The last color of odds ~ satosugu

2. 𝘼 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮

"so?"'
Getou swallowed dry, he'd accepted the ride on a whim wanting  irrationally. He was no longer watching   to prove his courage, to prove himself to God.
He was going mad certainly.
He took advantage of the madness. With his long fingers getou took the protection of the other's hand  receiving a lopsided smile in response.
As he put on the helmet  he heard the whitehead  ask
"So are you gonna tell me where you live?"

No way.

Suguru was determined yes but he wouldn't tell a random boy he met on the street at 2:00 a.m. his address especially when he most definitely had just gotten out of an illegal motorcycle race.

"What about your race?" Getou reminded him remembering the, now missing noises in an attempt to escape the previous question. "Don't you want to finish it?"

The whitehead shook his head pointing to a sleek trail of gasoline further down the street.

"The other guy was right next to me." Suguru hadn't even noticed the presence of another driver with the whitehead , punishing himself mentally for the lack of attention he'd shown earlier. "But it doesn't matter, I think I've found something far more fun than doing wheelies."

Getou rethought his choices  maybe it would be better to go alone. The kid was a racing biker after all  how safely could he drive?

"I like speed not hospitals." The whitehead pulled him out of his thoughts. He seemed to have read suguru's mind and if he wasn't so overwhelmed, the shorter boy would have found the energy been frightened by it. "If I'm not wearing a helmet I'll have to be even more careful. You're not gonna die now - suguru ."

There was no proof of what the whitehead said but getou chose to believe in the veracity of the statement. If the boy wanted something tragic he wouldn't have stopped before he bumped into him earlier.
Maybe he should accept. He wouldn't let his parents see the boy, more than that he'd make the whitehead leave him far away from his house.
The cold still hung in the air and along with the invasive pulse of his wound it made
Suguru increasingly disturbed.

He needed to go home.

"Five streets ahead then three to the left."
The whitehead narrowed his eyes.

Suguru transferred the weight from one foot to the other.
It wasn't where he lived but it was close enough, a few more quarters and he'd get there. As much as he wanted to get off the streets as soon as possible there wasn't the slightest chance he'd trust the boy enough to tell him his address.

"Are you just gonna stand there?"
Smiling the boy indicated the place behind him with his head.

In the dim moonlight getou saw the contours of the other's face.
his lips bent, pulled to one side and his eyes seemed to display a crystalized blueish shade like the vast sky that the long-haired was not part of. He smiled like the actual pearl cat  and getou came to like less and less his copy of Caroll's work at home.
The boy was strange, dangerous and certainly the worst influence the devotee could have.

Getou sat down taking the necessary care not to touch him in any way.

Looking over the other's white strands, he realized for the first time that they were still in the middle of the street. They'd never even left.

In addition to a few more pieces of glass like the one that had entered his skin, the street was deserted. The noise of the race still persisted but getou couldn't tell if there were actual people partying at the time or if it was all just a buzz from the past remaining in his mind.
He was lost.

"Suguru." the whitehead started turning his face halfway towards the other "this ain't gonna work get up."

Frowning, suguru obeyed.
He wondered if the boy was toying with him.