Guilt...
Guilt floods within me, as I watch Makoto, my "friend", the one I trust the most, my only close friend, slowly being consumed by darkness as he falls into a dark void. She didn't know why she felt this way, I mean, finding out the truth needs sacrifice and she was knowledgeable of it. But this time was new.
Makoto was just a typical student you can find anywhere who got chosen out of luck or by chance. Or at least I thought he was.
I was recognized as an " Emotionless Detective" throughout my existence, it may be because of my unreadable expression on my face. People throughout my life call me an "Emotionless Monster" or "The Iron Mask Beast" although I got used to it. Because of this, people never tried to talk to me (except cops and other detectives of course) and I frankly didn't care. Interacting with people or having friends will only get in the way of my detective work, especially of my emotions.
Frankly, I would blame my father for this, he abandoned me years ago and my grandfather was the only one there to look after. He taught me everything I expected to know to become a great detective. Well, almost everything. The one thing that he taught me that I carry within me is that "The truth picks no sides". He was right. No matter which side, I only live to find the truth, no matter how ugly it could get. But.. Because of him, I don't think that's the case...
When the killing game started, I immediately thought that I should solve the hidden secrets of the school. ON. MY. OWN. Until a certain luckster decided to enter the investigation. I was a bit irritated since he would simply ask me obvious questions here and there and I tried answering them without letting my emotions show, but somehow, I didn't mind his company.
For the first time in my life, I trusted someone. Out of all the people, I feel like I can count on him, it may be because of his cluelessness and optimism. He is such an open book. You can find out what he's up to just by looking at his expression, so he is least likely to be the mastermind of this game. Is that why I trust him truly? Or maybe. Is it something else?
After Makoto's execution, I went to my room, shut the door, and slowly curled up to my knees and.....
Cried...
I betrayed someone who trusted me, had faith in me, called me their friend. And I did nothing, I just stood there as his eyes are filled up with sadness, betrayal of mine. As I cried I suddenly remembered his smile.
'What?! Why did I suddenly remember that?!?' And all my memories with Makoto, during the killing game.
While the memories flooded inside my mind, a faint but familiar feeling emerges in my chest as it gets tighter and tighter and my heartbeat goes faster and faster. What is this feeling? Have I felt this before? Why is it only growing now?
And then I remembered what Byakuya told me.
" Are you perhaps, in love with Makoto? "
Is this what this feeling is? Love? After almost 10 years of resisting emotions, it comes to me, and it turns out to be him?
I was trying to get that thought out of my head while drying my tears, as I determined to save Makoto using the garbage pit. I went to the cafeteria to grab some food and water, heading away. Along the way, I reckoned every reason why I like him.
"He's just an everyday student, what did I see in him?"
Random thoughts were running faster than a cheetah in my head, all these stupid and unnecessary questions stayed there as a certain question popped up.
"Does he like me back?"
I stopped... I didn't even realize that I was already here.
"I should focus on saving him, I think I already figured out some of the secrets in this school."
I climbed inside a trash bag, and I was able to fit inside.
'I hope he has forgiven me
A/N: Hey everyone, I have finally made something new :) I wanted to test out a new genre and it didn't work out XD.. So, I'm currently working on a new part for my one-shots book and I'm running out of ideas. But anyway, hopefully, this was a good drabble for you, I'm gonna go do my modules now.. BYE-OUNARA!!!!
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