"Entitled To: Shirabu Kenjirou, Firstborn and only child of the Shirabu Family;

I hereby declare that if anyone so happens to stumble across this will, it would be very wise of you to halt here and no longer proceed. This is a confidential will that only Shirabu Kenjirou and Semi Eita will have permission reading. Reading further will be breach of privacy and even dead, the action will not be tolerated and legal actions will be carried forth.

Now that I hope no one further reads, I can say what needs to be said.

Today, the day I, your Father, write this will, is the day we die. We are currently with Tsutomu and as you know by now, we are dead. Don’t worry. We knew we would die and we were more than ready. This day would come sooner or later and I'm glad it's by Tsutomu's hand because he won't make us suffer. I'm glad he's the one doing it so do not, for a second, be angry at him. We were the ones who chose this in the first place.

You would never know, Kenjirou, never did we want you to know and now that we're dead, it won't matter if you do or not. Nothing can happen to you now as long as Eita is there. We sent him to watch over you but Tsutomu told us he ended up taking a liking to you. We're glad it was him. Stay with him and don't do anything foolish as long as you may live.

I can see your expressions already, face pulled into a questioning look and a heavy frown. Stop. We were associated with criminal activities too and even as Lawyers, we knew it was illegal but extra money had to come from somewhere. We know you're a Doctor and intend to save lives but not once did we murder and initiated in other ways. And because of us joining, a mistake happened somewhere in a drug transaction with the Cartel and you were unfortunately pulled in.

It was crazy. The problem happened with us, the Cartel found out our one and only son was in Mexico, and we sent Eita to watch over you since he's familiar with that side of the world, you stumbled into him on the first week he arrived, and because you witnessed a shooting as a civilian, you got dragged deeper in. None of that was supposed to ever happen but it did and we can't change it.

Stay safe and don't do any stupidity. We leave you with all our assets and remember, do not stray away from Semi Eita unless necessary.

Signed; Both your parents, Mr and Mrs Shirabu."

"Why do both Tsutomu and my parents specify no one should read? It was so hard gaining ownership of his shit because the lawyers couldn't read it, 'Va ser una tarifa adicional porque no podemos ver todo el testamento’ and now this?" Kenjirou sighed, running a hand through his hair.

(‘It will be an extra fee because we can not see the whole will.’)

"You have the Yakuza? They can help?"

"No fucking way. My parents were lawyers and getting your squad involved will get an investigation on me."

They remained quiet, sitting in stillness in Eita's vehicle, Kenjirou trying to process everything inside his head. This was worse than Tsutomu's will and that said a lot because it took him a solid month to more or less get it over with in his head.

"I didn't protect you because I was forced to. I originally did it as my job," Eita said suddenly, ruining the little bubble of silence. "Your parents showed me the most depressing picture of you I had ever seen and I automatically assumed you were a mean bitch. Wasn't enthusiastic at all but then I got there, got stabbed, and an angel appeared with the most disappointed expression but soft hands and I think I fell when I grabbed that angel's waist to throw him over the fence," Eita explained, a soft expression on his face.

"The hell was that lament for?"

"Well, I just wanted to tell you that in case you assume everything I did was because I was forced to and not because of my own free will from day one even though I was less than impressed to meet you at first," Eita explained, a furrow in his eyebrows as if it were obvious.

"You're so stupid!" Kenjirou snickered, folding the will back into its envelope and placing it in the glove compartment. "You act as if I'd judge you for that when the only person I can judge is myself for falling in love with a criminal."

"You love me?"

"Didn't say that."

"Yeah, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

"You DID!"

"NO, I DIDN- HMPH!"

Kenjirou was interrupted by a hand grabbing his face─ not too delicately─ and a pair of lips that had him swallowing his words and sighing into the man he had a pitiful crush on.

"If it makes you feel better, I think I fell fully in love when your hands first touched me."

"You're horrible. How could you say you like me when I was stitching a stab RAW?! Masochistic fuck."

Eita shrugged, a lopsided smile as he inched closer to Kenjirou once again.

"Wanna be my boyfriend?"

Kenjirou's eyes widened comically, a hand slapping over his mouth, Eita rolling his eyes in fondness to see the expression. It wasn't as if they hadn't made out on more than one occasion, or as if they didn't sleep in the same bed, give each other hickeys, possibly fucked on one occasion on a recent date, and go on a date every now and then.

Back in Mexico, they had been even more domestic with each other, Eita dropping Kenjirou off at work and picking him up although that was more for safety measures than date and domestic purposes.

"Like, really?"

"How much more do you want me to say it?" Eita asked, a smug smile crossing his face as he took in a deep breath. "¡¿SHIRABU KENJIROU, PUEDES SER MI NOVIO?!"

(“SHIRABU KENJIROU, CAN YOU BE MY BOYFRIEND?!”)

A small laugh exited from the copper-haired, his lips pressing against each other to prevent a jaw-breaking smile from appearing.

"Si, Semi Eita, Puedo ser tu novio con mucho gusto."

(“Yes, Semi Eita, I can be your boyfriend with great pleasure.”)

Eita let out a loud laugh, pressing a kiss to Kenjirou's head before clapping in glee.

"I'm gonna spoil your rich ass so much you won't even know what to do. Just promise me one thing," Eita said, suddenly turning serious. "Never betray me or hurt me, got it? No matter how much I love you, that shit won't fly."

As much as it seemed over the top and threatening, Kenjirou knew that through the mean bitch façade and criminal profession, Eita was still a soft bitch. There were cold-blooded members who murdered without thought and there were those who did illegal activities as if it were second nature and there were those who didn't necessarily care what they did because no one actually trusted each other even if they acted like it and for someone like Eita who actually cared and stuck to drugs over anything else unless necessary, Kenjirou knew it was hard for him to fully trust although his heart was in the right place.

For fucks sake, his boss broke him when jokingly commanding him to blow up a building and shattering any amount of trust he could have had even after committing such atrocious crimes.

"Betray my favourite criminal? I would have to be out of my fucking mind and in the mood of dying if I did that. Don't worry, love, no matter what shit I've experienced, I don't plan on doing that to you nor do I plan to throw away eight years of med school."

Eita grinned at the pet name, resting his head against his headrest with a smile. They really should've been focusing on the task at hand but he couldn't when Kenjirou made his stomach swirl and spirits soar, how could he when a man finally walked into this life and instead of using him for money or betrayal, liked him as normal even with a history of murder, how could he when a man devoted to saving lives didn't mind when he, in retrospect, took lives whether through violence or providing the drugs that resulted in mortality decrease. The dead could wait an hour or two as he processed it all and suppressed the need to absolutely demolish Kenjirou in the back seat.

"I know I said we would deal with the situation at hand but when you confessed your undying love for me, I realized we HAVE to do this tomorrow instead. Promise."

Kenjirou furrowed his eyebrows, looking at his boyfriend with a questioning frown. What?

"Why?"

"I have to take you on a date. Can't let the first day of dating go to waste dealing with the government," Eita explained as if it were obvious.

And there, with his Mara Salvatrucha tattoo peeking out, an expanse of design on his arm, their date on his thumb, hidden tattoos on his chest, a massive one that took up his back, ash blond hair, the nicest brown eyes, scars across his body, tough hands, and a charming smile, Kenjirou knew he was in love.

So disgustingly in love, he nearly gasped out loud. Oh boy, he was in love with a criminal. And even knowing all that, he wouldn't change it.