(BL) Mafia Love; He who falls the hardest loses
Chapter 50: Responsibility

Chapter 50: Responsibility

Haruki stared blankly at his distorted reflection in front of the clouded mirror for what felt like an eternity. He raised his hand stiffly to wipe the mirror. His reflection became clearer as he stared into his red eyes.

His fist clenched before dropping to the side. He wanted a means to vent the rage boiling causing his body to tremble.

It was foreign. This was a rage he had not experienced before and what could lead him to feel this way?

Hiroshi and why had he made the mistake of bringing such a man to bed?

He sighed before walking out of the place. Kiyoshi was nowhere to be seen. He expected the person he said he would get ready for him to wait for him as soon as he stepped out but the room was empty.

This was a time to remind himself that sex was simply an outlet and nothing more at least before he completely legalised their family’s business and cut every public connection to the underworld.

Whatever the alien feeling was as much as he felt it went beyond his germaphobia kicking in, he was going to lock it all up, vent his anger at losing a good marriage candidate to the man he invited to his bed and move on with his life.

There was a slight almost inaudible knock on the door of the room.

"Come in," he ordered indifferently masking his impatience as he walked to the sofa at the foot of the bed.

The door was pushed open almost making no sound causing his subconscious gasp to fill the room. He could not hold back a glare as he met the calm gaze of the man who walked into the room as though he owned the room.

No fear. That did not matter. But the disrespect, Haruki sprang to his feet and lunged towards Hiroshi. His fist without hesitation landed a blow to Hiroshi’s calm handsome face. The very face that got him into the mess he was.

Hiroshi staggered back until his back hit hard against the door he had barely closed. His face turned to the side due to the impact made on his face but Haruki did not see him wince.

It only heated his boiling rage as he raised his hand and threw another heavy punch on the man’s abdomen.

This time the man doubled over his brow drawing together but as he bent forward, Haruki felt it was all his imagination and the man showed no sign of pain even as his body fell to the floor.

The man’s seemingly undefeatable stubbornness reminded him of the few times he had broken his principle simply because the man came into his life.

His anger only heightens perhaps it would be better if the man gets completely out of his life. He knew just how hard he had to hit to end someone’s life. To end the madness he brought into his life.

As the thoughts flooded in, he looked at the man who had not made a sound or moved since he fell on the floor and the colour on his face drained down.

His clenched fists slowly unclenched as he bent forward to check the man. He had no intention of killing a renowned young doctor and having the police investigate anything that could taint his family’s name any further.

That was the only way he could rationalize the pounding of his heart as he touched the man’s back. The man moved and slowly raised his head to meet his gaze.

Haruki taken aback snapped out of his thoughts and the light-colored eyes he admired about the man only seemed to invite him to get rid of them completely.

"I am sorry," the doctor parted his lips and apologized between clenched teeth.

Haruki gave him a questioning look subconsciously reaching for a weapon but his hands touched the softness of the dressing coat he was wearing.

"I have nothing to do with her," Hiroshi wiped the blood seeping out of the wound on his broken lips.

The look in his light brown eyes was soft and pleading as they held his gaze. Haruki felt his heart raced causing him to stand up. He moved away from the man.

What was that?

A relief?

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Everything!" Hiroshi responded hurriedly. "I would not be in a physical relationship with two people at the same time. I would never do that."

"I did not ask."

Hiroshi sighed. He wanted to ask Haruki why he had hit him if it had nothing to do with him. He licked the wound inside his cheek and rose as blood seeped out of the wound.

The metallic taste of the blood was a relieving sign that Haruki cared.

Only then did he have the confidence to walk into the bathroom to spit out the blood in his mouth and clean his face.

When he walked out, Haruki was sitting on the bed lost in thoughts.

He walked to the bed and knelt before Haruki bit back the urge to confess his feelings. To confess how much he loved the man, how much he wanted to stand beside the man regardless of what the world would think of it.

Haruki moved his gaze from the wall he was staring blankly at to the man kneeling beside his bed. "What do you want?"

Haruki watched the man’s beautiful eyes widen slightly almost as though they didn’t before they regained their calmness. "What do you mean by that?"

"What do you want?" Haruki asked again before adding, "And I do not like to repeat myself."

Such a question with his whole body screaming, ’I want you and your love’ but his lips were unable to form the words even against his heart’s desire.

"You opened my eyes to something desirable and I just want more," Hiroshi responded as detached as he could sound.

Haruki’s obsidian eyes widened. He moved back a bit to take a good look at the man who was calmly speaking as though none of it mattered.

"I hurt," Haruki reminded the man.

"I think I am a masochist."

"Are you trying to say I initiated you then I need to take responsibility?"

Hiroshi paused a bit a slight frown appearing on his face before nodding firmly. "Yes."

Haruki felt like someone who had taken the virginity of a youth who just come of age. He paused at the thought of something. He leaned forward rubbing the back of his fingers against the man’s cheek.

He slid his fingers down to the man’s chin before lifting his chin. Their gaze locked and it took very good mental strength to hold back from sealing those beautiful lips with his.

He smirked and pinched the man’s chin before asking, "Were you a virgin before we had sex?"