Holiday Party
The benefit was going well.
As always, people were gathered around dressed in fancy yukatas and kimonos; CEOs and their wives or husbands, Lawyers, a few Yakuza bosses, and many other people who had money loaded in their pockets and willing to donate money while making new allies.
Cameras flash as some reporters record the gala for the news. It was quite a popular thing in these parts of the city and people seemed to get so excited about seeing it on their tv's. There was just so many wealthy and well known people there, they can't help wondering who would and wouldn't be there each year! It was one of the most exciting events to see on New Year's Eve.
Amongst them was a young man with long, wavy black hair. It was tied back in a loose bun as he wore a gorgeous dark green yukata with pretty red spider lilies on the bottom of the yukata and along the end of the sleeves. Plum red eyes quietly scan the room as he handed his ticket over to one of the servers helping run the benefit. A few stopped and stared at his unusually pale face as he then walked across the marble floor.
"Isn't that Kibutsuji-sama?"
"Ah yes, he is the heir to that Yakuza in Tokyo."
"I heard he works as a hitman for his father's empire until the old man steps down."
"He looks so pretty~"
"I wonder who invited him though. Where is is escort?"
The whispers didn't go unnoticed as he moved past them like the insignificant worms they were. He was here for one thing and one thing only as some women and men alike bow and try to gain any attention they could from him.
Anyone who had connections with the Kibutsuji and proved to be an asset to them were on the road to being filthy rich. However with the look he gives anyone who starts to crowd around the heir, no one dared approach out of fear of angering him. As much as people want the yakuza's support, they certainly didn't want to get on their bad side.
"Ah, Muzan, I am so happy you made it."
However that look changed when the one who planned the benefit every year, handled all the invitations and made sure all was arranged perfectly walked forwards with a smile.
A young man with a white haori over a black yukata with a silky light brown haori walked forwards, purple wisteria designs on the bottom of said haori. His dark black hair was down and his lavender eyes were soft as he approached him and bowed to the other. Muzan bowed back before he smiled and moved closer to him.
"Kagaya," he gently extended his hand to him, "My father extends his apologies that he couldn't come this year, but also wishes you good health."
"How very kind. Amane sends her regards as well."
No one was quite sure about the relationship between Kibutsuji and Ubuyashiki. What was known was that when they were together it was like to contradicting energies were merging together to form a more balanced one. It also was noted that both were relaxed around each other more than anyone else in this room as Kagaya took Muzan's hand in his and they both started to walk.
"I'm glad then that you are here to accompany me," Kagaya walked with him as everyone else started to mingle, "I was getting worried..."
"I wouldn't miss seeing you here for the world," Muzan gently hooked their pinkies together as they both made their way to one of the balconies that overlooked the entire city, "Especially now that my father won't be trying to eavesdrop. Though I'm sorry your wife couldn't come..."
"She understands," Kagaya then shifted his hand so all their fingers were intertwined as he rubbed his knuckled, "I'm very lucky she is so understanding of our predicament."
How scandalized the world of the higher classed would be to know these two were together; The young, kind and gentle Ubuyashiki head who was always so kind and gentle, helping many in need and has a loving family, with the ruthless, cunning, strategic hitman who was next in line for a criminal empire. Both are sure that these people wouldn't quite understand their relationship since they were such opposites.
"...It's still not too late you know," Muzan looked up at the full moon in the sky, "I'm pretty sure your wife and my fiance, Rei are becoming closer with time. Perhaps if you and Amane divorced..."
"You know it's not a possibility right now," still, Kagaya moved closer to him, taking his arm with his other hand, "We have children. And my own parents are breathing down my neck about our reputation."
Muzan snorted and shook his head, "They still see me as the delinquent who almost got you thrown in jail and was a terrible influence on you?"
The two are quiet a moment...then they both laugh and lean on each other as music was going on in the building behind them. Here on the balcony on the night of New year's Eve the two were relaxed and finally able to enjoy each other's company. Slowly some snow flutters down over them both, gently getting caught in their hair and on their shoulders.
"Hmm...I mean...I got rid of the piercings and cleaned up a bit," Muzan gently wrapped his arm around his waist, the two moving closer to each other with each passing moment they are alone.
Kagaya hummed, "I'm a little mad about that still...I thought you looked rather cute with those silver hoops. Ah well at least I have your tattoos to trace over when we're alone tonight."
"Hmm..so Amane has given permission for you to go to a hotel tonight?" those plum red eyes soften before gently hands move up and holds his face.
Kagaya's eyes grow warm as he lightly nuzzled him with a smile, "I thought we could start the new year on a happy note, since Rei is keeping her company. As for being a bad influence...well perhaps you did rub off on me..."
A chuckle left him as he kissed his forehead gently, his lips cold against the warmth coming from Kagaya.
Gently he slipped his nimble fingers into Muzan's hair with a soft hum, closing his eyes as he tilted his hand back and kissed his cool lips. No matter where they were, or the weather, Muzan somehow always felt cold to him, yet he didn't quite mind it. Gently he played with a lock of said hair with a bittersweet sigh.
Since tomorrow on the day of the new year they would have to part ways again. For now though they could savor this moment together as they kiss before the moon itself.
As it broken, Muzan pressed his forehead to his as his hair came loose a bit.
"Hmm...Happy New year, Kagaya..."
A sad smile forms as he holds him closer, "Happy New Year...Muzan."
Perhaps next year, he and Amane could find the courage to go after the ones they loved.