It’s an Uta and Yomo day on the blog, apparently. Excellenttttttt.

“It’s been a while,” says a voice when Uta exits HySy.
He turns around to see Yomo standing there. “Renji.”
Yomo’s arms are crossed. “We’re moving to the 24th Ward before your friend gets us all slaughtered.”
“He’s not my friend,” Uta says.
Renji’s kakugans ignite. “I know you work with him, Uta.”
Uta’s shoulders slump. “So?”
“So – how can you – people are dying, and you’re helping him, for what? A laugh?” Yomo approaches, grabs Uta by his shoulders, stares into his eyes. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Many things,” Uta replies after a pause.
“Why won’t you tell me?”
“Trust issues?” Uta grins.
“Uta, I’m one of the few in your life you can trust, and you know that,” Yomo says wit an ironic smile. He releases Uta and steps back.
“I do, and I’m grateful.” Uta stares at the ground. “You can stay here tonight. You’ll be safe.”
“I’m late already to meet up with Ayato. The nephew I don’t trust to know that.” Yomo laughs bleakly.
“I see.” Uta knows this isn’t a break-up. He and Yomo will never forsake each other. But it still hurts. Yomo’s disappointment.
“Hey.” Yomo steps closer and sweeps him towards him. He plants a passionate kiss on Uta’s lips. “I’ll see you again.”
“Don’t get yourself killed.” Uta sighs. “Promise me.”
“I promise.” Yomo steps back. “But when I return, when it’s safe, we’re going to talk.”
“Are we?” Uta winks.
“Yeah.” And then Renji is gone, and Uta feels lonelier than ever.
