A colorful AU!

[crab_rangoon]

The world is gray. Always gray. He had thought once, as a little boy, that the emergence of color would be a wonderful thing. He used to dream that finding that person, that getting to see everything in brilliant Wizard Of Oz technicolor would be something he would always cover until it happened.

But after Ishwari, after the betrayal and the loss, after Ajay and Lakshmana left to America after Mohan's failed assassination attempt, Pagan just gave up on that dream. Love, he decided, was just for those who have given up on themselves. Not worth the trouble.

Yuma became the face of Kyrat after that and Pagan stepped back, letting her handle the death threats and the rebels and all of the bullshit that he just didn't want to deal with. Pagan ruled from the back, tempering Yuma's impulsive bullshit with a cooler head, though no less ruthless. However, the arrangement left him free to roam the world, taking care of his business in Hong Kong and the mainland unmolested. His father might not have had the desire to rule the Triads, but Pagan sure as fuck does. Even if it means he has to go and do things himself.

It's this reason, chasing spineless Hong Kong assholes, that lands him in Japan. He has a small security detail that walks the crowd, but otherwise Pagan is by himself as he walks the streets, checking his phone for his victim's last location.

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[lone_horse]

...how does he keep ending up in this goddamn city?

He's not even supposed to be here, or he'd prefer not to be, given the possibility of being discovered or identified. It's been years since the Tojo clan held Kamurocho at this point (a fact that is frankly still jarring, even now) and just about everyone thinks he's dead. He'd probably be assumed to be some sort of poser or fan boy of himself if anyone did identify the look.

He's hoping to get the business he has done quickly and quietly; it's just a jaunt down a few streets and into the alley to get to Kamiyama Works so he can get his weapons repaired (and maybe see if he has a few more interesting things to pick up, he has the money) when he notices the group heading his way.

He's not saying they're Triad. But they sure as shit look like Triad, judging by the weapons he can spot and, well, the general proximity to Little Asia certainly doesn't hurt. He tries to get a look at the man in them middle of the configuration, the leader (obviously) and he just happens to find a 'hole' in the ranks as the man looks up from his phone.

Which is when it happens. Which is when the world changes, rolling from the man out to cover the whole rest of the world, the whole rest of everything, and if he thought Kamurocho was visually loud and bright and overwhelming before, it's an entirely different thing, an entirely greater thing, once the whole thing is served up in glaring, blaring, neon color.

Starting with a certain someone's bright pink suit.

He can't help but stumble.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan glances up from his phone. It's not because he saw anything in particular. It's not because he heard anything. He just looks up, takes a break from his phone, and locks eyes with a stranger.

And then, like a wave, everything comes into focus. Bright and overwhelming and absolutely far too loud.

Without comprehending, he stumbles, dropping his phone. His guard, thinking him hurt, grabs onto him to usher him out of the way and out of the street, into a back alley.

[lone_horse]

Kiryu has no convenient guards to catch him; instead, he has a couple of punks who see a weak target, someone who could certainly do with their wallet being stolen.

...the quickly discover that Kiryu is quick to recover and just how foolish that idea actually was. The fight isn't quiet, nor is it terribly contained; the crowd assembles around them as they usually do, boxing in the fight, but it includes the little back alley that Pagan has been pulled into with enough breathing room that Pagan, or one of his guards, might see a man sail by before hitting a lamp post and sinking down.

By the time the fight is done, Kiryu's trying to remember where he saw them slip away to; all he remembers, vividly, is the pink.

[crab_rangoon]

That man does go flying. And the guards do see it. One of Pagan's men pushes him against the wall and Pagan, finally feeling himself again, takes his hand and bends that wrist backwards until the unfortunate guard falls to his knees.

"Yes, well. That should show you not to put your hands on me," he declares and spares a moment to look at the sleeves of his suit.

So that's the color his mother wore.

Whatever nostalgia he has is pressed down deeply as he peers out of the alley. Now. To find out who made this happen after he finds out what this fight was all about.

[lone_horse]

What he'll see as he leaves the alley is the press of humanity often found in any street in Kamurocho... but a muscular Japanese man in a grey suit with a deep red shirt popped over the collar is clearly looking around for someone or something. And when the man turns and their eyes meet again, there's an echo of that moment, a temporary brightening of the world again through far less intense than the first.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan starts from his shoulders and looks up, finally meeting his eyes. To get that thrill again. He wants that back. So badly. What he doesn't want is the meaning behind this. He keeps his gaze on the other man for a long moment before he gives him a quick incline of his head. A gesture to follow, if he will.

He's not talking to him in the middle of the street. Not when he's attracted so much attention.

