[Video] || [Locked from Nanako] || [I regret nothing]

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[Yep. Most of you have seen this already, but that damn book appears on your screens this early morning, folks. After a moment, it pulls away to reveal Yu yet again, curled up on the couch in front of the TV in the living room of the Dojima house, about ready to take advantage of this horrible concoction of troll-ness.]

[He just got home from work, so he really has no idea what's going on with the book, other than even more people are flipping out about it than the last one. He hasn't even given the cover much thought (though that blonde on there looks kind of familiar...). Yu pauses once to clear his throat and, as he promised Minato, set a certain ring tone on his phone from home on repeat. Once his prep was completed, he opened to a few random chapters, scanning the contents before he began reading.]

I knew there would be trouble as soon as I saw the beads fly open, banging hard enough against the wall to snap more than a few off of their chains. As I expected, Yusokue strode into the room, silver hair blazing in the red light of the den, though that was nothing compared to the fire smouldering in his dark eyes. I shrank back in my forced position at the werekitsune prince's feet, at that moment knowing what true rage was, as the Junes Prince practically radiated with pure, unbridled hate.

Kenji, of course, mistook my action for something else, absently reaching down and petting my hair, like I was some pet kitten instead of a human being. I fought against the urge to make a face; when would he understand that I cared for Yusokue more than him?

The Prince of Junes stopped just before Kenji, glaring down on him with the fierceness of his stormy eyes.

"You killed him, and now you dare to think you can steal Mimini from me?"

Kenji rolled his eyes at that, and I didn't have to turn around and see the other werekitsunes of his pack shifting restlessly, just waiting for an excuse to tear Yusokue to pieces.

"You ain't doin' a very good job of keepin' her," Kenji replied, sounding bored. "As for your little fuck buddy, from what I saw, it took killin' him for you to even notice him anyway. He was a waste of space."

I didn't need to look to know that Yusokue was seething, hands clutching and unclutching as he fought against the urge to retaliate.

"He was not a waste," he hissed, the venom in his voice making me shudder, reminding me of the tone of our first time, and how seductive he had been back then.

"Oh get bit," Kenji groaned, hauling himself up from his throne. I could still see the sweat glistening off his rock hard chest and sides from the workout he had that morning. It was then that I also realized just how massive he was, considering how he was towering over Yusokue. "That brat meant nothing to you and you know it. Just like your 'girl' means nothing to you, otherwise you'd be making more of an effort to get her back."

He reached out, shoving Yusokue with enough force to send him to the ground.

"You ain't got the balls to stand against me!" Kenji declared. He reached down then, grabbing Yusokue by the collar of his work apron and hauling him up to his eye level. "You ain't no man."

As I watched the scene play out before me, watching as the two men fought over what they believed in. I looked up, privately fascinated as I wondered what it would be like if their two bare chests were rubbing against each other-- [Yu faltered here a moment, because WOW that escalated quickly!] --their muscular bodies moving to a rhythm only they could hear. Kenji would be the dominate one, reaching down and--

[Okay, no. Yu can't take this anymore, because this is delving into territory that he would much rather avoid, and that Kenji's behavior is reminding him of someone...]

...?!

[He flipped back over to the cover, and caught sight of a faint scar through the heavy photoshop filters. The scar, the hair, Kenji...]

[Through some miracle, Yu managed to keep a straight face as he calmly turned his phone off, returning his attention back to the recording device.]

...excuse me.

[With that... non-excuse he stood up, disappearing from view. After a long pause there is a loud thump, and if one strained their hearing, they may be able to hear the muffled voice of one Yu Narukami, having fallen face first into a pillow before he completely lost his shit.]

[The book broke him. Congratulations, Miss Hanako Ishida, who ever you are, because you got him to the point where he has to struggle not to burst into full on Yukiko-hyena-brand-laughter.]