won’t need to say anything more. Tea?”
“Please.”
Kazuma began starting the fire in the fire pit. It still astounded Barok just how vastly different the architecture and the Japanese’s way of life were. Even the toilets were different. He made his way to the couch so that he could sit down. He used this time to take in all these new things. There was a huge difference, yet most of it was rather beautiful. London was foggy, ugly and polluted, yet this country was clean, colorful and beautiful. He had never seen mountains such as the ones he saw on his way over to the Asogi household.
Barok eventually decided to walk back outside, sitting on Kazuma’s old monument and looking out into the mountains and the ocean waves. Truly a marvel he had never seen anywhere in Great Britain, which had many marvelous sights. The ocean was clear blue, so much so that he could see the pebbles and rocks on the shallow bottom of the cliff. The cherry blossoms slowly fell from the tree he was sitting under. This was truly a marvel. This country had its strange customs and architecture, but it truly was beautiful.
All of this reminded Barok of Kazuma. Kazuma was brilliant and strong. He had strange customs and mannerisms, but his beauty truly showed in the way he smiled, found joy in his passions or spent time with loved ones. The way his hair laid so naturally with its silky softness in each strand, his eyes knowing when to be gentle orrough and his loyalty to Barok regardless of his faults. No other man was willing to show pure anger, yet stay by his side no matter the cost. Barok had always known, the moment he realized he was falling for the amnesic apprentice, that his country’s origins no longer mattered. He remembered thinking that, if this apprentice turned out to be the son of the man that killed his brother, he would continue to guard him with his life. His love for Kazuma could never be moved by whose blood flowed in his veins because of how blinded Barok was by his beauty. He was the hunter sent to kill the fairest of them all and could not raise his blade, because his target was far too beautiful.
The sound of tea pouring could be heard as Barok turned his head to find Kazuma in a Yukata that was white with sleeves filled with red stitched flowers. He was pouring hot tea inside a steaming kettle, then giving the cup to Barok with two hands, the kettle being set on a large stone nearby. Barok took the cup of tea in his hands, allowing the fragrance to fill his nostrils, and smiled.
“Thank you,” Barok said, sipping the tea.
“Of course, my lord,” Kazuma replied, taking a bow.
“Kazuma, I wish to hold you in my arms.”
“Of course,” Kazuma nodded, sitting on Barok’s lap and allowing him to take him into his strong arms. Kazuma’s head laid upon Barok’s shoulder with a small, dreamy smile.
“Welcome home,” Barok whispered.
“It’s good to be home,” Kazuma whispered back as he felt callused lips brush against his. How did Genshin manage to bring forth this beautiful angel into this world? Barok would never get an answer, but he was thankful Kazuma existed. This is where he truly belonged, now and forevermore.
So after a grad-school induced dry spell of writing no fic, I have written again (my last proper fic writing occurred December of 2018)!
And I re-emerge with Great Ace Attorney (Dai Gyakutan Saiban) Sherlock Holmes/Yujin Mikotoba because I love the games version of Holmes and his partner!
So please enjoy my version of how a visiting Japanese student of forensic pathology and a genius-idiot consulting detective become a crime-fighting duo and fall in love.
