Floorboards groaned as Kyoko shifted from foot to foot. Gripping the wobbly doorknob with shaky hands, she turned it. The door creaked loudly, paralyzing her. Worried, she looked behind her, almost jumping out of her skin at the sight of Basil.
"Kyoko-dono? Is thou alright?" his voice was soft, and he looked genuinely worried.
"Yes, I'm alright. I forgot you were here with me, I'm sorry," with a sheepish smile, she looked down. Her heart calmed to a steady pace.
"Apologize not, Kyoko-dono," he reassured.
With one last look at each other, the short haired girl stepped inside. They had to rely on their lanterns, for there was absolutely no lighting in the room. Small particles of dust floated about, making the view hazy. Setting her lantern atop a drawer, Kyoko looked through it. Nothing but cobwebs and torn paper. Though something did catch her attention: it was a hand-sized, wooden box. Inside, she found photographs. Years and years old. The edges were worn, and the color had completely faded. Looking through them, one by one, her palms began to feel clammy, and a bead of sweat trailed down her temple. Her blood had begun to pump fast with adrenaline as realization dawned on her. These photos...why is he in them?...No...it couldn't- A sharp and sudden pain pierced through her heart. She choked on her own blood when she tried to gasp. Her breathing staggered.
"You shouldn't have seen that," he murmured with such a bitter sweet tone. Goose bumps went across her arms at the change of voice. As suddenly as it went through, the blade was pulled out. A burning emptiness spread across her bleeding chest. The room began to swirl, her legs wobbled, and she collapsed onto the floor. Knowing her end was near, she asked the infamous question: "Why?"
And just like the aforementioned question, she was responded with the infamous reply: "'Why'?" That sweet voice was now gone. It may have been gone long ago. An act...Now it was pure mockery with a hint of malice.
"No one ever looked at me. When was the last time anyone has looked at me! ?" he shouted just loud enough to fill the room. "I'm given orders, and I follow them. I don't postpone them. I don't question them. And I never complain. Where's the 'thank you'? Where's the 'what would you like to do?' Where? Where! ?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I've worked so hard for all of your safety, and what's the thanks I get?" He paused.
Tears trickled down across the bridge of her nose. Disbelief shrouded her bleeding heart. Who was this person? The friendly and caring boy was actually a lonesome fellow; and he was a murderer. "I-it can't be you..." she choked out.
"And why not? Because I'm a friendly ally? Well you know what? You all should just die," he growled the last sentence.
Kyoko strained her head to look at him, but was kicked at her temple. She could hear him taking her lantern, its handle creaking softly. "It was a pleasure knowing you, Kyoko-dono," he tells her before dropping the lantern on her body.
