Syobai's POV
"HOW THE FUCK DID HE FOUND ME! HOW?! HOW THE FUCK?!"-Iroha came back home screaming and kicking everything in front of her, she sat on the floor hitting it in rage, and by the way she talks, I can just imagine things didn't go well for neither of them...I fucked up-.
"Hey hey hey what the hell happened... What's all that scream for-"
"Nikei found me! He found me begging for money! He fucking saw me! HE PROBABLY THOUGHT I WAS PROSTITUTING MYSELF OR SOME SHIT!!!"
"O...ok you seem pissed"
"How could I not be?! The least I wanted was that...I....I don't want them to worry about me! After everything that happened I just want them to forget about me! Erase me so that way their lives get to be less hard, after all the problems I caused them...I don't wanna be a stone on their shoes anymore...if I'm going to be a a problem...I wanna be it for myself...n-not them...not anymore I-....I...."-she started crying, it wasn't a stupid whinny baby cry, it was a breakdown, she was so upset and hurt her tears went down as a sign of... tiredness. I really fucked up-.
"...gosh I hate when you cry."-rarely I feel guilty for my actions but this one moment I couldn't look away, she was so sad, trying to cover her face so I wouldn't see her make up running down, she didn't wanted to cry but...she had to.
And I could understand her, not wanting to be a bother to the ones around you, so you suffer in silence you get hurt and cure yourself even if you don't know how to do it, because if the rest sees it, they won't leave you alone, they won't talk about other stuff than you, and you don't want that...you don't wanna bother anyone, suddenly I'm a young man again, healing my stab wounds with toilet paper and old alcohol that was left on a bathroom you stole. Suddenly I felt weak, or maybe...alive again-.-all I could do was sit in front of her, and gave her a hug, I do that often when rather one of us haves a bad day, I don't know what I exactly look for when I do it, but it feels like...comfort?, I forget that hugs are for that, for comfort. Iroha reminds me I can be a human still, and like one I made the mistake to let the Void know about her current state, she didn't needed them, and now I know it. So now my new mission was, make sure they don't bother her, it's the least I can do-.
"Want me to keep the door shut? Just in case of... y'know, nobody but us enters?"
-she nods-.
"Want me to check the windows if there's anyone outside looking?"
-she nods again. I carried her to the bed and covered her with the one sheet it had, with my wrist I cleaned her dirty face, and just let her rest, I could still hear some silent crying while I was outside in the balcony, drinking and checking on the people, I saw a car stopping and a guy in a ugly hat came out of it, looking around screaming a name "Iroha! Iroha please! Where are you!? IROHA!" I back down, waited for him to go...and then went up again. I really fucked up, I opened a pandora box that wasn't mine, again. But now all I can do is...help as much as I can-.
General POV:
"A'IGHT ALL BETS ARE OFF! LET'S SEE WHO MAKES IT ALIVE! AAAAAND....FIGHT!"-in the other side of the city, downtown specifically, a big fight was going on in a regular garage, loud noises, music, screams coming from different people, all shouting the name of the fighter they wanted to see win, while in the corner, sitting in a comfortable chair was the owner of the house and the motherfucker who runs this so called "fight club", Hajime Makunochi, former box champion, after 5 years of wins (and other events) he decided to start teaching his tricks, techniques, but it wasn't fun enough, so...despite being against his ideals, he opened fight club, where fights would be organised every day, from all around the country anyone with enough ego and money would go there and put their life on the ring, and every day, people with nothing to spend their money on would go and bet for the winner, Hajime enjoyed the fights, he would see everyone and laughs at how unprofessional and dumb they were, of course he would think that, being THE know it all of that place, he looked down to others-.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
𝐴𝐹𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑆𝑇𝑂𝑅𝑀 [post game AU]
Rastgele-Things are what they used to, try will never be, and you know that, after that killing game nothing was the same, you did something horrible, the four of you did, everyone did, so that's why everyone says "after the storm everything changes" -....r...