Nunca llueve, pero diluvia

La ficción en la que vivimos

Twitter autor:@rinfumochii
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“Ustedes dos tienen razón. Soy realmente estúpido", dijo Chifuyu, un poco demasiado alegre para este tema oscuro. "Baji-san es la única persona que me gusta. Ahora y para siempre. Y nada puede cambiar eso".

Al ver el rostro horrorizado que ahora adornaba el rostro de Kazutora, Chifuyu sonrió.
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"Alguien te está esperando."

El alcaide llamó a su celda un día, esperando que Kazutora diera su respuesta. El joven solo asintió levemente, preguntándose quién se molestó en hacer todo el camino para verlo cuando sería liberado en solo dos semanas.

Había estado encerrado durante diez años, pero solo unas pocas personas insistían en visitarlo con frecuencia. Takemichi, Mitsuya o Draken. Los primeros nombres que le vinieron a la mente, pues se habían apegado a la rutina durante la última década.

Por lo tanto, no esperaba que la persona que lo esperaba al otro lado de la barrera de vidrio de esta sala de reuniones fuera alguien a quien no había visto en más de diez años. Aquel cuyo nombre seguía siendo pronunciado en una luz negativa...

Chifuyu.

El joven parecía mucho más maduro, tranquilo y atractivo de lo que recordaban los desvanecidos recuerdos de Kazutora. No podía negar que la repentina presencia de Chifuyu lo había tomado por sorpresa. Pero decidió tranquilizarse y mantener una sonrisa de bienvenida en su rostro.

"Wow. Esto es una sorpresa para mí".

"Te ves bien, Kazutora".

"Tú... también te ves bien. ¿Cómo estás, Chifuyu?"

This man he last met when he was fifteen years old gave a small smile. For some reason, Kazutora felt like there was something hidden in the other man’s face. Like a pang of sorrow buried deep inside those green orbs. He decided to ignore it.

"I’m well. Sorry for the intrusion, but I came here because I wanted to ask you one thing..."

Kazutora raised an eyebrow.

"Sure. Ask away. What kind of important question made you come here with a face like that?"

Chifuyu certainly didn't expect that comeback. He suddenly looked doubtful and bit his lower lip. Seeing that unraveled, Kazutora only chuckled.

"I'm just kidding, don't make that face. To be honest, I'm going to be released in two weeks, so if this question of yours is so important that you can't wait until then, I'll try to help you as much as I can."

Chifuyu sighed. He then shot Kazutora with a severe look. Like he had made up his mind.

“Alright, no beating around the bush. Pardon me if I get straight to the point...”

Kazutora swore he saw that hint of sadness flashed on his face. (And yeah, he was sharp at picking up things like that)

"...Kazutora, when was the last time you saw Baji?"

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Ten years ago, on Bloody Halloween, Kazutora stabbed Baji.

He didn't know what had gotten into him. For his head to be so fucked up he couldn't even think straight. Being a hero? What a joke. He was just a fool who ruined things for his own delusion, the self-righteous he couldn't admit was strayed.

That conflict had caused severe injuries for several other teenagers from both parties. They were sent straight to the hospital after the cops called an end to the event. Kazutora decided to turn himself in afterward. He admitted that he was the perpetrator of the stabbing and the mastermind behind the bloody tragedy.