Third Eye

Chapter 8: Helping With Kindness

WARNING!!
• Slight Angst
• Violence

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"No no no no no!! This is not happening. I refuse to believe it. I refuse to believe it." a raven haired man panics, pulling his hair aggressively. "I'm not-I AM NOT-" he fells to his knees, his tears falling. "I am not dead." his voice shakes, as he sobs. He refuses to accept his death.

A while ago, he opened his eyes to see himself still laying on the floor. He sits up, he closes his eyes as he rubs his temple. He tries to get rid the head ache he had. After feeling like it subsided, he stares at nothing as he starts to remember what happened. He looks around to see nothing. He stood up in panic "Where are all my motorcycles?!" He anxiously looks around. He gets more confused as he couldn't see anything on his shop that once belongs to him. As if everything was cleaned up. He bangs his head with his fists as he tries to remember what the heck happened. "I went to sleep, after that I got woken up by a noise." he pants heavily, closing his eyes "I saw Keisuke, I confronted him then-" he stops, opening his eyes. His whole body stiff "I-I don't remember what happened next." all he remembers was he black out after Keisuke warns someone. He fell down, a hand holding his hand as the other holds the floor for him not to fall. "HA! HA! No fucking way!" he bows his head as he let his other hand fall to hold him in place. He breaks down in tears when he realizes what has happened.

He has so much things to do. His wishes haven't been-

"My wishes haven't come true." he mumbles, is that why he's still here? Is that why he hasn't moved on yet? "Right! My wish for Izana to be a part of our family was the last thought I had. But, how-how am I suppose to make it true?" he wipes his tears, as he contemplates of what to do.

Shinichiro sat there for a long time, hand on his chin as the other holds his other elbow. "Shin think!" he forces his mind to think of something supernatural. He snaps his fingers as he remembers something. "Psychics!!" Where will he find a psychic you ask? Thankfully, the story Wakasa told him has the answer.

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1 YEAR AGO:

"SHIN!!" a deep voice calls out as he enters together with another male.

"What, Benkei?" Shinichiro responds, not turning his head around, still fixes the Motorcycle in front of him.

"We have some weird story to tell." a lazy voice answers.

This time Shinichiro looks up to his friends, turning his head. He eyes his friends, Keizo smiling at him to Wakasa eating some lollipop smiling too. Not only that, the two had a lot, like I mean a lot of bandages in their faces, arms, and necks.

"What the hell happened to you two?" Shinichiro asked them, worried. The two looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders then going inside his office. "*Sigh!" he looks at clock, fortunately, it was his break time. He stood up from his seat, going to the bathroom to wash up his hands. 'I hope it isn't something like the last time, telling me some gay men was caught fucking in the bathroom stall at Wakasa's gym.'

(I read too much Yaoi..... I need help! (・∀・))

Shinichiro walks in to his office, seeing his two friends talking happily. 'To think this two became friends, still shocks me. They used to be rivals, hunting each other's throats.' he thought fondly, smiling.

"Stop smiling creepily and seat with us." a lazy voice calls out to him, looking at him weirdly.

Shinichiro stares at him, pissed. He roles his eyes as he sat besides Keizo. "So, What is it? Please, don't be like the last time." he said, frowning at Wakasa.