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A once delicate heart, as calm as the ocean now sit, still in the chest of the stone faced male. As he lay unconscious on the hard wood floors of his estate, Blood seeping from his wound. Slowly loosing his sense of reality, he...
Chapter 013 Recap; Giyuu meets up with The master of the mansion, he shares things he'd never thought he'd get too. An hour later he leaves, heading towards his estate. He opens the door to find a horrific sight on his living room floor.
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He stood in the door way, jaw dropped to the floor. There was blood stains all over the floors and counters. He was shaking. He was panicking. He was hyperventilating. He didn't want to deal with this right now.
The worst part was the awful stench that wavered in the estate. It smelt like death. It'd been weeks and nobody could bring themselves to enter Giyuu's estate and clean. (I know they have people who could but they didn't wish to leave this for them)
He gagged. He closed the door immediately, gasping as he did. It was such a horrible and bloodied scene.
The fact no one cared to clean his estate after his disappearance bothered him. 'They don't care.'
That voice was back. The one he so often heard, he knew it was himself telling him these things. He couldn't bring himself to say he hates himself. Although it's so clearly obvious. He stood in front of the door a few years streaming down his face.
"They do care.." He murmured to himself, sitting down on the porch of his estate. The smell of blood still lingering on his clothes.
'You don't know that Giyuu. They didn't even care to take care of your estate while you were gone~!! How careless of them. Although, you shouldn't have expected anything in the first place. You know they wouldn't have done it even if you asked.'
The tears kept flowing down his cheeks, he grabbed his hair, pulling it over his eyes as the different sleeves of his haori absorbed the salty tears on his face.
"They just didn't think about it. They do care.. if they didn't why'd they go through all this trouble." He kept saying to himself. Questioning every possiblity until the worst one popped into his mind.
'They needed to make it believable, didn't they Giyuu.?'
He sat on the wooden floors of the porch, chewing on his haori sleeve. Tears staining his cheeks. He was about to head inside until he heard footsteps not to far behind him.
"What do you need." He said, still facing the door. He didn't want them to see his face. He knew it looked liked he'd been crying. He didn't want it to be that obvious.
"I just thought I'd check on you.." He heard a familiar rough sounding voice say. He turned around slightly to see white out of the corner of his eye.
"Shinazugawa?" He asked, his voice breaking as he said it. His hand wavering over the slide open door. He heard the other walk closer and place his hand on his shoulder. That same feeling came back. One of reassurance.
He leaned into the touch a bit too much, and Sanemi noticed. "You okay shithead?" He asked, removing his hand. Giyuu jolted at the words, nodding his head quickly.
"I do have to get going." He said, shuffling even closer to the door. Opening it slightly, only to gag at the smell once again. "Woah- Why the actual fuck does it smell like death invaded your house?" Sanemi asked, raising his non-existent brow in confusion.
"Its fine.. I just have to clean. No one bothered too when I was gone." He said, walking into the house, tears invading his eyes due to the smell. Before he could slide the door shut, Sanemi grabbed the end that opened and pulled it open. A shocked expression in his eyes.
"Uhm... The fuck happened that night Tomioka?" He asked his voice surprised, he looked around to see a pool of dried out blood on the floor, smaller drops trailing up the stairs.
"I don't remember much. I passed out." He replied blankly, his voice muffled as he traveled up stairs. The farther they went the worse the smell got. Tears were forming in the ravenette's eyes.
"The hell.." Sanemi mumbled, now covering his face with his sleeve. He could bare a bit of a nasty smell but this was overwhelming to even him.
Giyuu stopped at the top of the stairs, another repulsive sight met his eyes. The pool of blood in the hallway floor, seeping under the door to his room.
"Okay, what the hell happened Tomioka." Sanemi asked, his tone harsher and more seriously than before. "I told you. I don't remember." he replied quietly.
"Well your estate is obviously a mess!? Why didn't you ask someone's to clean your estate fuckwad!?" He asked, Giyuu felt like he could pass out. All the yelling and the smell was giving him a headache.
The only words he heard before he blacked out were 'Tomioka.' And everything went silent, he hit the blood stained floor with a thud.
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Words; 825
Date; Feb, 22nd, 2023.
Author's note; I'm so sorry this is a shorter chapter, I've been trying to keep things longer but I have severe writers block at the moment, thank you so much for all the encouraging comments, votes on my book, and views♥️♥️ - Dearest Author, Caspian.