[lone_horse]

There's a moment where it looks like he might say something... and then the moment is gone, the tilt understood, and he gives a nod before he starts trotting along slowly towards Pagan, prompting him to lead him somewhere.

He doesn't care where it is. Whoever's there, if he has to beat the shit out of them, he will.

[crab_rangoon]

One of Pagan's guards hands him the phone that he dropped and Pagan grabs it from him and gestures forward with a sharp command. He sticks one hand in his pocket, still glancing down at his sleeve to see the pink again.

Pink!

He loves it.

He leads them into a small bar that looks empty enough, though he really doesn't know what he's going to say to this man. 'Hi, I'm your soulmate but this is all bullshit' seems a little too cruel, even for Pagan.

The fact that it's a man, though...

He wishes he could resurrect his father just to show him this.

Fucker.

[lone_horse]

There's really only one spot to end up in from that alley: the Champion district, so it's not even much of a surprise that they end up in Earth Angel. The mama behind the bar has a lovely polkadot dress and a well-groomed goatee and Kiryu's known her for years. Long enough that she can blithely ignore him as he steps in while fixing him his usual drink and he can slide the bills where they need to go for her to grab them without looking her in the face as he sits next to Pagan. He'll gesture to the bar, since he doesn't mind furnishing the drink.

He doesn't speak, though. He can wait for the other man to speak. He won't even look at him, even though he wants to. To think: this was his soulmate. And of course he'd found him in Kamurocho. Of course.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan's Japanese isn't terrible, but it's clear that he's doing his damn best with it. He had prepped for this, but it doesn't mean that he's eager to really get into a conversation like this. One with necessary nuances.

But, there's nothing else to be done about it. The other man sits down across from him and Pagan finally takes him in all at once. Handsome. Serious features.

"Well, this certainly wasn't the reason for my visit here," he starts out. "I don't suppose you'll grace me with a name?"

[lone_horse]

He opens his mouth... and pauses. Then shakes his head. He raises one finger as he lifts his glass.

"Not here. But somewhere private."

He's a dead man. Speaking his name in public, by daylight, isn't something he's allowed anymore.

"I'd understand if you feel the same."

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan wasn't planning on providing his name, either. The fact that the other man has the same reservations makes him more suspicious, not less.

"Somewhere private," he repeats. "Well. This isn't my city. All I have is a hotel a few streets away. So let's have a drink and then we can go...somewhere private. Your choice." This place had been made out of desperation. Something quick. Easy.

He glances to his guards. "I do have some business to take care of." He holds up a hand and speaks sharply to one of his guards in Cantonese before two of them walk out the door, including the one who had dared to touch him. "There. That's taken care of. Now! What an exciting day that we're having! I did not get on a plane thinking this would be what I would encounter!"

[lone_horse]

He'll hear a very low mutter that he might be able to parse as 'I was just going to get my swords sharpened' before he sips on his own drink.

"The hotel district has a few choices. You can choose which one."

The man has bodyguards. There are obvious concerns as to his safety and he's more than likely some manner of target. He can accommodate that.

...and as usual, he's not worried about being taken out himself. Whatever his soul mate had planned, he'd deal with it.

"I figured you were from the mainland. I've known... a few people from there."

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan draws a face at that. "Dear God no," he protests. "Hong Kong, darling." And the endearment is in English, though he doesn't give it much thought. It's not affectionate, more a quirk of his own habits.

"Though would you consider that mainland? You better not. Anyway, I was born there, I work there, but I travel quite a bit. I'm simply here chasing a - " He hesitates so he can search for the words he wants. "- wayward soul."

Pagan picks up his own drink and brings it to his lips, tapping the rim of the glass.

[lone_horse]

He would have. He makes the mental adjustment, even though it doesn't change much in the grand scheme for him. But if the difference mattered to his soul mate, he'd adjust. He listens to the rest, taking in the flamboyance, the tone even if the 'darling' is guessed at more than known.

In some ways, exactly what he expected. In others? Not at all.

"I can get a bottle to bring with us. If you want."

He says it just loud enough the mama can set aside a bottle of his preferred scotch if the man nods.

[crab_rangoon]

He finishes his drink and gives him a quick nod. The fact that this man is his soul mate, the one who completes him, all of the nonsense they spout off when telling children, has no bearing on how he's reacting to this at the moment. That's a complication for later. He can't think of him like that. He's so very opposite of who and what Pagan is that it's difficult for him to just - settle in.

Now, the man is a mystery, a puzzle piece that he would like to know about.

"Go ahead. Let's talk somewhere private." He already has a hotel nearby, so he glances to his remaining guard.

[lone_horse]

Kiryu isn't thinking about... anything, really. It's too much. It's the kind of thing he needs a night of staring at the stars, a pack of cigarettes, and something to do with his hands to process, so he's taking care of the parts that matter right now.

