🃑 𝐂𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Chapter 5

You were quick to arrived at what you knew is an open space, and your eyes turned icy at the sight of a crowd.

Loud cheering entered your ears like buzzing bees, annoying the hell out of you.

"I was a slave in my highschool, beating ordered and beaten up everyday."

Your fingers twitch as Takemichi's voice rang into your head like torture.

The lone person who made you feel little bit of happiness in the future, the person who accompanied you and made you smile when the people who you tried so hard to save died, when their death was blamed on you and when you were kicked out of your family.

Perhaps after those you became more emotionless. But you're human and Takemichi, in your opinion, is a greatest friend you're not willing to let go and push out of your life.

"I said that's enough, Takemichi!!!"

That name...

"You're seriously going to die!!!"

Two different voices and two different sentence made you push everyone out of your way without a care, their startled yell and question if you wanted to die fell into deaf ears as you arrived at the front.

You finally saw what's happening. A lump appeared in your throat while your breath hitched.

"Ta..." Your voice was lost into fear at the bloody sight of Takemichi, barely standing with a face adorned by the scarlet blood.

In fact, you didn't know if it was because of the horrendous sight or that fact that you're seeing this familiar face.

Who was the person who comforted you? The person who made you smile? The person who helped you get through the grief? The person you ever trusted after they died?

Hanagaki Takemichi, that's his name.

You're not the best, but you love your friends. That's why the sight broke your heart.

"Not...yet...Not yet...." Words that sounded almost like a whisper made you flinch.

What not yet?

His voice woke you up. Although confused, the side of you that's always filled with suspicions and questions appeared.

What not yet, Takemichi? Why are you being beaten up like this? I thought you were scared? I thought you're planning to run away at this time of the year?

Right...you were planning to run away.

Should I stop you? Because you said you regret it.

"My heart... that's experienced those...12 years. Running and running and running and running."

"....."

Wh-What?

The words you're hearing now, words you just hear right here and now, it came from the past. But didn't Takemichi said, he never tried to fight back and is always apologizing, always running away?

He never tried to....wait, could it be...

"(Y/n)-chan, I regret it. I really regret leaving them. I'm always running away, running and running and running, I feel so pathetic."

Your eyes went wide as you tremble, looking at Takemichi's eyes in search for the possibility that came in your head.

Could Takemichi really be...just like you?

"GIVE UP ALREADY,TAKEMICHI!! YOU'VE SHOWED US ENOUGH OF YOUR DETERMINATION!"

No!

Your gaze fell on the one who yell. It was someone with a plum haired guy, his eyes were filled with fear and deep concern.

If it really is that Takemichi...then he...

"I AIN'T GIVING UP!"

won't give up!

"I have a reason, to not give up!"

Slowly, your fear and worry at the sight of Takemichi's bloodied figure was overthrow by the hopeful happiness at Takemichi's words. You didn't noticed it yourself.

How your lips quirk up into a smile, how your eyes gleam in delight.

Sadly, you seem to forgot what's currently happening for a sec.

"Kiyomasa, the only way you'll win is by killing me. I absolutely ain't gonna lose!"

*Boom!*

Just like that, your happiness shattered. The smile disappeared completely from your face. You feel your mood deflated, like the happiness was a ball and it was just poked with a needle then boom, now you're on a bad mood.

"Bring me my bat!"

That word pushed your button further, and without hesitation nor word, you ran towards Kiyomasa and jumped.

"Wha—?!"

Everyone scream in shocked at the sight of a girl jumping up high, throwing a kick at Kiyomasa's face like a pro, knocking him off the ground.

"Who was that?!"

"Hey b*tch, you wanna fight?!"

You landed perfectly on your feet, your side profile facing Takemichi as you licked your lips.

"Fucker." You whispered coldly, glaring at Kiyomasa.

"(Y—Y/n)-chan?!"

Takemichi screech at the sight of you. Your hair was no longer black, but that gray eyes and emotionless face is something he won't ever forget.

However, how could you be here?!

You smirked and turned your head at Takemichi, "Sorry, do we know each other?" You asked, pretending you don't know him. Well, right now you really don't know each other.

But Takemichi managed to call your name, it was already a flaw that says one thing—he really is like you. Someone who came from the future.

Takemichi's eyes widen and he immediately covered his mouth, shaking his head desperately. You look at him amused.

Your smirked remained cocky and arrogant, but your eyes softened. "You seem to know—

"You fucking bitch!!!"

An angry roar cuts you off, and paused. Takemichi instinctively gulped.

He knew.

You could tolerate teasing, you could tolerate flirting, you could tolerate insults, but you would never tolerate being cut off.

That's how Takemichi knew you.

An emotionless face adorned your face as you turn around, eyes as cold as ice as you glare at Kiyomasa who ran towards you, fist raised.

A silent sneer left your lips, "Bitch." You mocked him, turning you body to evade only to be held by the shoulder tightly by someone. A big hand grabbing Kiyomasa's wrist, gripping it tightly.

"Who?" You look up to see who touched you without permission—you don't care if they stopped Kiyomasa, all you cared is that, 'Bitch, this person wants to die, touching me without permission!'.

But then...

"Oi, Kiyomasa."

Your eyes widen at the sight of a tall and muscular teenager.

Now you wouldn't be this surprise if it was just some random tall and muscular teenager, but the fucking person in your line of sight is a familiar one—someone you thought you'll never see again.

"What the fuck.."

The teenager who's hair was neatly braided look down at you, eyebrows raised and eyes stern.

"Long time no see, (Y/n)"

Fuck.