<strong>Name:</strong>Sagawa Bunji<br/><strong>Location:</strong>His apartment on the outskirts of Tokyo - The Sake Garden Bar & Restaurant (Tokyo)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!</em><br/><br/>“Bun-kun! Bun-kun! You’re alarm is going off again!” his mother shouted. “Sleeping through his alarm again…he’s over-worked.”<br/><br/>The blankets slowly stirred. A hand snaked out from underneath the blankets to rise above the clock before his palm dropped heavily upon the off button. For nearly a minute, the hand did not move from clutching the clock. The blankets slid back as dark blades of hair sprouted belonging to the head of a man whose face was buried in his pillow. With a deep sigh, the man proceeded to groggily roll over onto his back. His eyes were still closed and brows pinched over them for he was upset to be awake.<br/><br/><em>It was a dream, but it had felt so real.</em><br/><br/>If only it had been. If only he didn’t have to continue to live in such a cruel reality. If only cruelty was actually a monster that peace existed around and slaying the monster was all it took to return the harmony. If only…<br/><br/>“Urgh…fuck me,” Bunji groaned before he kicked his ass out of bed. One day he would sleep in. One day. Tossing aside the covers, he was already in his boxer-briefs, groggily walking toward his bedroom door with his fingernails raking along his nuts. Why did mornings suck?<br/><br/>He entered the hallway and went straight into the bathroom, and it was possibly the dick in his hands that had kept him from rocking forward into the porcelain and wall. The shower hadn’t woken him up any. The knight’s forehead was against the wall of the shower while hot water rolled down his head and back. His eyes were closed as he began to slowly drift, easing back to sleep until the scent of eggs and toast wafted under his nose. Crisp, sky blue eyes then opened wider than they had been.<br/><br/>Was she making breakfast? Bunji finished his shower and with a black towel about his waist, he walked down the small corridor of the apartment to come before the kitchen to see his mother at the stove.<br/><br/>Frowning softly, he asked, “What are you doing?”<br/><br/>Matsumi was wearing a vibrant smile as she teased two eggs with a spatula. She shared her smile over her shoulder with her grumpy son and answered cheerfully, “Breakfast.”<br/><br/>“You should be in bed resting.”<br/><br/>“Yes, well, I’m wide awake and have all of this energy. I know that you’ve been working hard and so I wanted to make you breakfast.”<br/><br/>Bunji’s frown softened immediately. “You know you don’t have to-”<br/><br/>“I know!” she interrupted. She flashed him another smile. “I want to have breakfast with you, okay? Do you have time for that?”<br/><br/>“I do.”<br/><br/>“Great. Now hurry up and go get changed.”<br/><br/>Bunji stared at his mother for a few seconds longer before he turned to go change. Standing before the long mirror on his closet door, the knight was wearing black dress pants with a white dress shirt. He was watching his hands tie a black tie when he noticed a glint over his shoulder upon the dresser against the wall. His fingers stopped with the tie hanging loosely about his neck and turned around to curiously approach his dresser. Sitting on it was a pair of black gloves and a green and yellow gemmed belt buckle that made his heart trip and smack its face into the curb.<br/><br/><em>It’s fake,</em> he thought at first. Grasping the belt buckle, his face paled feeling how cool and heavy it was. Just like stone. <em>How the fuck did this get here?</em><br/><br/>Running his thumb over it, he glanced at his bedroom door questioningly. Did his mother…No, she didn’t have access to that kind of money, and he most certainly couldn’t afford an accessory like this. It had to be encrusted with emeralds and topaz! There just had to be an explanation. Marching out of his room while holding the buckle in the air, he once again came before the kitchen.<br/><br/>“Did you…buy this?” he questioned.<br/><br/>Matsumi was setting the table when she turned her brown eyes toward her son and her mouth fell open at the sight of the buckle.<br/><br/>“Wow, that’s beautiful,” she marveled before she hurried over to him. Taking the buckle from him, she weighed it in her hand and her brows shot upwards at how genuine it felt. Had it been? “It’s real! Did you buy this for yourself? We’re you saving some money to splurge? I’m so happy for you and here I thought that you were too worried sick about taking care of little old me.”<br/><br/>“Are you mental? Why the fuck would I buy some smarmy shit like that?”