Yeah, I changed some of the lyrics. Also, I know Honcho doesn't wear a black leather jacket, but I thought the song could really fit him and I've been wanting to write something for him forever. One last thing, I'm sorry if what I've written doesn't fit your preferences but I'm not spending my time (and sometimes it's hours,) changing things and creating multiple options because a few people decide to throw a hissy fit because they don't like an outfit, colour ect. It's annoying, bad for my confidence as a writer and quite frankly the constant 'but I don't like that colour,' or 'I would never wear that, no offence,' is rude, even if you say no offence it can still be rude. ANY commentary past this point that includes any of what I've just mentioned will be deleted because I literally do not have the extra time or energy to be creating x-amount of alternative options for people. Constructive criticism is always fine and it's welcome, needless nitpicking is not. Thank you for understanding.

On a happier note, I hope you enjoy this. On with the story

Rantaro Kiyama loved music. He didn't like music, he loved it. Maybe not as much as Zac did, but God did he enjoy listening to it. There was something almost magical about the way that the lyrics of a song could lift your spirits, break them or make you feel a whole world of different emotions at the same time. Then there was the fact that what one song meant to him could mean something entirely different to almost everyone else. He didn't have a specific genre or artist in particular that he liked to listen to, though he did enjoy songs that were at least danceable, but Rantaro's favourite songs were the ones that he could connect with, songs that he felt were written just for him. One of his favourite things to do in his spare time was to have his phone connected to the sound bar's Bluetooth while it sifted through the playlist he shared with his wife. There were hundreds of different songs on that thing and if there was a maximum limit then they hadn't reached it yet, but it always felt like his favourite songs had a way of popping up the most, or at least whenever he needed to hear them.

I wore a black leather jacket way back in high school

And man lookin' back at pictures of us, we were so cool

He used to love that jacket of his, even if his entire collective friend group seemed particularly driven on insisting that it was a cape. You were no exception to that unspoken rule when you were his girlfriend at the time, though Rantaro always felt like it was more to rile him up then it was to join in on your friend's teasing. It still felt weird to not be wearing it with the same regularity he had when he was younger, but whenever he did Valt or Wakiya would never fail to make some sort of quip or comment that he 'still had that old cape of his.'

You were so hot in your pink lipstick

Painted on the end of a lollipop stick

One of the habits you had always had was that damned pink lipstick you always seemed to be wearing. It might have been a silly thing to take notice of, but it had always stuck out to Rantaro. When you were younger it had been a pale lip gloss that was barely noticeable. He'd asked about it once. You had brought it at a women's breast cancer fundraiser the school had run, you'd never even intended on wearing it until the one day where you did out of curiosity to see what it would look like on you, since then it had become a staple thing you wore. Your goth 'it's not phase mum' phase had changed it from an innocent looking gloss to a much darker matte that had painted your lips, it had been a few shades lighter than red, oddly reminding him of the colour of cherry juice when it stained. It had changed into a much lighter but still darker than neutral shade when you'd gotten older, but the image of that violent pink imprinted onto the white plastic end of the candies he still hoarded.

And I loved you girl, yeah, I loved you girl

Wife or not, his love for you would never change. You were his first everything, first crush, first girlfriend, first kiss, first love. You were still his everything and that would never change. No matter the arguments of the way your lives had inevitably changed as you grew and evolved as people, you would always hold his heart in your hands.

And if I put it back on, I'm sixteen sittin' next to you

Down by the river you got the shivers, so I put it around you

From eleven to twenty two you had been his girlfriend, eleven years of his life that he wouldn't change anything. He'd met you while he was still apart of the Beigoma Academy BeyClub. You were so damn cute, he'd been so distracted with trying not to make a fool of himself that you had completely wiped the floor with him in your battle. He was crushed when Daigo had not unkindly pointed out that he probably wouldn't get to see you again, the very thought had left his pre-teen self with a hollow feeling in his chest. A week later he discovered that you had moved to Beigoma Academy. He had very nearly face planted when he'd walked onto the roof to see you battling Valt for a place on the team. In a moment of kindness Wakiya had caught him before proceeding to snicker just loud enough for Rantaro to hear whenever his face went red in your presence.

We're countin' down the memories in the moonlight and red wine, vinyl static

You had loved those vinyls almost as much as you had loved him. Your bedroom had multiple shelves packed with the records and a stack of them beside your bed. Whenever you walked passed a record store you would always find the time and money to go inside and leave with a brand new vinyl to add to your collection. The only time you didn't was when you had somewhere to be, even then Rantaro would have to gently drag you away from the storefront with his eyes screwed shut to avoid your pleading gaze. He couldn't deny you anything, he'd lost count of the times when you'd grabbed one too many new records and you came up short on the price. The first time he'd been there when it happened, Rantaro had watched as you sadly sifted through the pile, looking for the few of them that you needed to put back on the shelves. He couldn't stand to see that look on your face, you hadn't even asked for him to do it. The moment you'd left the shop Rantaro pretended to have left his phone inside. He ran back in and immediately brought the ones you'd been forced to part with. On a whim, he'd also added two t-shirts for your favourite band to his purchases, one for each of you. You were so excited when you saw them.

Three polaroids, two young hearts and one real cool, black, leather jacket

You loved taking photos, your parents had gotten you a Polaroid camera for you one birthday and Rantaro very rarely saw you without your camera. He'd brought you a leather case in your favourite colour on your one year anniversary, since then it was always slung across your chest. You favourite thing to photograph was your friends and your phone case was always stuffed with your favourite shots. He still had some of his own favourites that you'd copied for him stuck to his mirror.

