Yokohama, Japan.

Who would've thought by wearing your heart on your sleeve, you'd be scorned so badly like an inferno blazing your skin?

You were in a relationship with Fukuzawa Yukichi, the President of the Armed Detective Agency, a former wandering samurai, and a former assassin for the government. You both fell in love, but because of your job (you can choose), you both had to keep your relationship secret, and you really cherished this because you didn't wish to endanger Fukuzawa or his Agency. And it was going so well...

But sometimes, things cannot last, can they? You thought to yourself as you stared at Fukuzawa with enraged eyes and tears streaming down your face. You had just been told, by Ranpo Edogawa, a detective of the Agency, congratulations for her relationship with Fukuzawa, which made you realize that he had told someone despite her wishes for him not to and they both agreed to not say a word, but you just found out he went against his promise.

So now you both stand in silence, the argument you both had was so bad, and none of you knew how to break the suffocating silence that was thick, you could cut it with a sword. You had no idea what to say to this betrayal, you were so hurt. You felt your heart being ripped out of your chest, like everything was just suffocating you right there and then.

After a few more moments of silence, Fukuzawa finally broke the silence, his voice hoarse, and full of regret.

"I am sorry, my love...." He breathed, his gaze locking onto yours as you stared at his metallic, cold, blue eyes you'd gotten so used to trusting over the years....