Accidentally On Purpose [InoAoi]

Worth Something

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He couldn't actually believe it. Was he following what the half and half haori bastard told him? Or did he really want to do this? To let go of all the ghosts that has been haunting him. But will this remover her blood in his hands? No. It won't ever.

The only thing he was scared at was failure. Because failure in their line of work means lives lost, and in this time it's his mother's life.

So how did he manage to end up here? Infront of the cemetery. Looking for a familiar jet black haired girl. He didn't need to ask anyone about her whereabouts, he just knows.

And finally, he saw her familiar figure, his whole body starts to lightly shake with terror, his forehead forming sweat, as he took light steps towards pigtails and the grave infront of her.

He still found the situation unreal. That right now he's alive and breathing while his mother died for him. He felt useless for once, that he failed to protect the precious gem that breathed him to life. His mother that did her best to give him a great life. It's damn pathetic. He's so pathetic.

"It wasn't your fault." Aoi said still focusing her stare in the grave. He doesn't need her sugar coated words right now, he wants nothing coming from her.

"Look, you didn't know—"

"Yes. I didn't fucking know that she was suffering alone." He cut her off and he could feel anger boiling in his veins once again. Anger for himself.

He looked at her met her gaze. He really hated her eyes, at times it's so expressive giving him a peek at her soul, but in most times it doesn't shine. It looks blank and empty. The longing when he finally saw through her eyes and her building her walls higher than ever. The thought of an unattainable Kanzaki Aoi hurt him more than he expected.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then suit yourself." She stated calmly, shifting her gaze back to his mother's grave.

'Kotoha Hashibira' it read.

He could even feel the bitter taste in his mouth when he whispered her name in the air. It still hurts.

She lived with him back then until she moved out with Douma. And that sick bastard, that damn sick bastard killed her. When he saw her corpse he wanted to puke, she was almost unrecognizable. She was battered and bruised.

His felt the urge to vomit when he remembered when Douma called him after ending his mother.

"Ahhhh. Inosuke." The sick bastard cooed on the phone and the his hand was clenched he could feel the phone crack on his hold. "Do you want to know Kotoha's last words? Ah what was it again? 'Inosuke help', yeah. I think that was it. How sad. Her son is a police man yet he couldn't even save his own mother. You feel useless now do you? She tried everything to protect you and never even asked for your help. And the one time she did, you couldn't even do it."

That was the first panic attack that he had. Remembering it now still makes his heart race and his hand quivering, palms sweating and all.

"Here go eat." He looked at pigtails that handed her a paper bag. "I remembered you threw away the egg and rice I cooked." He spat, "I worked hard on that, ya know."

"Well I worked hard on that too." She replied opening her own.

"How? You literally just bought it from the store." She looked at him with dead fish eyes as if his sentence lacked no sense.