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Yoko

I knew what I was saying was hurting. It pained me as well. But I knew Akutagawa, and that meant he would never let go. He would keep searching for me. Follow me blindly.

Just like when we were kids. When he first came to the Port Mafia he seemed so scarred, so damaged.

He was just like me.

We grew close just out of curiosity of one another. What I had felt for him back then was deeper than family.

But times change. And so do people.

"Will you even consider coming back one day?" He pleaded. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his head.

"Perhaps when the day comes that you're taller than me. Until then, hold down the fort." I smiled. His hand held onto my wrist as if he were afraid to let go.

"Yoko you don't have to do this."

I paused listening to the voices around me pleading, crying, screaming. Each becoming louder with every second. It grew deafening.

"Sorry Ryu. I do." And with that I walked away.

Don't turn around. Don't look back.

This is the first step. This is how you build up your facáde. This is how you change.

The rain poured relentlessly. Perhaps it was a mirror reflection of the emotions inside us.

The clouds are our hearts. And they let loose the feelings we keep bottled up. So in weather like this, we may cry to our heart's content.

~*~

Months passed. The rain stopped. But then came the drought. I became a different person. Emotion was alien to me.

The voices were quieter. I thinned their numbers, bringing myself some form of sanity.

Help me... I don't want to hurt anymore... save me from this place...

They linger. Echoing inside my head. Resonating from their sources. Searching to find me.

I can hear them. Their pleas. Their cries. I hear their pain.

I can hear them through my iron facáde.