❝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ❞
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When a false drug scandal ends up intertwining the lives of a civil engineer i...
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The evening was drowning in roars of sirens and screeching tires, metal clinking and soles of hard leather scraping hard and fast against the concrete floors. Your head was filled with cotton, it encompassed every crevice under your cranium, when morning would come, the sunlight would kiss it with its all too consuming warmth and it would be set alight. For now, it buzzed distortedly against your bones. A large bag full of groceries lay discarded on the floor, ripped along its seams with its contents tumbling out of it, forgotten against the scream of the world.
"What's happening? Kirara, what's going on?" You walked dumbly across the road, feet picking up pace as you neared the iron gates of your residence.
"What's going on?!" You ask, frantic now as a uniformed officer shoves Hakari down, his jaw squarely hitting the gravel that surrounded the makeshift koi pond in your shared yard.
At your frantic words, one of the three officers looked up at you, eyes filled with animosity, undirected, one that sought a path to navigate through. And you cowered at the blatant display of hostility. And against the loudness of the night, shouted out precautionary warnings, something along the lines of withdraw, hold back, armed, lawyers, it fell down their mouths like blotches of ink down the mouth of a faulty pen, splattering in uneven blotches.
"You can't do-"
"They have a permit, a notice, whatever they call this piece of junk (Y/n)." Kirara cut you off halfway as she stood up and walked to you, handing you a crisp sheet of paper crumpled around the edges. Its contents printed out in large bold letters, something about an arrest warrant, something about unlawful possession, something about discovery of contrabands, of lysergide and amphetamines heroin.
You turned to face her as the uniformed men cuffed and shoved Hakari into their vans, red and blue light sparkling against the neighbourhood ones, where people huddled around their doors and windows, catching glimpses of whatever was going on. Your face was contorted in a grimace, eyes widened in unspoken confusion at both, the uncanny situation and Kirara's lack of response to it. You searched her face for an answer, but found none.
The night was supposed to be relaxing, fun even. Tonight marked the last week of the end of the last semester, by the next week all three of you would be starting second year in university with you finally having enough credits to drop your advanced calculus class, this was supposed to be celebratory, but your arrival to your two bedroom house had been greeted by a hoard of police cars and sirens blaring wildly with Hakari being dragged to and fro from the doorstep to the lawn to the main gates.
Kirara's face was mostly neutral except for the deep furrow in her brow. She remained rooted to her spot next to you. Showing no signs or intent of moving.
"I'm not sitting by while they take him away!" You yelled at her before tossing the paper midair and darting towards their vans, thrashing violently against one of the men who stood by the door.
