Human Trash

Fire(8)

As the days passed in the wake of Takahashi's sudden departure, a heavy cloud of sorrow hung over the trio like a shroud. The loss of their beloved guardian weighed heavily on their hearts, casting a shadow over their every move. Yet, amidst their grief, they found themselves faced with a daunting new reality: the looming threat of eviction from the only home they had ever known.

The sudden deaths that seemed to plague their lives only added to their sense of unease, leaving them feeling vulnerable and exposed. With Takahashi gone, they were left to confront the harsh truth that their sanctuary was now in jeopardy.

Despite the turmoil that surrounded them, Jetto, Rester, and Alvia knew they had no choice but to prepare for their imminent departure. The handmaidens of the house offered their heartfelt apologies for the abruptness of the situation, their eyes filled with sympathy and regret. They understood all too well the gravity of the circumstances that forced them to leave.

"It's not your fault," Jetto assured them, his voice tinged with resignation. "We knew this day would come eventually."

With heavy hearts, they began to pack their belongings, each item a painful reminder of the life they were leaving behind. The thought of leaving the place they had called home for so long filled them with a sense of profound loss and uncertainty.

But even as they prepared to bid farewell to the only home they had ever known, they found solace in the knowledge that the children from the orphanage were now safe and cared for in loving foster families. The nurses who had dedicated themselves to the well-being of the children could rest assured knowing that they had done everything in their power to ensure their continued safety and happiness.

***

Yokohama inner districts
Dahlila high school
8:30 am

Classes had commenced half an hour ago, yet Alvia's mind was consumed with thoughts of Takahashi's mysterious death. Despite the weight of upcoming exams and the hustle and bustle of preparations for the Summer Festival, her thoughts kept drifting back to the unsettling circumstances surrounding their beloved guardian's passing. While some might attribute it to the natural course of aging, Alvia couldn't shake the feeling of skepticism that gnawed at her mind.

As the clock ticked towards the end of the lesson, Ouran dismissed the class precisely at fifty-five minutes past eight. Without a moment's hesitation, Alvia bolted out of the classroom door, her urgency evident in every hurried step she took. Ouran watched her departure with a surprised expression, unable to intervene as his allotted time for teaching had come to an end.

Alvia dashed down the hallway, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she peered into each classroom she passed, searching for someone specific. Finally, she came to a stop in front of one particular classroom, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Gripping the doorframe tightly, she scanned the faces of the students inside until her eyes landed on the one she was seeking.

"You," she muttered under her breath, determination flashing in her eyes as she marched into the room, her gaze fixed on a young boy sitting at his desk. Startled by her sudden entrance, the boy flinched and looked up at her with glassy blue eyes, his features painted with an expression of confusion and apprehension.

"D-do I know you, Neesan?" he stammered, his voice trembling slightly as he addressed Alvia. Despite his nervousness, there was an undeniable sweetness to his demeanor, his pale pink lips forming the words with a hint of uncertainty.

From the distinct uniform he wore, Alvia could discern that he was her junior, a year younger than her. She took in his appearance - a boy who seemed out of place in the midst of her frantic search.