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It wasn’t until beer number seven when the phone finally rang in my pocket that it finally had hit me. I knew what kind of a job you had. That every day you walked out that door there was a chance that you may never come back. I knew that, but still, I never thought it could happen to us.

What a lie I was living.

I answered the phone, dread tingling in my spine, to hear the words I hoped I would never hear. You had been shot pursuing an armed robber on foot.

I remember thinking then–begging to Berry–”Please let him be alive” It didn’t matter how bad it was as long as you were alive.

Now? I wonder if it would have been easier if you had died that day.

The longer I sat there, the more I drank.

The more I drank, the more bitter I became.

By the third bottle of cheap beer, I was livid. How could you not be here?

By the fifth, I was a mess, crying on the table not caring that everyone in the place was looking at me like I had lost my mind. I had always known you were too good to be true. How could someone like you, who is so bright and full of sunshine, ever fall for a gloomy little rain cloud like me?

Maybe you had finally realized you were too good for me.

You were never late.

It didn’t matter what case you were on, what happened on the job; when it was date night, you were never late. That was one of the things that I loved most about you. I always came before anything else.

But that should have been the first sign that something was amiss.

I sat at that table at the rundown Korean Barbeque place that you loved so much never doubting for a second that you would walk through that door at any moment.

“So you keep telling me,” Avarice spoke into his glass as he took a long drink of scotch, sitting in his favorite leather chair. “but here we are, talking business. I would like you to meet my associate, Valerian Nova.”

“I’ve heard so much about you,” Valerian extended his hand to Phlox. 

New money, Phlox thought as he shook his hand, he could tell from the suit from the current “in” designer and the way he combed his hair in an attempt to make him look older and more experienced than he was. What really gave him away was the air around him. He didn’t exude the same type of confidence that a man that grew up in this world such as Avarice did. “Pleasure to me you.”

“Valerian here,” Avarice motioned his glass in Valerian’s direction to accentuate his point, “is going to change how the world exchanges information.“

“You speak too highly of me. There are still many kinks to work out.”

“Isn’t she a beauty?” Avarice said he poured himself a tall drink, “you can smell the oak barrels she was* aged in at first pop of the bottle. Oak, Phlox. That’s how you know you’ve got a good scotch. Sure you won’t have a drink?”

“I’m afraid I don’t drink, Avarice,” Phlox replied meekly. He could smell the dust coming off of the old books in the room. It was filled with everything that you would expect a man like Avarice to have; dark woods and expensive antique papeweights. Things that Phlox himself never understood the appeal of.

“What kind of a businessman doesn’t drink?” Avarice scoffed.

“That’s the problem,” Phlox chuckled a little as he spoke,  “you keep mistaking me for a businessman.”

Puberty Tag

I was tagged by the lovely @viper-fish for this! I figured since I started gen 0 when they were all in the early-mid 20s, that I might as well uses these guys for the tag!!! 

AHHH. That picture??? OF KIKU AND MOONFLOWER?? I am just living for them. I may go back and do a High School 4-5 post story just with them because I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I am going to tag @lazarish @frost-rainbowcy @simmeasurable @tainoodles @bluupxels @moonrabbitstories and @sweetlysimss to do this tag!! 😀

“You know what will happen if you tell, right?” Moonflower asked, looking Ric over wearily. 

“I’m quite aware,” Ric answered. “Such a primitive culture those purple berries live in. Who has arranged marriages these days? It seems like such a trite tradition to insist on upholding.”

“Trite or not, you know how the Hanakatoba’s are. Tradition and ‘honor’ are everything,” Moonflower frowned as she spoke, “If words were to get out that she was not being faithful, they would ruin her. I don’t want to be the cause of that.”

“Do you think that I am so heartless?”

“Don’t toy with me, Fir. You and I both know exactly the kind of monster you are.” Moonflower crossed one leg over the other, leaning forward a little. She could feel the dread crawling down her spine as she watch the small shimmer of glee flicker in his eyes. He was just like a cat with a mouse watching her squirm in a feeble attempt to get away.  “I think that you will do anything to get ahead. I’m guessing that the only reason you let Kiku walk away is because she is not the one that you want something from.”

“You’ve always been quite perceptive Moonflower.”

“So what is it?”

“Valerian Nova.”

“He’s a snake,“ Her heart dropped as she spoke. There were some people in life you were worse off just for knowing and Valerian Nova was certainly one of those people.

“A very useful snake, but one that cannot be left unchecked,” Ric replied leaning in so his breath fell upon the smooth curve of her jawline, “and word on the street is that he has his eyes set on a certain senator’s daughter. You wouldn’t want to disappoint him, would you?”

“What do you want, Ric?” Kiku asked, crossing her arms over the front of her. Berry this guy was the biggest tool of them all. She hated the way ever part of his face seemed to be smirking at her, rubbing it in that he had the upper hand in this situation. 

“What makes you think I want something? I will say, it just tickles me to know, that two beautiful girls were able to find each other in this crazy world.”

“No one can find out,” Kiku said pressing her lips together in a firm line. She knew the consequences of her secret getting out all too well. It was a different world for her kind. Not like Moonflower who was free to do whatever she pleased. To be a purple shade meant certain standards needed to be upheld. A shade had to marry a shade. It was how it always was, and she was to marry Sumire. “So I will ask you again. What do you want?”

Ricinus took his time, looking Kiku up and down, the smirk on his face grew wider. Her whole body went cold as he raked his eyes up and down her. “I’m sure you buy my silence somehow.”

Slap.

Even with the full force of Kiku’s hand, Ric was still smiling afterward. “You have some nerve!” she hissed through her teeth. 

“You asked me what I wanted.”

She shivered at the words. “Well, it’s never going to happen,” she snapped, straitening the front of her dress once again in a feeble attempt to regain some of her composure. “I’ll have you know, Ric. I would rather die. So do your worst.”

Kiku gave him a little shove as she walked past, her feet hitting the floor heavily in anger. Moonflower let out a long sigh. It was going to take some work after all this to get Kiku to forgive her. “You just had to go and rile her up, didn’t you?” 

“She’s always so spunky. I like it.”

“You’re such a pig.”

“It’s part of my charm, dear Moonflower.”

It was faint but unmistakable, the soft sounds that Ricinus could hear coming from behind the room. Of course, being the reasonable man that he was, he had to investigate. 

Secrets, he knew, were one of the most valuable things to have in the world that he lived in. The more you knew, the better of you were, and he would be damned if he let this one pass him by. 

The sight that greeted him as he crossed the curtained threshold, well, it certainly didn’t disappoint. He leaned against the stone column, letting out a low, drawn-out whistle. “Now what do we have here?” he asked.

Kiku felt her heart drop straight down into her stomach. She knew it. It was far too risky to attempt anything here. She straightened her dress as she sat up, pushing the strap back up and looking up at their spectator. Great, she thought. Of all the berries in the room, it just had to be Ricinus Fir. 

“Don’t stop on account of me. I don’t mind watching.”

“Ew,” Moonflower said from behind her, sitting against the bench with her legs crossed. Kiku shot her a glare. This was all her fault, to begin with. Couldn’t she at least act a little more concerned that they were caught?

“Oh berry,” Kiku started, putting her hands up nervously, “this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Is that really how you’re going to play this? I’m disappointed in you Kiku. I thought you were better than such washed up cliche.”