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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 - 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 & 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 & 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕

It wasn't until the sun had long set, and PM turned to AM, that Kiera finally returned home. After they had left Pah, Takemichi collapsed running from the police. She'd been too lost in her delusions to notice. Apparently Draken had called Emma, and she'd taken him to the hospital.

After that things began to fall apart. Both Mikey and Draken were upset about what happened, taking it out on each other. Yelling, fighting, doing anything they could to release their pent up anger.

Kiera watched them with dull eyes. Not fully there, because it didn't feel real. They both blamed each other— though both were wrong. It wasn't either of their faults. Why couldn't they see...? It was hers.

Eventually they left in a storm, yet Kiera didn't. She stayed there for a long time. Trying to gain some function back. It was nearly impossible, with feeling that disconnected. When she'd finally picked herself up, it was the roof she went to. She especially liked the roof of their apartment building because there was an excellent view of the sky. That, and there were no railings. So there was where she stayed. Watching the stars twinkle in the night, occasionally covered by grey, fluffy clouds.

Her phone had died, but not before Keisuke, Chifuyu, and Ryoko (her mother) had called ten times each. Texted that much more, asking her whereabouts. The last message she'd seen was from her brother. 

Poindexter 🤓 (Idiot #1)
Today, 12:23 AM

Poindexter 🤓 (Idiot #1)
geet hoem safe
and soon
or i will light ur room on fire
🔥🛏
|12:31 AM|

That wasn't an empty threat.

Which was why, ten minutes later, she found herself standing in front of their apartment. She didn't want to be home right now. Home was the last place she wanted to be. Making the others worry more than they already had wasn't worth it, though. Nor was losing her room.

Slowly creaking the door open, she stepped inside, taking off her boots. She placed them on the rack and made a beeline for her bedroom. As luck would have it, it was far from on her side.

"So. What happened?" She froze. Keisuke sat on the chair in their living room, facing her with a frown. "No one's telling me jack shit."

Swallowing, Kiera clenched her fists, trying to breathe. "Pahs with the cops. For stabbing Osanai.."

"WHAT!?" He snapped, face contorting in rage. "The hell was that idiot thinking!? Why didn't he run? The fuck you guys doing letting that happen?"

Her breath hitched, chest tightening at his words. "I didn't — I didn't let him get taken! I tried my damned hardest to make sure he didn't! He wanted to go with the cops."

Keisuke tch'd. His black hair was left loose, framing his face with delicate strands. He wasn't in pajamas. Instead he wore a black and white muscle shirt with ripped black jeans. His bronze eyes almost seemed to glow in the dark, shining from the moonlight pouring through the window. Illuminating the lines of deep-seeded anger sketched along every muscle.

Her brother was brash, not to mention harsh at times, and a complete airhead. Emotionally at the minimum. He might get bad grades in school, but he was fiercely intelligent in the field. He said mean things; that didn't mean he meant them. Words flowed in his head and he spat them out without thinking. It stung, though she always understood.

"That fucking moron. And why haven't you been home, Screwball? Mom was worried sick. Chifuyu too. I had to volunteer to stay up and wait for you so they'd go to bed. Couldn't you have bothered to at least shoot a text?"