"Masaro," he answerd.
Toushirou looked at him and smiled.
Patting his head he said.
"That's a nice name. Maybe if I've got the chance to have a son he might be like you that also have white hair," he said staring at the darkend sky."Well except for a foul mouth," he said chuckling as he heard Masaro muttering something about like 'I'm not like that,' or 'I'm a good boy,' and so on and so fort.
Moments later comfortable silence engulfed them as they watch the darkening sky.
But only to be distured when Toushirou's phone ringed while blinking and vibrating uncontrolably.
Swiping it to 'Answer' he put the phone close to his ear.
"Yes," he answerd.
"Taichou! The Commander said we can take a day off tommorow," Matsumoto said from the other line.
"Well that's unusual better grab it but don't go off to somewhere again," he said as if like a parent.
"Yes,yes," she said before the call ended.
He looked at his phone and noticed the time.
And read '6:54'."Masaro it's almost 7:00 pm don't you think you should go home?" Toushirou asked.
Masaro looked also at him as if thinking.
"Hmm, you're right. Then I'm going now," he said his bag pack on his back.
"Bye, bye, Mr.Police man," he bid waving goodbye.
Toushirou waved back smilling to him.
Masaro was silently walking along the side walk the light of the lamp post brightening his darkend path his fear feelling at ease.
He continue to walk a little bit faster than his previous speed.
But then a large hand grab his shoulder.
A unusual stinky smell engulfing the surroundings making Masaro want to pinch his nose to block the unwanted smell."You better come with me peacefully kid," a ragged voice said threathening.
Sending a chill to his spine.
He looked at the large hand to his shoulders and followed it as it extended and saw a half masked man tall, large and bulky person a killing entend in his eyes.Masaro's breathing hitch. Eye's widden in fright.
He wanted to move.
He wanted to run.
Run away from the scary man.
He wanted to be with his mom.But he can't move as if he's frozen to place cause of fear.
Cold sweat started to form from his forehead.He wanted to shout.
But he can't as if it was zipped.The man moved and about to grab him when Masaro struggled stepped on the man's shoes which caused the man to loose his grip from his shoulders and ran.
As fastly as he could.
"You bastard come here before I will kill you!" He shouted angrily.
Masaro just run like a mad man.
While thinking 'I'm not stupid to come back to you stinky man,' a reply to the man's earlier call to him.When he turned to a familiar corner he smilled.
But soon faded when he saw a figure.
Brown hair and tall and a indiffirent smirked on his face.
Which makes him scared as he slowly halted his steps."Wh-" but before he could finish his words.
A strong smell surrounded him and his vision started to blur."Just go to sleep Masaro," a alluring voice said before his vision turned black.
The man's smirked grew larger as he approach the unconcious kid laying on the concret.
Karin was confused when she saw their house was still dark.
Making her unconfortable."I got a bad feelling about this," she said to herself.
She tried to turn the knob and it was locked.
Which she took a sight of relief.Grabbing her keys from her backpack she unlocked her door and with a 'click' it opens.
It was dark and there no sign of movement at all.
It was a complete silence and darkness.She creep her hand to the smooth wall finding the switch.
She feel something wet and cold before she felt the familiar object.Pressing it bright light ellomenated the surrounding.
But shocked and her fear make the best of hear.
Unusual for a Kurosaki -specialy to her- she screamed painfully crying as she saw a frightening bloody words written on the wall.
Closing her eyes she run out off her house trying to call help.
Worry and horror on her eyes as the words she read on her wall keep bugging her.'I come back I'm glad to have your present,'
In a bold letters written in blood.
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Last Night
FanfictionIt was their last night together and the both of them want it to be memorable.