Scintillating - SemiShira ✔︎

Chapter 8

Kenjirou's fingers were grabbing to the official document harshly, eyes threatening to spill tears as he took in deep breaths. Fucking Goshiki Tsutomu. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that the person he would least expect really murdered their parents. He hated him so, so much but he was already dead. He couldn't really hate on a man that regretted his actions so deeply he decided to kill himself but then again, he could because frankly, if he hadn't gone forth with the stupid plan, then he would be alive and so would his parents.

He wondered if Eita had ever felt like killing himself as Tsutomu did. He wondered if those tear drops he first tattooed caused waterworks knowing of the atrocious crime he committed. He wondered if more criminal organization members had wanted to die after killing someone they loved.

Kenjirou took a deep breath, looking over the paper and noticed areas that were weirdly crumpled.

Oh, understandable. Tsutomu had been crying while signing the paper at the bottom and that much was visible. He fucking deserved those tears and no matter how much Kenjirou now hated him, he would have preferred Tsutomu alive and distanced as compared to dead on his way to cremation. Logically, he should have gone to jail but even Kenjirou knew that the Cartel didn't let their members go without a massive fight and he much rather prefer Tsutomu strolling freely as compared to half the police unit and their families dead. The Cartel were ride or die yet somehow, they didn't trust each other in the least.

There wasn't enough time on Earth to think about that so with a 'Thank you' and a sad smile at the police officer who handed him the will, Kenjirou made his way to the heavily tinted vehicle where Eita awaited him. He wondered how criminals could just drive around with such dark windows since it was literally illegal but then again, Eita probably had his twisted ways.

"How did it go?" Eita asked, warm eyes staring at the angle-bangled Doctor who sighed heavily.

"You read it yourself. I don't have energy."

"Oh, so it's really bad."

And so it was. Eita read through the whole thing, nodding every now and then as he seemingly understood exactly what Tsutomu was saying. Kenjirou didn't doubt that he knew and that made him feel worse because how did people who had such nice outside personalities become such questionable creatures? How did Eita, who seemed like the nicest person ever, live looking that innocent when he wasn’t?

Whatever, his task at hand, which required a break from work, was dealing with death certificates and possession claims. Tsutomu's possessions were easy to deal with, donating several things, selling some, selling his house he had just finished paying, but the one thing that he could not get rid of were his diplomas.

A diploma was extremely admirable and difficult to obtain and if Kenjirou were to die, he'd never want his destroyed. He'd respect it but everything else could go. Dealing with his parents' things was another situation when he was in another country but he didn't have the luxury to travel. Sure, his parents and his own wealth could have easily allowed him to go across seas back to his home country but he didn't have the mental strength to go across and face more police and Doctors.

With no face to make himself present and no other family members to help him out, Kenjirou was granted six months leeway until he had to make himself present lest the Japanese government take everything for themselves. Eita took it upon himself to watch over him during the evenings because although still risky, day was safer.

Kenjirou appreciated the action even though he still felt watched during his days at work which sometimes made him wish he would get shot over the constant stares. Why were they so adamant about killing him for witnessing a shootout? They could've easily walked in and killed him but part of him figured Eita's presence was keeping him safe. He asked Magui to get him another wig after realizing that he did, in fact, look like Tsutomu with it on and although he hardly thought wearing a wig worked to conceal his identity, he would pretend it did.