Daylight - Sanegiyuu

We weren't that close, were we?

(A/N): https://pin.it/1OVuvUTKd

Giyuu:

"Giyuu! Giyuu! Hey, wake up, okay?" a calm, deep voice whispers in my ear. 

I blink and look around and there it was, the classroom where we have boring lessons and where I sleep. I sit at the back, in the corners, but unfortunately not next to the window, otherwise I would have looked out of the window every time and dreamt. 

The classroom is completely empty. Only Sabito is waiting for me. I look at the clock and realize that school is already over. I stand up, put my things away and finally step beside him. 

He looks at me with a smile and we start walking at our own pace. If someone had seen us from the outside, they would certainly have noticed that we were walking in sync. And whenever someone stopped, the other person would wait for the other until the other person came back. 

Often we wouldn't say anything as we walked home. But it wasn't an awkward silence that you would have with people who weren't so close. It was more the silence that didn't bother us. It wouldn't destroy our friendship the way it would with others. 

I look at him and smile. "What's wrong?" he asks, confused, but smiles. 

"How long have we known each other?" I ask him. He frowns, but finally answers: "Thirteen years. That's a very long time." 

I look at him: "It's as if I know you inside out! 

You're like a brother to me, I can tell you everything and you can tell me." 

His smile slowly fades. He looks depressed and sad. 

"Come on, let's just go home!" 

That's right. 

I used to think that. 

That was back then, when everything was still okay. 

When we weren't agents. When he was still alive. 

And now I wonder if we can really tell each other everything. Whether we were really like brothers, or whether we were just friends. 

I blink and ask again: "I'm sorry, but what did you say again?" I look at the woman in front of me and she repeats her words: "I asked you if you could remember what that man who molested you looked like." 

Oh, yes. "He had violet eyes, was a bit older, about forty, and had orange hair. Now that I think about it, he looks vaguely familiar, like a person I knew.

The woman gets up and leaves the room, leaving me alone in her office. 

I put on my gloves, take a quick look around and start opening all the drawers. The adrenaline is pumping through my veins and the excitement of doing something exciting has returned. 

My body still remembers being an agent, but in my mind it's no longer so relevant. I discover lots of UBS sticks with letters on them. These are probably the files of the people from this town. I look for the letter S. 

But slowly I hear someone approaching the door. I rummage and rummage. The door handle is slowly pushed open and the gap opens. "Bingo," I say quietly. 

When the same woman comes in as before, she looks at me quizzically. I sit in my chair, my hand in my sweater and a little sweaty. She had probably heard my bingo. 

I look her in the eye. "So, what have you found out now?" I ask her. She opens her mouth slowly and finally answers: "You'll have to come back in two days. We need to do a few more measurements and background checks."