Where We Go From Here - Kagari love story (Psycho-Pass Fanfic)

Chapter 3

Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long. In fact, I haven't updated any works of mine in quite awhile. I'd forgotten how much I really love writing, but writing this chapter has certainly reminded me. I recently re-watched Psycho Pass and finished Psycho Pass 2, and as much as I miss Kagari, it gave me some wonderful ideas for this story, hence why there's an update uploaded. I'm so grateful for everyone reading this story, I didn't expect so many people to be reading much less be so supportive so soon! So I thank you all for reading, and I hope I don't disappoint. To be honest, there aren't many Kagari fanfictions that I'm able to find, and the ones I do find aren't very good, except for maybe two I've read, but they were short. I'm not saying which stories, in case some of the fanfiction authors are reading my story. I don't want to offend anyone. Anyways, since there's such a shortage of good Kagari fanfiction, I'm more than happy to be writing this in light of that, and I profusely apologize for not updating for so long. I honestly adore this fanfiction, and couldn't picture myself not continuing it. Also, there's new official art of Kagari from the Psycho Pass XBox game! I'll share a picture from my stash with you guys, he's so cute ^.^ Now, with that being said, I hope you enjoy the new chapter!

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-One year later-

The escape plan was fairly easy, if I was an expert hacker, a ninja, and a super spy all in one. Luckily though, I had another plan that was a bit harder to carry out with my normal human abilities, but a lot more possible.

Of coarse there was the risk of legal elimination if I was caught trying to escape. I contemplated this for a long while, since I had a lot of free time in the last year. Still though, I can't just sit  here and wait for my Psycho pass to shoot up anymore than it already has. The situation is die or die, with the small chance that I'll live a somewhat free citizen. I'll take that chance.

I quickly gather my sketch books, taking a quick look at my various drawings of Kagari. I can't believe it's been a full year since I last saw him, and seven months since I last heard from him. After the third letter he sent me, he stopped writing me all together. I want to believe it's because he's busy, but after he told me about the women he works with, Shion and Yayoi, I find it harder to find faith in the situation.

I pack all the belongings I want to take with me in a homemade bag I'd made with bedsheets in secret, which includes my sketch book, my pencils, although I keep two on handy, and all the birthday cards I'd made Kagari over the years. I then hide the bag under my bed, waiting for my opportunity to bring itself forth.

Sheizui is going to come and give me therapy like she does every other day, and perhaps bring a letter to me as well, though I doubt it. In the time I've spent here without Kagari, when I wasn't thinking about my escape plan, I was wondering how he was doing, if he was enjoying his line of work, if one of those woman were better to him that I was. If I'm being completely honest with myself, of coarse they are. Everyone must be better company than me. I never even called him by his first name!

"Why don't you call me by my first name? We've known each other for six years." I remember him asking me.

In return, I'd simply said; "I think Kagari sounds nicer."

He'd nodded, accepting it without question, but the hurt expression behind his eyes is forever burned in my memory. I was afraid that if I addressed him by his first name, I'd be admitting to something all but the same as a love confession. I was scared that calling him by his first name would change how we saw each other for some reason. Looking back on it, it was quite a stupid fear, I was a naive girl back then, after all. And yet, I still feel the same worry as I did back then. Maybe I'm still just as naive. Naive enough to think that if I'd just called him by his first name, he might still be here, with me.