evidence is key -(kazufuyu)

Friends?

NOTE : I apologise for the long time I took of I do agree that it was long, i was hospitalized for persanal reasons,for a apology gift  the next 3 chaptes shall be longer. I do appreciate your time reading this. As the damages were quite effective i needed much more time to rest please excuse my tardiness. I appreciate your time reading this.

Mentions of alhacol and cigarettes⚠️
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Chifuyu's home was chifuyu's safe space. To get away from everything to feel comfortable and peaceful. So far he had never imagined himself invitingly welcoming someone who he had previously in the past hated so much. Kazutora. What happened that day would chifuyu ever hate to remember again, And it had become fate itself. Bajis death had belonged to a sad death,he was only 15 chifuyu just wished he could have turned back time, But time itself is ticking. Chifuyu was caught up in a serious attack and it had led to chifuyu's home destroyed.after the incident chifuyu had carried kazutora to a hotel nearby. He had an idea to who had caused this.
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He fell asleep thinking to much. Chifuyu has yet to know if they were safe. Having known that of the incident that had happened. It really was a decision of me or you he'd thought. He really had confusing feelings about kazutora. Did he hate or sensibly feel sorry for him. Though the only reason chifuyu cares is because baji was his friend. He sometimes reminds him of baji.kazutora he means.

Too much thoughts.
He then fell asleep.
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1 hour has passed.
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4 hours have passed.
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7 hours have passed. Kazutora has awoken from his little sleeping session. Last he could remember was sleeping, he felt tired despite it already being night time.He hasn't moved yet. He forgot everything that had happened after he woken up or his mind was just very tired,so much he could ever forget how to think. His body was aching and hurting any movement or motion would make kazutora groan in pain or make him sharply inhale,this was truly painful and irritating. He decided he wanted to stay in the bed,considering had no intention of making it more hard on his body, he sincerely wanted to just rest and rethink evrything.

He had looked up at the pure white ceiling,specifically the ceiling had a print of flowers and lines on every corner, every inch and depth of the room,the room had some type of print. What a strange way of decorating he'd thought. The walls were a pure white aswell. Where was he?
This was not the previous room he had been in. Strange indeed. He had sat up using all his strength in his body he had spent up and pulled himself in a sitting position. He looked at his abdomen seeing bandages. He looks up to the doorway in the distance of the room he was in now amd the living room,whitch than of revealing a man sitting with his back turned away from kazutora's 'make shift room' he had woken up to. He saw he had papers surrounding him. Was chifuyu a workaholic or something?

He than carefully lifted his feet to the side of the bed and looking at the floor had he realized it wasn't anything like chifuyu's floor either. Where were they? The one thing that had deemed strange enough was the fact that he was injured,might chifuyu know anything about this? He'd thought.Very confused and altered he stood up holding the side of his bandaged side, hissing at every movement made at his abdomen.

He had felt dizzy and his hair was a mess. How long was he out? Carefully walking through the halls his feet softly kiliding with the wooden floors. His hand placed firmly against the white walls, dragging it against the material that felt gruff and the cold air running through his soft hair. Yes this was indeed not chifuyu's house. He walked carefully as seen there was no light in this hall. He walked for a few seconds before reaching the kitchen, neatly designed with white counters and expensive looking equipment. Who actually has money to buy all of this,jeez.

His thoughts had disappeared for a split second when he had heard the wind howling against the closed window. His attention wandered else were to a glass table that had 2 seats neatly tucked under the table. He walked towards the table and saw a grey ash tray with a burned out cigarette still burning. Someone was just in here, his attention than turned to a freshly opened packet of cigarettes. A lighter and a cold glass of whiskey, neatly placed on the edge of the glass table. The window was slightly cracked open. Apart from the signs of somone had been here. There was none. Kazutora has had many interesting encounters with, smokers,drug dealers,alcoholic's and drunkards of other sort mumbling and slurring of words, but this particular encounter had made kazutora think. Think of the past,himself and those he had hurt. Why think of that now?