Loveless Love

Chapter 3

At around 6, Mukuro and I were sitting on the couch in silence. I was looking at memes, but my phone rang. Sure enough, it was Makoto.
His voice sounded more terrified than I had ever heard it before.
"We're on our way!" I sighed to Mukuro to get up. I don't exactly know how to drive, but I'm sure she doesn't mind driving for me. I was also drunk so I wouldn't be allowed to anyway.
When we got there, the police hadn't showed up yet. I ran inside and found Sayaka attacking a door with a metal baseball bat. I got behind her, restraining her instantly. She thrashed around for a bit before trying to attack me. Luckily Mukuro was there to grab onto the bat. Once the bat was out of her hands I dragged her away from the bathroom and got her outside. I held her down and we waited for the cops to show up. She was dragged into the cop car while Mukuro explained things to them. I was questioned a bit as well as most cops don't see civilians holding other civilians down in the manner that I was. The cop and I went inside to see if Makoto was ok.
His face had an extra bruise and his wrist had been sprained, but other than that, he was ok.
"Hey, can I stay with you guys? This is technically her house.." he stared at the ground for a moment.
Mukuro smiled brightly, "Of course! You can stay as long as you'd like."
"Thank you so much!" He hugged my sister. I smiled softly and sighed at the car, "We should get going then. Pack up your thing, Mak."
He nodded and went inside to get his things. He came back with a small suitcase. We also packed his bike as he seemed to go everywhere with it. He sat in the back seat, and was fairly quiet.
Mukuro didn't know much about him, so her version of small talk was more of an interview than anything else. I zoned out though and stared out the window. I was without a doubt excited to have Makoto stay with us, but I was more concerned about whether or not Mukuro was gonna mention the squirrel in the fridge. Makoto was a worry type, so how he'd react to that while funny, would ruin all chances I'd have with him.
When we got home, we let him set up in the guest room. We had a four bedroom house with one story. The rooms were small, but just large enough for an individual person. There also wasn't a master bedroom, and only one bathroom, but it was home nonetheless.
We told Makoto of our daily routine, and as it turns out, his was very similar. The only big difference was that while Mukuro left the house pretty much whenever he wanted, Makoto visited his sister every Sunday.
I was helping Mukuro cook dinner while Makoto settled down.
"Perhaps he could move here permanently. You're in need of a new roommate, and he's kinda homeless at the moment. On top of that, he makes about as much as I do. We've been financially stable, so living with him shouldn't be too difficult."
"How would I get to work?"
"You could take the bus, or get a bike like him. You don't work too far away, and you have been getting a little chubby."
"This is all muscle, and you know it."
"I know, but you don't want to lose 'em muscles of yours, do you?"
"No.."
"Then it wouldn't be a bad idea."
I nodded in agreement. At dinner time, we decided to bring up the idea.
He looked up from his food, "Staying here as a
roommate? Well, I guess I can't oppose, but my wages aren't the best."
"Nor are ours." I responded.
"Well, I'd have to get all my stuff from Sayaka's place, but other than that, sure. I'd be happy to stay here." It was hard to read the exact emotion he was trying to project. He was smiling though, so I'm sure he was grateful to some extent.
I smiled brightly, "Awesome! Well then roomie, we'll go back to pick up the rest of your things. When do you think we can do that?"
"She works twelve hour shifts on weekends, Mondays and Fridays, and I'm off on weekends."
"Mukuro and I don't work Fridays and weekends either, we can pick your stuff up then."
A week had passed since Mukuro and I had saved him from Sayaka. We had moved all of Makoto's things in, and Mukuro was getting ready to move out.
I had been watching Sayaka closely, and it turned out she liked to jog from six to nine. She liked to jog in this empty nature walk. I took this as my chance to get back at her for hurting my precious Makoto.
It was late at night, and I held the same bat she threatened Makoto with. I waited patiently for her to pass me. I could run faster than her, and you can bet I was stronger too.
She passed me, and I sprang up. I swung the bat with as much force as I could muster. She face planted into the dirt. I got in front of her and kneeled over, lifting her head by the hair, "Thought you would have learned when you kidnaped my sister. I guess there's just no changing you, is there?"
She didn't really have much time to respond as I swung the bat and bashed it into her head. I loved the sound of her bones being crushed with each swing of the bat. I beat her until Sayaka's head was nothing but a beautiful array of mush and brain matter. I didn't hesitate once between each swing, but damn it felt nice.
I took her by the feet and dragged him off the trail. I went back and buried the blood and brain matter. I made sure to wear gloves whenever I held the bat, knowing how my fingerprints could be used to find me. By the time I got back to the body after covering up the trail with dirt, some rats had already found the body and were eating away at it.
I tossed the bat into a nearby river. I changed my clothes and took off my gloves, and burned them.
I rode my, new, bike home. Makoto and Mukuro greeted me with a smile, blissfully unaware of the crime I had just committed. I told them that I was just dropping some clothes I didn't wear anymore to the dump. Sure enough, they believed me.