Scintillating - SemiShira ✔︎

Chapter 5

Turns out, Sebas was much more persistent than Kenjirou thought and much more suspicious as well. He couldn't stop asking for a date, shamelessly, one might add, so when he was already on the four hundred ninety-seventh plea in the second week, Kenjirou still had no intentions to agree. Except there came a time when he had no choice but to agree, once shit suddenly hit the fan, and left him literally wanting to die.

The pain he felt was unbearable and utterly regurgitation-inducing. He had been in the cafeteria getting a snack, the time being roughly around dinner time but he wasn't in the mood of eating a solid meal. That's when shit the fan.

"Kenjirou! Kenjirou!" Tsutomu frantically yelled, his bag around his shoulder in preparation to go home, yet tears streamed down his face heavily. Snot threatened to fall out and his eyes were red as hell. He looked like shit. Rapid-fire Japanese came out of his mouth and although that was Kenjirou's Mother tongue, he understood not a thing. Not with the way he gasped and hiccupped between each syllable.

"Woah, woah, slow down. Try again."

"Your pa-parents are dead!" Tsutomu wailed, collapsing against Kenjirou as he froze and felt his nose burn. "The authorities w-were trying to call you but yo-you didn't answer so they called me! They've been dead for a week!"

"How?! I spoke to them two days ago!" Kenjirou stated, mind attempting to wrap around the situation as he absentmindedly wrapped his arms around Tsutomu, tears pooling out his eyes silently, nearly out of instinct.

"They said their murderer set- set the phone to answer questions like a- a normal conversation and prerecorded voice notes. I don't know h-how it was done but it worked until someone realized the answers didn't match their questions and checked on- on them."

Kenjirou could understand Tsutomu's pain. Tsutomu didn't have parents and Kenjirou, who was the only child as well as had rich parents, took him in and sponsored his studies. He never despised Tsutomu because of that but instead because he was an annoying little shit. But as they stood there crying together, Kenjirou allowed his annoyance to melt away as he hugged his little 'brother' with all the pain in his heart.

"Why? Why them?" Kenjirou cried. "What did I do? Or What did they do?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Tsutomu whispered, so much pain in his shaky voice that it made the copper-haired want to collapse on the floor in an undignified heap and be escorted on an emergency stretcher bed. Tsutomu seemed to be the most affected, shivering and letting out strangled cries and breaths.

It was going to be a long night and Kenjirou wasn't ready.

Word travelled that the two foreign Doctors had had a breakdown and word travelled about the deaths. Tsutomu must have been the one talking because hell knew Kenjirou would rather eat dirt than talk.

"I heard about your parents. I feel so, so bad for you. Something similar happened to my own parents," Sebas consoled, gently patting Kenjirou's shoulder two days after the news.

His eyes were still red and his mood was still gloomy but he was holding up quite nicely, unlike Tsutomu, who must have been going through so much after losing not only his real parents but now his adoptive parents.

"Sad."

"I know,” Sebas whispered dumbly. He peered closely at Kenjirou, trying to figure out a way to make him feel even the slightest bit better. Kenjirou seemed hard to please which made it all the more difficult but Sebas figured he could manage. “I can take you out to make you feel better. Promise it isn't a romantic date but as a friend wishing you an easy mourning."

And because Kenjirou was in a state of misery, he nodded sadly but agreeing with the simple action made him think of Eita staring at him with concern and he swallowed.