(A Boku No Pico Fanfiction)

Ch.2 : Pico and Chico

Pico's POV

Summer had come again. My hair had grown back, but I still haven't seen or heard from Mokkun. I was really sad, I had so much to tell him all about my year. 

I walked back into the restaurant and I saw a lot of customers. They were laughing and enjoying their food. We really hit it off here at the café. "Pico, how about you help me...". I look to see Grandpa and he stops talking mid-sentence. "Help you with what grandpa?". Suddenly, I see trays fall from his hands and he grabs his chest. "Grandpa are you alright!". Grandpa falls to the ground and he starts moaning in pain. My eyes widen and people scream, and come rushing to him. "Sir are you okay?'. Grandpa looks at me and holds out his hand to me. "Pico... take care...of the... restaurant".

After that, he puts his hand down and I don't see him move. Everyone screams and then I hear someone calling the ambulance. I stand there in shock, thinking why and what is wrong with grandpa, is he...?. 

I feel tears falling down my face and I kept trying to doubt myself. No... he would never.... die on me. I grab Grandpa's shirt and I shake him. "Get up Grandpa, we need to get ready to serve food. Grandpa!". I heard people getting emotional and then I realized I was wrong. Grandpa....he was dead. "GRANDPA!". The ambulance finally pulls in and I watch as they take him away. He can't leave me. No...he can't. I already lost grandma, I can't loose....Grandpa! I run up to the ambulance and tell them not to take him. "I'm sorry kid, he's not coming back". My eyes widen and I stop. I fall to the ground and I begin to cry. The ambulance drives away and everyone in the restaurant doesn't feel like eating, after what they've just seen. "It's okay boy, don't cry". Everyone tries to comfort me, but I couldn't stop crying. I really loved grandpa, I didn't know anyone but him. He always took care of me. He only thought of me and I relied on him. I had no one else! I don't understand what these people were saying. Why are they surrounding me and apologizing? "Its okay". "Were so sorry".

Everyone goes home, and so does the officer that made sure I was okay. I get the courage to move again. The restaurant was dirty. There was glass and food all over the floor. I go to the closet and begin cleaning up. I don't understand....he's....gone, why now? Why did he....have to leave me? Grandpa....I never even....said goodbye... I finished up after that and I went to Grandpa's room. I could feel his presence in there. He'd always sit in his chair and watch TV. He'd let me come in and watch with him. I went up to his chair and I felt like sitting in it. I began getting emotional and teary.