Makoto x Reader A Depressing Life

Shark

(Thanks again to all who are still continuing I read this story. *No hate vibe*)

Makoto saw his own shadow outline in front of him against the wall. It did seem a bit too dark surprisingly. Probably they had the windows covered up thickly.

Makoto kept the front door open behind him as the only light source there was. He slipped out his phone and turned on the flashlight. It provided only some light, but it was better than nothing. Makoto's arms were dotted with goosebumps as he walked further inside.

Everything seemed to be cleaned up after from what he experienced before. There was so much blood...

The memory gave him a wave of shudders, along with the coldness. The blood only belonged to his parents. He was really thankful Ran and Ren didn't get hurt. Dismissing the gruesome thoughts from his mind, he focused on looking around the place. He flashed the light. The kitchen. Yes, that was where the incident happened. Makoto narrowed his eyes and continued on, thrusting forward to the living room. Nothing there, please.

He looked around and finally managed to find a light switch. Makoto flicked it on and saw the familar living room. Nothing was messed up. Everything seemed to be in their normal places. Turning off his phone's flashlight, he saw that it was now at 56 percent. Better watch out.

Having a phone die on you wasn't pleasant. Makoto wandered about through the living room. He did miss this place; his house. It had so many funny memories with the Iwatobi Swim Club members. Makoto grinned as he remembered. Rei, Nagisa, Haru...

He suddenly wished they were all here. Reliving those memories would be great. Sighing to himself, he left the living room, and went to his room. A few floorboards creaked as his made his way inside. Nothing here was touched either.

Pulling out his drawers, he searched for clothes to take with him. Maybe if I went to my dorm... Shaking his head, he didn't want to stir up any worry with his dorm neighbors. This is my problem to worry about. Gathering the chosen clothing, he folded them neatly onto his bed.

As he grabbed them up, he heard something. It sounded like a sharp object was being raked across. That ear splitting noise made Makoto flinch uncomfortably. Jerking his head towards the door, he expected whatever it was to be there. But there was nothing.

Sudden fear entered him. Scratching the back of his neck, he tried to move his legs. It was nothing! He bit his lip, letting the taste of fresh blood overtake him. Out of his room, he looked around and still saw nothing. It's only me here.

That feeling still didn't lose its grip on him. Makoto clutched onto his clothing, and made his way back to the kitchen. He slid open the drawer containing the utensils. He eyed the knife uneasily as he gripped it. A defense he needed right now. Makoto wanted to be as caution as he could.

I won't kill anyone.

Pausing a moment to hear anything suspicious, he breathed out. "Hello?" he spoke out. No answer. Grabbing a good size bag near the counter, he placed his clothes down it. Makoto tightly gripped the knife as he walked into the living room. Going around, he noticed a few of Ran's and Ren's stuffed animals. He picked them up, feeling the hairs of his arms rise again.

One dolphin and shark.

Putting them inside the bag, he instantly dropped it when he heard it closer. Gripping the knife with both hands, he couldn't help but have that scared look on his face. "W-who's there?" he said more loudly.

Confidence was slowly draining away. As he took a step back, footsteps followed after his. They were heading towards the living room at a normal walking pace. Makoto gritted his teeth, holding up the knife. He wasn't ready to strike for a death blow, but for his own defense. He certainly wasn't the one to be a murderer.

With these thoughts swirling through his head, Makoto felt his heart increase its rate. The footsteps were heard clearly in his ears as the person showed their appearance. Makoto was as surprised when a gasp came out from him. Red maroon hair and dark clothing... "R-Rin?!" he exclaimed, nearly dropping the knife.

He looked at him, surprised as well. Raising an eyebrow, he frowned. "Didn't you see the restriction tape outside?" Annoyance was filled within his tone. Makoto blinked a couple of times. "Wait, w-what are you d-doing here?" he stammered, almost dazed.

Rin crossed his arms in front of his chest. He gave Makoto a narrowed crimson gaze. "I'm checking up here," he replied blankly. "My department wants this house to have no trespassers. But since this is your house, I guess you're off the hook for getting a ticket."

Rin paused and took a step forward towards Makoto. He shifted his gaze to what he was holding. This made the sharp toothed policemen widened his eyes for a quick second. His facial expression returned back to that unimpressed look soon after.

"Makoto, holding a knife? This looks new. What's going on here? Trying to find out who killed your parents?" he questioned.

Small amusement was sounded in his voice. Makoto felt heat sweating up the palms of his hands. Trying to stand straight, it didn't seem to work. Appearing weak in front of Rin wasn't what he was aiming for. I can't do that any longer... Makoto was determined to not collapse in front of him. He knew he'd be ashamed. But that shame already burned inside of him.

Looking boldly into Rin's eyes, Makoto softened his grip on he knife. "I came here for some clothing," he told him. "While I-I was, I heard something being scratched. I was feeling creeped out so I took a knife as my defense."

Makoto looked into Rin's cold gaze, but couldn't get anything out of it. It was only solid. Haru himself was always the one emotionless, never showing any signs of what he was feeling. No one could read him. Yet now, Rin was slowly making his way toward that. But not completely. He avoided Makoto's gaze swiftly.

Look at me.

This has been happening a lot recently with his encounters; avoiding eye contact. Maybe he was hiding something and being cautious. Rin still was readable after all then.

Makoto held up the knife, the pointed end up. He loosened his gripped and let it fall with a tiny thud. "I'm not planning on getting revenge," he murmured. "I've had enough with blood," he added, feeling his chapped, blood encrusted lips.

Rin smirked. Why was Makoto trying hard to prove himself to Rin? He's my friend! For some reason, he still gave him chills. He wondered how Haru would react to this. Facing Rin again, he sighed lowly. "Please, just answer this," Makoto began, "has the murderer been found out?"

Rin still didn't make eye contact. "It hasn't been justified... yet," he replied. "The person who killed your parents seemed to have left no trace behind. What a genius," he added, still smirking.

Makoto felt his shoulders tense. Why wasn't he taking this seriously?

"Besides," Rin continued, "I don't get much information from murder cases such as this. My department isn't so big on spilling the bits with us. But I'll try to obtain something."

Rin turned and looked at him this time. A strong silence filled the room. Quickly breaking it, Rin murmured, "Try talking to Sousuke, see if he has anything to tell."

Makoto completely forgot about Sousuke. I'm a horrible friend. Rin took a step forward and began to head out.

"Just make sure to close the door on your way out," he said. Makoto watched him go, feeling disbelief. He's leaving me again... Why? There was no answer.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Makoto went after him. He spun Rin around with a rough tug of his shoulder, making him face him. His eyes were widened in surprise. Makoto needed to know now. What Rin had told him wasn't the direct answer. 

"D-did you kill my parents??" he demanded. Makoto this time could see the maroon-haired swimmer's sharp like fangs glisten.