It's been a while since I wrote something dark and gloomy, so I decided to write something that wasn't fluffy.
This is pretty unrealistic, but I hope you like it anyway.
"Kai kun!"
Kai turned around to see his lover, Aichi, smiling at him, a list in his small hands.
"I'm going to go shopping for groceries."
Kai smiled, wordlessly saying goodbye to his lover as Aichi walked out of the apartment, a small click following as the door closed.
Kai lifted up the picture frame on the coffee table, the glass shining over the picture as he tilted it, the white rectangle running over the picture, until he stopped to see who was actually in it. On the picture was Aichi, a bright smile on his face, framed by delicate blue locks.
Kai smiled, setting to picture frame down and resting back on the couch. Ever since Aichi had returned, they finally confessed their love, and Aichi moved in with him. The brunet chuckled, memorizing the flushed red face of Aichi as he spluttered out his confession, looking like he would faint at any passing minute.
Kai restlessly kicked his heels against the bottom of the couch, already missing the bluenet, his eyes darting eagerly to the door, every now and then checking the time on his silver watch. Minutes felt like days.
Kai jumped, startled by a ringing phone. He groaned, lifting his buzzing cellphone out of his pocket, checking the number.
Miwa.
Kai groaned, answering the call and trying to prepare himself for a lot of poking and terrible jokes.
But Miwa didn't.
"Kai!"
Kai widened his eyes, realizing Miwa's tone, how desperate it sounded.
"Yes?"
"Did Aichi just leave to the grocery store?!" Miwa interrogated, his tone sharp and terrified. Kai cocked his head questionably.
"Yes, just now. Why?"
"Oh shit." He heard Miwa mutter in the background, and he started to feel worry pressure on his chest.
"What's wrong, Miwa?!"
"There's a terrorist killing people there!"
Kai didn't take a second to hang up and run to the door, sloppily putting on his shoes and running out the apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Fuck! Why does this always happen to me?! Kai agonized, sprinting with all his might, not even bothering to avoid people and pushing them out of the way, angry yelps following behind him.
Kai slid across the corner, arriving at the grocery store, widening his eyes as he heard many gunshots, blood spilling on the clear sliding doors. He felt his eyes widen even more as a visible blue lump of hair slumped on the floor.
No no no no no!
He felt his teeth clench as the bangs of the gun stopped, angry shouts following afterwards as seven policemen dragged out a writing man, who screamed angrily, his eyes eerily bloodshot.
They shoved him down on the car and placed handcuffs on him, pushing him inside the car and slamming the door shut as two policemen started to block off the area with police lines.
Kai used the last of his energy to sprint, ducking under the police line that they were setting up.
He felt a hand grab him by the shoulder and pull him back, his eyes meeting the stern gaze of a policeman.
"Don't go in. This is a dangerous site."
"But my lover is in there!" he protested.
"Let him go Jim." Came another reply, and Kai swiveled his head to see another policeman, his eyes full of understanding.
The policeman holding him let out a snort, but released him anyways. Kai gave him a grateful look as he ran inside the store, widening his eyes, his worst fear confirmed.
Aichi was lying on the floor, his messy bangs hanging over lifeless eyes, a hole in his chest, a shopping cart full of groceries fallen over his limp legs.
Kai pushed the cart off Aichi and lifted him up. His limbs dangled lifelessly, signalizing that Aichi had already exhaled his last breath. Tears welled up in his eyes as he hugged him closer, pulling him into a half hearted embrace, half expecting warm arms to wrap around him and a comforting whisper to resound in his ear.
He started sobbing in the bloody shoulder, the scent of blood filling his sinuses as he buried his face in his shoulder. All of the progress he had made with Aichi, the good times, the bad times. All gone in just one moment. And he wasn't even there to even try to stop it.
I'm always too late, too late to stop anything.