The Rain Patters Down like Blood

Chapter 10: Cries of Help Answered

REFERENCED SELF HARM

Sanemi sat back on the couch, trying to hold his tears. He didn't want anyone to know, but everyone does.

Oyakata sighed. "Alright, Sanemi. You have a therapist appointment tomorrow. You have to come, my child. I'm–." he coughed. "I'm sorry I didn't notice before." He bowed.

Sanemi's thoughts circled his head like a circus. He felt bile rising up on his throat, so he opened his water bottle and took a sip.

The cool water overpowered the inflammation that was about to pop right out. Sanemi looked down.

The hashiras were looking. Even Giyuu looked outstanded. At least, though, Giyuu showed emotion.

Sanemi was silent.

After that, he went to the park. He saw Mitsuri tied up to a post.

He looked closer, seeing Iguro cry. Sanemi had an urge to look closer.

The only thing he looked closer, though, was also tied by an underlying figure. He looked back. Periwinkle eyes met oceanic blue.

It was Tomioka Giyuu. "Shinazugawa-san. Mitsuri has the Obitum virus. Don't. Just keep hold of Obanai-san."

Hatred fell deep into Sanemi. "Shut up! Shut up!" Sanemi cried, though Giyuu ignored it. "Iguro won't forgive me! Mitsuri won't forgive me! I keep on losing everyone! I won't lose them, okay?!"

Giyuu, this time, batted an eye. Sanemi kept on growling, Giyuu both tightened and loosened his grip. "Sanemi, I know. I lost Tsutako nee-san. I get it."

"You don't! Stop comparing me to you! You don't know anything about me! Every family member of mine died! Genya died! So shut up!" He screamed, letting go and dashing to Mitsuri.

The wind was by his side. His purple eyes glowed in the shade beneath the strands of white hair. He ran like the wind, and in seconds, he reached Mitsuri. He began trying to untie it, but he wasn't strong enough. The ropes holding Mitsuri's crying figure were tight.

Obanai was also crying. His tears run down his cheek with sudden defeat. "I'm sorry, Mitsuri–"

Kakushi surrounded them with injections. After injecting Mitsuri with one, they smiled as it worked.

Though, their smiles dropped when Mitsuri's fingers were emblazoned with flames. They gave an antidote. The medicine–hopefully, medicine–flowed through her veins. Then, when it finally worked, Mitsuri was freed. Sanemi stood silent.

Iguro looked at Mitsuri after the 2 were released. There was a line of folds where the rope and the cloth met.

"Kanroji-san!" He screamed. Mitsuri wrapped his arms around Iguro. Her warmth transferred to Iguro's heart. "I'm sorry."

Mitsuri cupped Iguro's cheek with love. "Don't be sorry, Iguro-kun..!" she smiled, gleefully.

After the procession, Sanemi sighed. It started snowing. He didn't bring an umbrella, nor a jacket. He shivered, but didn't care about the cold. It never really bothered him, even in the coldest of nights. It didn't really feel good, though. He didn't also like the fact there weren't any heaters in autumn. It was pretty cold.

He was pretty rich and pretty poor. He didn't have any money from the Onigiri shop, but he did inherit the money of his parents. Sanemi got about 10 million Yen in his pocket. He stashed the 8 million somewhere in a chest under his bed, with 3 locks outside. It was pretty safe.

"Sanemi-san." Kanae worried. "Do you have a jacket, Sanemi? Why are you–"

"I'm fine, Kocho-san. Go." He commanded, Kanae looked at him, but she scattered off. He was going to the lounge again.