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]

Almost like a response to that comment, a few blows into the barrage, the blue bursts out and switches to a bright pink.

And that is when the punches start coming much faster.

[crab_rangoon]

He throws up his hands and blocks what he can, but it is quite fitting that pink is what he sees last. Pink is what he sees as flinches and falls backwards, onto his ass as a particularly nasty hit knocks everything out of him.

[lone_horse]

Pagan will wake up, his head cushioned on Kiryu's jacket while he enjoys a bottled drink. Another one, cold enough to help, is cradled against his jaw just in case. Kiryu's sitting beside him, in his dress shirt, clearly waiting for Pagan to wake up.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan blinks awake, sitting up and putting a hand on the bottle to bring it to his face.

And, he's surprised to find, he's calm. Collected. Very quiet. And not just from exhaustion.

He does take the jacket and wrap it around his shoulders, over bruised skin and ripped fabric.

[lone_horse]

Kiryu just nods and stays where he is, sipping his drink, watching Pagan. Not much to say; now he knows. But he's curious what Pagan knows now.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan takes a moment to right himself, finally opening the bottle to drink from it. And he reaches over slowly and takes his hand, linking their fingers together.