In this world, all I know how to do is direct my transification beam at ace attorney characters. The first two are based on Sherlock Hound screenshots which I will include in the read more along with the image descriptions !!! It was exceptionally fun to draw furniture (said no one ever) and I’m quite proud :0))
[Image 1 Description: A digital drawing of Yujin Mikotoba and Herlock Sholmes based on a Sherlock Hound screenshot. They are drawn in their sitting room. Herlock is sitting on a red settee, slouched forward. He has an opened letter in his left hand and two sheets of paper. In his right hand is a small brown pipe which he is smoking from. His light purple shirt is unbuttoned, and draped to the sides, revealing his boobs. He is looking at the letter with a slight smile. To his left, Yujin is leaning down to look at the letter. His left hand is on the back of the couch and his right hand rested behind his back. Similarly to Herlock, his white shirt is unbuttoned revealing his transmasculine chest. He has an anticipatory expression on his face. In front of the settee, in the foreground, is a chest. On top of the chest is an off white colored cloth with notes, a teacup, and a bar of soap. In the background is a lit fireplace. There is a stack of reddish brown books in front of it and stacks of multi-colored books on top. The walls are light red and Victorian patterned. Decorating the wall (from left to right) is an opened letter (hung up by a knife), two small notes, two bullet holes, and four framed sepia photographs between two wall sconces. End Description]
[Image 2 Description: A digital drawing of Yujin Mikotoba and Herlock Sholmes based on a Sherlock Hound screenshot. They are drawn in their sitting room. On the right, Yujin is sitting in a green armchair, his left arm is laying on its rest, and a warm orange colored blanket is draped over him from the chest down. He is sleeping with a peaceful expression and his white shirt is unbuttoned to show part of his chest. To his left is Herlock sleeping on a red settee. Herlock is slumped over, his right arm draped loosely over the side of the couch. He has a blue blanket over his middle and his legs stretched out over the chest between them, his left leg folded over his right. His light purple shirt and purple bow are undone and partially revealing his chest. Both of them are trans masculine. In the background is a lit fireplace. On top of the fireplace, starting from the left, is a stack of multi colored books, an unlit candlestick, a mirror, and two framed photographs. Above this is a single piece of paper and two bullet holes. To the left of the fireplace, hanging on the wall, are four sepia photographs with a cluster of miscellaneous notes, red string connecting them and a wall sconce. To the right of the fireplace is a wall sconce, a shelf, a note, and a desk ¾ out of view with a stack of paper, a notebook, and a pen resting on its top. End Description]
[Image 3 Description: A digital drawing of Herlock Sholmes, Yujin Mikotoba, and Iris Wilson. In the left half of the page is Herlock Sholmes in his pink robe. He is drawn younger and with a disgruntled sleeping expression on his face. To his left is young Yujin Mikotoba. He is wearing a blue robe and has his right arm draped across Herlock’s left side and his leg pulled up. He is sleeping peacefully. To Herlock’s right is baby Iris Wilson. He has one hand supporting her back as she lays across his shoulder and in the crook of his neck. She has her legs curled and pressed against his chin. She is pinching Herlock’s cheek with her right hand and pulling his hair with her left as she sleeps. In her mouth is a pacifier. At their feet is a warm orange blanket with white stripes and beneath their heads are two white pillows. The background is their sheets. In the remaining half of the canvas is Herlock Sholmes. He is slouched over, his left hand gesturing in the air, and his right hand splayed against a chalk board in the background. On the chalkboard, simple stick figures are drawn with horizontal lines beneath them. Above the chalkboard are speech bubbles with no actual dialogue to show that Herlock is talking. In the foreground are the black silhouettes of Yujin and baby Iris. None of this is colored. To the left of this scene is a small drawing of Yujin and baby Iris from the front with the dialogue: “Sholmes, forgive me, but… what.” End description]
[Image 1 description: A digital drawing of Susato Mikotoba, Herlock Sholmes, Iris Wilson, Yujin Mikotoba, and Ryunosuke Naruhodo. Starting from the very left is Susato Mikotoba shown from the waist up smiling and looking at the camera, a hairpin of her bunny mascot clipped in her hair. Beside and in front of Susato is Herlock Sholmes, his left arm is reaching back over his shoulder to hold Yujin Mikotoba’s hand. In Herlock’s hair is a hairpin of Iris Wilson’s mouse mascot. Behind Herlock and to his right is Yujin Mikotoba. He has his left hand resting on Herlock’s and his right arm reached around to rest on Iris Wilson’s shoulder. In Yujin’s hair is a hairpin of a grey bunny mascot made to resemble him. In front of Yujin, Iris Wilson is sitting with Wagahai in her lap looking up at her with a smile. In Iris’ hair is a hairpin of Herlock’s bunny mascot. All the way on the right end, behind everyone, Ryunosuke Naruhodo stands with the index finger of his right hand pointed up. In his hair is a hairpin of his mouse mascot. There is a white border around the image to resemble a photograph. In the top left corner is white text that reads: ‘The Legendary Family.’ In the bottom right corner is a signature that reads: ‘Zed Bear.’ End description]
[Image 2 description: A digital drawing of Kazuma Asogi. Kazuma is looking over his shoulder with a slight smile on his face and a hairpin of his masked cat mascot in his hair. To the right of Kazuma is Barok Van Zieks. Van Zieks is looking off to the right with a slight frown, a hairpin of his cat mascot in his hair. Between Kazuma and Van Zieks is a small Gina Lestrade. Gina is teary eyed and snot nosed, holding up a hairpin of her hedgehog mascot with the dialogue: ‘I love it, ‘s ‘mazin’.’ End description]
