Katou (katoustheshit) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-09-28 16:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, michael glass, yue katou |
Who: Katou and Michael
What: Making up
When: July 26th
Where: The Glass House
Ratings/Warnings: Low/none
Status: Complete
It had been over a day since Little Red and her friend had taken the badass rock away from Katou, and his head was finally starting to clear. He was still pissed off, but it was becoming more and more obvious that he was being pissed off over nothing. He’d gone to the Amazons to collect the rock for the Agency, and now that he was away from it…
Well, he wasn’t sure if he really liked what he saw when he thought back on his behaviour over the last couple of months. He’d been acting like a junkie, and he’d spent the last three years of his life trying to stop himself from doing that. The stone hadn’t even had the decency to give him a high to go along with his obsessive behaviour.
There was one thing that was obvious though, and it was that Michael deserved… well, not an apology, but the Katou equivalent to one. He hoped that Michael was home. He guessed that was something he couldn’t just rely on as a given anymore. Still, he wanted to surprise Michael, so he hadn’t called or texted before he rang the doorbell.
***
Michael had to stop himself from going over to Katou’s to check on him about a dozen times in the week since Katou had told him to go. Sticking close to home and making the arrangements to essentially retire from the public eye that he’d come to realize he really needed to. It wasn’t just him he would be putting in danger if it came out what he was. So statements were being drafted talking about how he’d decided to split from his band because he wanted to pursue other avenues in the music business.
Focus more on writing and recording solo tracks. It was bullshit but it was the only choice he had. He was reading through the one he was supposed to read in a few days when he heard the doorbell ring and closed his eyes, mentally preparing himself for it to be another reporter wanting him to address rumors about him having relapsed following his house arrest. Which he really didn’t understand since...the explanation for that had never been given as anything to do with drug charges.
“Coming.” He said, forcing himself to not sound as tired as he suddenly felt as he made his way to the front door, opening it and freezing for a minute when he saw who was standing there. “Hey.” He said, cautious because he had no clue what to expect seeing him there. Katou had been pretty erratic ever since getting back from that trip. His boss had said she’d fix it, get the rock from him but Michael wasn’t sure he trusted her.
***
“Hey,” Katou said, hands in his pockets. He gave Michael a tentative grin. “You don’t gotta worry. I left Shiranui at home,” he said, pulling his hands out his pockets and holding them open, palms facing the sky, as if he could have been hiding the sword in his pocket.
***
That grin hit him in a way. He’d missed seeing it and even not knowing what was going on with that stupid rock he stepped back so that Katou could come inside if he wanted. “Shiranui isn’t the only thing that I’m worried about you carrying around with you.” He said quietly, letting out a small breath of relief when he didn’t feel the house trying to push Katou out. He reached behind him to touch the wall, almost patting it in gratitude as insane as he knew that sounded.
***
“Oh, you mean my rock?” Katou asked casually, waving a hand almost as if waving away Michael’s concerns. “Naw, you don’t gotta worry about that no more. They’ve got it locked up in some safe at the Agency somewhere.” At least, he hoped they had. He hadn’t asked Natasha, partly out of fear that he’d go out and try to find it again, but the alternative was that it had gotten it’s hooks in Little Red and her friend, or maybe Natasha herself, and that wasn’t a thought that Katou particularly wanted to entertain.
***
“I don’t want to know where that is. Just so long as it’s not coming in my house.” Michael said quietly, the sudden thought hitting him about what that thing might be able to do if it was brought around something like his house. Two psychically charged objects? That scared him in a way that none of the things that happened out here almost monthly had been able to do yet.
***
“Hey, you’re the one who tried to steal it in the first place,” Katou muttered. Okay, maybe he was still a little sore about that. Maybe it was for his own good, and maybe (okay, definitely) it didn’t deserve for Katou to threaten Michael’s life over it, but he had always trusted Michael and it still kind of sucked, no matter how he tried to justify it. “But you don’t gotta worry. It ain’t gonna be coming here.”
***
Michael knew he deserved that muttered comment because he had tried to steal it. And he felt a little guilty about it now. “Not to bring it home with me Kat.” He muttered, reaching back with one hand to comb through his hair. “Look. I’m sorry about that. I just - that thing was affecting you and it scared the hell out of me. And I was an idiot and listened to your boss. But I shouldn’t have done that.” He’d just...wanted his boyfriend to be himself again. Selfishness was one of the issues that popped up now and then for him and he knew it.
***
“No, she was right,” Katou admitted, grudgingly. He hoped Natasha would never hear him say that. “You were too. The thing is better off away from me, and you were just trying to make that happen. You did the right thing.” Even if it still kind of stung, somehow.
***
Michael gave him a half smile at that comment. "So...if I promise not to do that ever again will you come over here?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.
***
“Don’t make promises you probably shouldn’t keep,” Katou said. If he went off the deep end like that again, he’d want Michael there to help pull him back. Still, he stepped forward into Michael, wrapping his arms around his waste. “Let’s just forget the whole damn thing.”
***
As far as healthy options went forgetting about it was probably not on the list but he also didn’t want to discuss it anymore. Michael pulled him closer and went to steal a quick kiss. “Does that mean I don’t get to tell you I missed you?” He asked, pulling back to look at him.
***.
“Why don’t you show me instead,” Katou said grinning. He tilted his head, and wiggled his eyebrows in the direction of Michael’s bedroom. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he’d missed Michael too.