crying // oumasai - discontinued.

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ouma

the small leader sat on his bed, tears streaming down his face. knees brought to his chest, he clutched onto them for dear life. he just witnessed his best friend's murder. he could've stopped it. if he had just stood by his side.

kaito momota. age 18 and an aspiring astrologist.

ouma just buried into his knees even more, staining his jeans with tears. he couldn't care less. the only two things that ouma wished for were that momota were alive. and that no one would walk in.

i suppose he wished that the latter came true.

as the door made noise, ouma covered his mouth desperately. he stared wide eyed at the banging at the door, tears still sliding down his porcelain cheeks. "ouma-kun?" a familiar feminine voice called out.

shuichi saihara. age 17 and an aspiring detective.

ouma tried his hardest to not let his cries escape his mouth, biting on his lip. "ouma-kun? are you okay?" the detective once again spoke up. ouma didn't reply. saihara began to worry slightly, this wasn't like ouma. he would've at least said something by now. "i'm coming in, okay?.." saihara said calmly, hand on the handle. panic setting in, ouma jumped at the door just as saihara barely opened the wood. "no!" he cried out as he pinned his back against the door.

saihara flinched slightly, looking at where the smaller boy had cried from. "no..." ouma repeated, meeker this time. saihara felt his heart drop at the sound of the small boy. "ouma-kun.. please let me in." he said softly. ouma buried his head into his sweater sleeve. "please." saihara said quietly. ouma finally gave way to saihara's pleas and slowly moved away from the door. he got up and sat on his bed once more, allowing the aspiring detective to enter.

saihara looked around the small room. papers were spread everywhere in a panicked mess, some teared whereas others were crumpled into balls. his heart sank as he looked at the small boy. his cheeks were stained with tears as he stared at the floor. "saihara-chan.." ouma managed to muster.

"don't tell anyone."

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well this was nice to write.

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