The Owner of This Weapon[Discontinued]

「️The Owner of This Weapon 」️「️Chapter 15」️

" I'm sorry for your lose. We'll allow you and your partner to not attend the event or school for a month if you want to." Kirigiri spoke softly which made Saihara smile but shook his head.

" It's fine. Just three days please. We'll attend the event it'll be a waste to not use what Tsumugi made for us. "

Kirigiri nod her head before glancing at Ouma. " Here. Naegi told me to give it to you. " She handed him something that made Ouma's eyes widened.

" Really!?! " Ouma's violet orbes shined to purple, pleased. His hands wrapping the object, keeping it near his chest, placed on his palm like it was some sort of treasure." He'd do it? Wow! Say I said Thanks! Really! It really means the whole world to me if he did! "

Kirigiri showed that rare small smile of hers before she pat Ouma's head. "He will. He promised."

"Yay! Then I'll make sure to get to his office soon after this!"

Saihara frowned at the sight. He felt that familiar jealousy that he had for Rantaro once again but this time to Naegi. Ouma made such an innocent cheerful smile which was totally different than the usual one he gives him. What was different? He seems more happy at that whatever idea Naegi was going to do than when they were spending time together.

" Let's go. " He bitterly spoke before walking away from the two. Ouma snapped his head over to Saihara before turning to Kirigiri with a worried expression.

"Oh uh yeah thanks. Tell him I said thanks too! " He hurriedly spoke before running after Saihara.

" Should I book- "

Ouma shook his head before turning his back at her. He ignored the worried gaze Kirigiri gave him while he tries to catch up to Saihara.
He felt his heart starting to beat fast at how Saihara had acted but he wanted to not let his fear get to him like last time. If only there was a switch to turn his emotions off.
'Saihara can be scary these days... '

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"Saihara chan! Here! " Ouma handed him a bar of chocolate. He on the other hand was eating ice cream. Saihara didn't even notice when Ouma had the time to buy all this and when did he even wonder off his side. He must have been too preoccupied with his thoughts.

" Chocolate? " Saihara stated in confusion slowly opening the wrapper to take a bite on the sweet.

" They say it helps grumpy people on their periods. "
Ouma made a creepy grin almost making Saihara choke in shock.

"Ouma I'm a guy. "

Ouma nod his head. " I didn't say you weren't! And you didn't deny that you were grumpy too! Boy I'm more of a detective than you today! "

At the mention of detective, Saihara's mood sank. He recalled his Uncle. He can be scary at times but he's a nice person so he wondered what could be the cause of Despair attacking his wife. He already lost so much. His family doesn't even allow his Uncle to use the Saihara name anymore.

Ouma frowned annoyed at how Saihara went emo at him despite the chocolate. He silently scratched his contract mark. His eyes wondered to the children running around the place in this market place. The destination to Saihara's house was near so after the market place.
' people with hope... '
He watched Saihara get ahead of him and as they reach the destination his uncle waited there patently with a frown. Saihara greeted him with a hug before they head inside, the Uncle not forgetting to shot a glare at Ouma.

Ouma bite his lower lip before scratching his contract seal on the back of his hand. The uneasiness slowly building up in him while he watched the two interact like family.
' family. '
' family. '
' family. '
' family. '
He closed his eyes before taking a seat on the empty chair to avoid sitting on the couch as to disturbed the two from their conversation. He felt out of place. Oddly enough his surroundings began to quiet down or maybe it was his brain muting the noises to ease his insecurities but it did help his head wonder off. Nine children running around in front of him with smiles and giggles trying to rope him into playing with them. His most precious treasures. His purpose. His only strand of hope. Without them, he might not feel sane anymore not that killing people for the future foundation was sane or anything.
' Saihara doesn't really need me. '
He thought to himself taking the cup of hot cocoa on the table. He quietly blew it to lessen the heat before taking a sip. His mind wondered off to how Saihara was already strong enough without him if he had ever gain the confidence in himself and keep his composure often. He slouches before staring at the surface of the drink. It's brownish black color making his reflection different than usual the ripples on it's surface distortion his feature on it.
' I just need to hold on longer. '
He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. He could feel the heaviness of his heart sank more and his legs seems to feel jelly on the ground while darkness starts to eat him up starting from his toes.
' I can still hope. '