This man is important to him, even though he doesn't know anything except that he's some manner of higher level Triad, here looking for a traitor (more than likely) and they don't know anything about one another.

He's also supposed to be dead, so this is going to involve breaking that illusion to someone who he barely knows. And he very much doubts, given what he did to the Snake Flower Triad and the Saio Triad groups that that name is unknown to him.

He's taking the scotch bottle and a soft, sympathetic smile from the mama before he tips his head to the door.

He'll go first. He can handle people coming at his back just fine.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan follows dutifully behind him, quiet at first. But he doesn't feel inclined to stay silent.

"It's pink," he tells the other man as they walk, holding out a sleeve for him. "Pink. My mother would wear this color, so I had our tailor, whose soul mate was a very charming man from Ireland, make me one with the same. It's quite bright, but I don't think I'll stop."

[lone_horse]

"It suits you," he says quietly as they walk along, and it's clear that he isn't just saying that, he does mean it. Even if he's just getting used to color in general. His own hand runs along the deep red of his shirt.

"...I always thought this was the right red."

It's nice to see he was right.

[crab_rangoon]

The compliment is soft, but Pagan feels a deep sense of satisfaction from it. A fear he's always had, and still carries, is that he would meet this person and they would be wholly uninterested in him. After all, who would want someone like Pagan?

At least he likes the suit.

"Yes, yes, very striking and all that," he says with a wave of his hand, though it's not a gesture of dismissal. He just likes the movement. "The red is quite nice." He looks up, to the buildings and past them. "If I wasn't certain to make a spectacle of myself, I think I could sit here and just watch all day. Think of all the things I've missed! I'll have to revisit a few places."

[lone_horse]

Kiryu, on the other hand, had always assumed that his soul mate had died. Perhaps they'd been killed by Kazama-san. Or some other assassin? He doesn't know. But after fifty years, he'd thought that it was likely he was never going to meet them. The idea that they'd been in Hong Kong of all places...

And him locked up here all these years.

He pushes past it and listens to the voice of his soul mate as they walk through the crowded Kamurocho streets. It makes his lip curl a little at the corner as they do, what he says.

"I could show you a few good spots. This place has hundreds of stories playing out every day."

[crab_rangoon]

"Eh, maybe later," he says, hands behind his back as they walk. He ever so often glances up at his face. The other man is taller than him, which is something Pagan has resigned himself to. Ishwari was taller than him, too. Such is life. But he does get to see that small change in his expression. Pagan doesn't quite recognize it as a smile yet, but it's something good. It's something to work towards.

And here's Pagan, getting all sentimental. He curses himself mentally for it. He has to stay alert.

Though, oddly enough, he hasn't once felt uncomfortable around the other man. He has never thought himself in danger. He hasn't ever worried for himself. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Pagan actually feels rather safe around him.

A curious feeling.

"I have children," he admits. "They would like this city. They always liked the city."

He's feeding bits of himself to the other man in small pieces. Hong Kong. Children. Relationship to his mother. Pagan loves to talk about himself, but he also is looking for reactions. Constantly assuming the worst.

[lone_horse]

"I..." and there's a pause because he has to get over a certain amount of trepedation, and then another bundle of guilt, "I have children too. Only one of them's ever been here."

A pause.

"She likes it. Usually."

They're almost at the hotel district. He gestures towards the many buildings and glances back at Pagan.

"Pick whichever you like. I'll get us a room."

[crab_rangoon]

He has children? Pagan files that information away in his mind, glad that he's not alone in this. It isn't unheard of for people to get together and have families with people who aren't their soulmates - but it is a risky venture.

"Oh let's just go with that one there," he says, inclining his head towards one that seems good enough. He turns to his guard and gives him a few whispered words. The man nods and walks away, though he gives Pagan a rather suspicious glance. Fortunately, most people know what it's like to come across a soul mate, so his behavior isn't out of the realm of the ordinary.

Pagan simply isn't normally this carefree about strangers.

"Do you need money?" he wonders idly.

[lone_horse]

He shakes his head. And Kiryu will lead the way into the love hotel like he's been here a dozen times, mostly because he has. Not for the intended purpose: while he'd had to apologize to a few girls over it, it was usually a pretty easy spot to get someone when they owed money.

Quickly enough, they have the room key and they're lead into rather somewhat overdone room with a very specific purpose. Kiryu, however, doesn't walk in with even an ounce of romance in his step. Instead, he'll head for the little bench near the door where he can remove his shoes and sit.

He'll make sure to leave room for Pagan.

"I can't speak my name in public. Thank you for understanding."