Limerance

Chapter 44

With Yukio and Hikaru kicked off the train, it slowed to a halt after a few minutes. You wasted no time rushing to help Inoue, who lay unconscious on the ground. His shallow breathing and bruised body told you he was barely hanging on. You fumbled for your phone, calling Kenji for help.

With Inoue barely clinging to life, you had no choice but to leave him for the medics and head towards his house. The silence as you approached was suffocating, each step echoing in the eerily quiet streets. The house itself was a wreck, as though someone had turned it upside down searching for something valuable. But you knew better; the vandals were clever enough to disguise their true intentions as a simple robbery.

Who did this hikaru Or yukio.? Or both. But both of them did not have enough time for this. Was there someone else here.?You could only wonder what had happened here.

Every fiber of your being hoped that Inoue's family had somehow escaped the violence, but reality hit you like a sledgehammer as you stepped into the kitchen. The first thing you saw was a family photo, spattered with blood. It was Inoue, his older sister, and his parents, all smiling brightly as they celebrated his eighth birthday.

Your heart clenched in agony as you forced yourself to look further. The metallic stench of blood filled your nostrils, confirming your worst fears. Three bodies lay sprawled on the floor, lifeless and soaked in their own blood. You fell to your knees, sobbing uncontrollably, the weight of the horror crushing your spirit.

As you wept, the distant wail of police and ambulance sirens grew louder. Panic surged through you. You couldn't be found here, not like this. You fled the house, finding a secluded spot to hide until Kenji arrived. He whisked you back to the hospital, your clothes still stained with the blood of Inoue's family.

In the hospital room, you sat beside Yasumi, who eyed you with a mix of concern and anger. She couldn't understand why you were covered in blood, why you were so haunted.

"Who hurt you, Y/N?" she demanded, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please, tell me."

"It's not... mine," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible. "I can't tell—"

The sting of Yasumi's slap took you by surprise, forcing you to look down at your bloodstained hands. The sudden physical pain was almost a relief. But then, Yasumi' s arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"Stop hiding. Please stop hiding it from me. I know something is going on. We are sisters. If I am not the one to help you, who will?" she sobbed, her tears soaking into your shoulder.

Her words broke through your defenses, and you hugged her back, the weight of your secrets finally too heavy to bear alone. With a trembling voice, you began to tell her everything, your terror and sorrow spilling out in a torrent of words and tears.

“Why didn't you tell me?” Yasumi cried, sinking to the ground and pounding her fists on the tiles. Her distress drew stares from the people around you, who were already unnerved by your bloodstained clothes and haggard appearance.

"Stop. It's okay. I will take care of everything. Don't worry," you said, trying to smile and reassure her, but Yasumi remained inconsolable. The realization that Sayuri was gone while Ichigo was still alive left her in a whirlwind of emotions. This was why you had kept her in the dark.

Buzz buzz.

"It's... them," Yasumi quivered, seeing your phone buzz.