[Akai center + no obvious single arrow pointing + cp free heart certificate]
The Chevy resounded and tore New York apart, and he gave himself back to the escape.
New York, Christmas Eve, blood is redder than snow.
Akai Shuichi coughed up the visceral fragments in his own bathroom, washed away the evidence, wiped the corners of his mouth, put on a perfect fake smile, opened the door and met the scrutinizing gaze of Toru Amuro. He didn't know that his father, Akai Taketake, was standing in the shadows across the street, looking at the lights in the entire apartment as if looking at a living tomb. And Gin's phantom applauded in the mirror. Akai, how long can you last in this game of pretending to be a family drinker?
When the glass shattered under the Christmas tree, the FBI's ace lay weakly in Amuro Toru's arms like a broken blade. The man who had hated him for half his life realized that he was never ready to accept Akai Shuichi's death.
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