Bungo Stray Dogs : Stormbringer

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【 But leaving that day wasn't so easy.

Someone called out to stop him right as he was leaving the factory grounds. The boy was about to ignore it, but stopped when he recognized just who it was calling out to him. 】

"Manager." The boy said. "Did you need something?"

"Ahh, you, oh you. Sorry, but would mind coming with me for a second?"

The factory manager was the highest authority in the entire factory, with a head of gray hair and glasses on his face. How troubling. The factory manager seldom spoke with end-line workers such as the boy. He only ever saw the factory manager's face on a picture on the workshop's wall.

"No, uh, I was just on my way out." The boy said bluntly.

"Never mind that, just come with me. You have a visitor who's waiting for you. Come on, hurry."

The factory manager grabbed the boy's hand. As he was trying to break free, he realized the manager's hands were shaking and the blood had drained from his face. The manager was always worried about how long employees were working.

The factory manager was scared of something.

He had no choice but to follow him.

They were heading towards a reception room. It was the only place in the factory that they had spent money on. From behind the oak doors decorated with gold, the scent of coffee drifted through the air. He had made a drink for whoever was waiting.

The boy had no idea who it could be. A visitor? I don't have any friends who try and contact me. Just a year ago, I had tons of friends who would have come just to see the color of my face. But now, no one comes to visit me. No one.

So who in the world could have come?

The factory manager knocked on the door before entering. The boy followed.

And the person who's face he saw there was the last person he was expecting to see.

"....Chuuya."

There were two people in the reception room. One was a tall European in a blue suit, probably a detective.

And the other one was Nakahara Chuuya. His old friend.

Chuuya looked at the boy, his face devoid of expression, and stood up.

"Shirase." Chuuya spoke in a low, intense voice. "It's been a while."

The boy called Shirase grabbed a flower vase that was within reach.

And threw it at Chuuya.

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This was an unexpected situation.

I thought that there would surely be excitement and hugs of joy at this reunion. That's what happened in most of the films I watched to study up on human beings.

But the boy with the name Shirase had thrown a vase.

I tried to stop the vase, but I didn't make it in time. It hit Chuuya-sama directly on the forehead and dramatically broke apart. The pieces flew in the air at a rather preposterous speed. I quickly realized that it was a result of his gravity manipulation, and the moment it had touched him he used his ability to break the vase apart. So, the impact wouldn't have caused any pain.

But unfortunately, there were live flowers in the vase.

Meaning, there was water.

As water dripped down from his head, Chuuya-sama said, "What the hell are you doing, Shirase?" His voice was flat and emotionless, like he wasn't the least bit surprised. "This is cold, you know."