Shatter | Chanbaek [HIATUS]

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"Honey, what do we do?" Atsuko's puffy red eyes stares at her husband, still depressed over the death of her daughter. She needed someone to blame; it was a way for humans to cope with something.

"Atsuko.. We can't do anything but wait for news from the police." Her husband sighs, patting her back. He wished he could help, but not even him, her partner for life, could make her feel better.

"I can't just stay here forever, Matsuda." Her voice was dry, hoarse because of the countless times she cried at night. Sleeping wasn't an option for her; she always ended up getting nightmares.

"But honey, we have no lead at all." He was worried of what Atsuko might do. She was unstable right now; she couldn't do anything without being assisted. She was still obssessed on finding the killer, too.

"...We do. I'm going." She stands up, pulling herself together and taking the car keys.

"W-Wait, Atsuko!" She slams the door close, not even bothering to check if she accidentally closed it on his fingers. Fortunately, he didn't get his fingers closed on by a door.

He quickly opens the door, but once he opened it, their car was zooming past their house to some place he didn't know.

He quickly calls a cab, still determined to follow her. If he didn't, she could do something that could get her in jail.

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"WATABE KURUSU!" She pounds on the door of a small apartment, desperately trying to check if any of them came alive, trying to live in guilt after killing her baby.

She was sure now; the reason why they couldn't find a lead on the killer was because they didn't know she had friends that came with her. The killer didn't own that gas station, they brought her there and left her to die.

It was suspicious from the start. Watabe Kurusu, Haruka's frenemy, wanted to come with them to the woods. He didn't even like staying with her for more than 20 minutes, what more if it was a whole night?

"WATABE KURUSU! OPEN THE DOOR!!" She yells like a mad woman, pounding louder on the door.

The ebony door opens, a scared-looking Kurusu opening the door. He looked scraggly, like a malnourished chicken. His hair that he used to take care of so well was oily and in all places. His sharp-slitted eyes that girls used to fawn over were now drooping and eye-bagged, his eyes tired and full of trauma. He wore a shirt covered with dust and something brown thst dried. He had splotches of mud on his body, but he never bothered to clean up.

Atsuko coughs as the stench of the room oozes out, the damp, dirty laundry smell making her wince. But her goal was set; she was going to make him confess, no matter what condition he's in.

"You!" She points a finger at him, eyes ablaze with anger. Her action scares him, peeking out to check outside, and quickly going back inside. Fright got him trembling, his figure scurrying back in and to a corner seat far back in a dark corner.

"What is wrong with you?" She asked, biffed. He was shaking in the seat, looking around frantically before motioning for her to come in.

"Haruka? That's you, right?" He wondered out loud. Atsuko was puzzled, did he mistake her for Haruka?

"I thought you were dead? I checked. You weren't breathing, Haruka." He mumbled, his eyes wide. He bites down on his nails and shakes his head before pulling on his hair.