A little tattered and torn, it still keeps me warm on a Friday night

Bandana patch from a frat boy fight

Okay, so the patch he had wasn't exactly from a fight, not from a physical fight at least. The two of you had gotten into an argument over something he had long since forgotten, and the only way to resolve it had been a BeyBattle. You were so angry that you had messed up your launch entirely, your Bey had hit the stadium rim on his side and flew up, cutting him across the arm and slicing up his jacket in the process. Your anger had instantly evaporated and you were rushing around the stadium to check on him. Rantaro had laughed and brushed it off, saying that it was fine as long as you weren't angry with him any more, but you had still felt guilty despite his reassurances. The very next day you had to turned up to school with a needle and thread as well as an old red bandanna. He had no clue what you were planning when you'd demanded to have his jacket but he had given it to you anyway and watched on in curiousity as you sewed the little patch underneath the tear and hesitantly returned it to him. He loved it.

You wore it in the stands at the football games

Football was like a religion to you. You didn't follow very many sports but NRL was definitely an exception. When Rantaro admitted not to following the sports, you had rattled off the list of teams in the league and told him to choose one. Not knowing it at the time he had picked the exact same team that you had been supporting since you were little. It was almost ritualistic how after that you made a point of dragging him to every game that you could afford tickets to, dressed in their colours and screaming in the stands. You always wore his black leather jacket.

Some ink beneath the sleeve, I still wear your name

And I loved you girl, yeah, I still love you girl

After your love for liberating Rantaro's jacket had made itself known, Valt had jokingly asked who would take the jacket if the two of you were to ever break up. Both you and he responded simultaneously with 'it would be me,' hence the fake custody battle over the jacket that had ensued. You ended it by taking care to neatly print your name on the inside of the cuff, but all these years later and it was still his leather jacket.

And if I put it back on, I'm sixteen sittin' next to you

Down by the river you got the shivers, so I put it around you

The riverbank was always your spot. Ever since you moved to the city, you had fallen in love with serenity of the lush green grass and the sparkling water which would gently lap at the edges of the river. All these years later and there were days where he'd walk past and see you sitting there with a gentle smile on your face. The temptation to join you was always there, but he never wanted to disturb you from your peace, not when you looked so happy in that moment.

We're countin' down the memories in the moonlight and red wine, vinyl static

Three polaroids, two young hearts, and one real cool, black, leather jacket

Sometimes he wondered if you loved the jacket more than him. He probably should've given it up a long time ago, but it was a matter of pride. It was funny, how so much of your relationship seemed to centre around that one black leather jacket.

I know you grew up, I grew up too

So much time passes in what feels like the blink of an eye. Whenever he wore that jacket of his again he felt like he was sixteen years old all over again, back when you were both so young, naive and free, before everything changed. Being young and in love had been amazing, but that paled in comparison to the things he found out he could feel for you after that fateful night in July when he bent down on one knee.

You got two kids, hell, I got two kids too

Thank God they look like you

There were some differences between the song and half of his life time spent with you of course. You only had one child together, your son Takashi who is just so damn perfect, and he looked exactly like you. Except for the eyes of course, Takashi had Rantaro's eyes.

And every night I put it back on and I'm sixteen sittin' next to you

Down by the river if you get the shivers, I put it around you

Down by the river had always been your spot, but during the night it came the spot that Rantaro shared with you. From way back to your high school years to every single Friday night when the two of you would sit there under the stars after a date.

We're makin' them memories in the moonlight and red wine, vinyl static

God he loved you. Most couples broke up after their high school years, how did he get so damn lucky, having been able to hold onto you after all this time?

Three words

Permission, gratitude and forgiveness. Not to mention the 'I do's' that made that day one of the happiest days of his life.

Two rings

He had spent ages looking for the perfect ring for you. It wasn't like he was being picky of anything, but this was going to be a ring that he prayed you would wear for the rest of your lives together. In the end he had gotten Wakiya's help, instead of buying your wedding ring from one of the many jewellers in the city it was hand crafted and designed specially for you.

And one real cool, black, leather jacket

Yes, you loved the him more than the jacket and he knew that, it sometimes he wondered. There were also times when he seriously considered formally presenting you with it and just handing it over. Buying you your own wouldn't work either because according to you it just wasn't the same. He didn't mind though, and in all honesty he never really did. If anything he was happy that you loved sharing his jacket so much.

Well, there's nothin' in the world makes me feel more alive

When it's just you and me and the moon is high

Wakiya had pulled a lot of strings to get your wedding ceremony held at the river that meant so much to the both of you. The moon had been high and the entire thing had just been beautiful. He would never be able to forget that night, that magical night when you had bound yourselves together as husband and wife.

I slip into the sleeves and with your hand in mine

I go back to the night when I fell into your eyes

It had been another night down by the river when he'd turned to say something to you. Your eyes had met his and without any warning whatsoever he found himself falling deeper and deeper into their depths. He was only seventeen and Rantaro had fallen so deeply, madly, absolutely in love with you. It wasn't just your eyes he was looking into at that moment, it was his entire future that he could see with you.

Two kids just fallin' in love

And here we are right now, good heavens above

"Honcho?"

He looked up to see you standing on the other side of the room, a smile on your dusky pink painted lips, wedding band glinting proudly on your left hand, and of course you were already his black leather jacket.

It's only gettin' better, baby

"Yeah love?"

It's only gettin' better, baby

"Hey, this is our song!" You exclaimed, eyes lighting up and momentarily forgetting the fact that the two of you were supposed to be leaving for dinner now that you were finally ready.

Rantaro stood up abruptly and crossed the room to you in just two long strides. He wrapped an arm around your waist and took a moment to look down at you, dressed in his black leather jacket before dropping his lips onto your's.

I just love that black, leather jacket.