<br/><br/>Matsumi gazed at her son fearfully. “How did it get here then? Did you…do you think that you might have brought it home on accident? Maybe someone left it at the bar.”<br/><br/>Scratching his head in confusion, he answered, “There’s also a pair of gloves on my dresser. I don’t recall bringing those things here. Especially that, I would remember that.”<br/><br/>“Well you must have. How else did it get here? You know it wasn’t me. You won’t even let me leave the house unless you’re there to watch me. Have you been drinking?”<br/><br/>“Of course not!”<br/><br/>He had to calm down. Turning his head to hide from her the anger that had reddened and hardened his face, he breathed and brought his sharp eyes back around to his mother.<br/><br/>“Look, I don’t know how it got here but I will take it back, including the gloves. I’ll put it some place safe until the owner comes back to claim it. Okay?”<br/><br/>Matsumi had her arms crossed before her chest and was glaring suspiciously at her son before she sighed and lowered them. Taking ahold of his tie, she finished tying it for him, pushing the knot up to his throat.<br/><br/>She smiled warmly. “I used to do this for your father.”<br/><br/>Bunji’s eyes lowered to the ground and he said nothing.<br/><br/>“You’ve grown into a handsome man like him.”<br/><br/><em>I’m nothing like him…</em><br/><br/>“Have you heard from him? He hasn’t called me. I think he has a new phone. He never answers when I try to call him.”<br/><br/>“He’ll come back. He’s just busy…like me.” He forced a smile and raised a hand to rest his hand upon his mother’s bare scalp before he gave the top of her head a kiss.<br/><br/>Matsumi giggled, “Do you still think my bald head is lucky? I swear you think it’s a crystal ball. I should probably buy a wig.”<br/><br/>Bunji grinned and patted her head. “I like you this way. You have nothing to hide and you’re still beautiful.”<br/><br/>Blushing softly, Matsumi lightly punched his strong arm and said, “All right, enough. Come on. We have to get you fed and off to work before you’re late.”<br/><br/>The two sat at the table like a family; laughing; smiling; like the good old days. It was short but sweet, something that would get him through the day and he was actually glad that his mother had made breakfast. She kissed him on the cheek and saw him out the door as he walked over to his bike.<br/><br/>“You be careful, okay, and I don’t just mean on the street. You better try not to get into any fights.”<br/><br/>Setting his black helmet upon his head, he fastened the buckles and replied, “I’ll try. You get back in bed.”<br/><br/>“But I feel so much better. I think the treatments are actually working.”<br/><br/>Bunji smiled that was good news. “Just keep resting please.”<br/><br/>Sighing softly, Mastumi nodded. “All right, just so I don’t turn you into an old man with stress. Please come back safely!”<br/><br/>“Hai.”<br/><br/><strong>The Sake Garden</strong><br/><br/>The knight had his bike over his shoulder and was carrying it into the bar and restaurant when a tall, lanky man dressed in a formal suit and tie approached him, “Sagawa-san, I am so glad that you’re here. There’s this strange man in the male bathroom. I think he’s been there all night!”<br/><br/>Bunji blinked in disbelief. “Geez, and here I thought you guys checked the place before you close down.”<br/><br/>“He’s hung over and refuses to leave the bathroom until we make him a prairie oyster.”<br/><br/>“I’m on it.”<br/><br/>“Thank you!”<br/><br/>Stowing his bike, Bunji unbuttoned his shirt cuffs and began neatly rolling the sleeves up his swollen forearms to his elbows. Abruptly, he kicked open the bathroom door startling the drunk who sat upright against the wall in a start. The drunk’s wide and frightened eyes took in the sight of the knight.<br/><br/>“I-I want an oyster! My head hurts!” he declared.<br/><br/>Slipping a hand into his pants pocket, Bunji removed the pair of gloves and the sparkly belt buckle. Holding the items out to the man, he questioned, “Hey mate, do these belong to you?”<br/><br/>The drunk stared blankly at the items before he slowly shook his head.<br/><br/>A long and wicked smile curled on Bunji’s lips as he tucked the items away.<br/><br/>“Arigatou,” was all he said before he marched over to snag the drunk by the back of his shirt and yank him to his feet.<br/><br/>Screaming and twisting about to get free, the man’s shoes couldn’t even find traction upon the floor against the force that was carrying him out of the restaurant.<br/><br/>“Come back when we’re not closed!” Bunji roared before he shoved the man out the backdoor into a pile of trash cans.<br/><br/>The owner appeared in the door after the bouncer left to give the drunkard a fox-like smile before slamming the door closed. The chef was a saint!</span>