I DO NOT OWN INAZUMA ELEVEN, NOR ITS CHARACTERS EXECPT OC'S

Roses Are Black; Present

Tsurugi Kyousuke's POV

I pulled my hood further over my head and hid myself in my thick jacket. There weren't many people around, I amused most of them were working or on school. It was probably Monday then, I actually have no idea. It was cold, it was freezing and it looked like it could snow any second. You could see those little clouds of breath whenever you breathed out, just like you where smoking.

The local grocery store wasn't far from my apartment, just a few blocks away. There always would be the same cashier, an old lady with a golden heart. I had deep respect for her, she had been doing her work for ages now. There were also the same customers each day. I knew them all, they were nice and friendly. Most of them lived close to the store, but some customers came back each week just the see Grandma.

I opened the with poster pasted door of the shop with the title, 'Lion Head'. A bell jingled when I walked in, to tell them I was here too, "Good morning," I greeted Grandma behind the counter. She just smiled and nodded at me, her voice was to soft to reach me.

The shop itself was small. There were a few shelves with all the stuff you needed to live, also a shelving with magazines and newspaper and upright freezers against the wall, filled with ice cream and other cooled things.

I wandered between the shelving, I wasn't going to buy coke. No fucking way I'd do that again. Every time I think about it, shivers run down my spine. So gross. I shivered and grabbed a package of sweetbread. My favorite. It sounds stupid, but I have a addiction to those. Especially the bunny ones.

Also a bottle of milk and and some cereal. I could buy some orange juice too, but that is to expensive. I still need to pay the rent from last month and I needed food for an other week too.

The bell jingled again and two more people entered the store, busy talking about yesterday night. I didn't recognized their faces, but I figured that they were new students for the university in Tokyo. They probably study laws and such stuff.

"Just this dear?" grandma asked me when I placed the products on the counter. I nodded, "Yeah, that's it," I smiled. She was one of the people who I always smiled too. While I payed the price, I kept my ears fixed on the two guys. Their conversation was rather interesting.

"Have you read the newspaper already?" the one with the glasses asked his buddy, who nodded at the words, "Yeah, I have..."
I turned around and glanced at them. What the hell was so important? I shouldn't mind their business but I had a really bad feeling about this. It tickled. I grabbed my plastic white bag and walked over to the other side of the counter, where the newspapers were located.

"They haven't found the culprit yet, have they?" the guy without glasses murmured, "I wonder what they will do with him once they find him,"
"Not that we can do anything about it," the glasses shrugged, "That guy was probably drugs addicted, you know were that bar is famous for," he flipped his black hair and grabbed a bottle of soda.

Their chatting died and I grabbed a newspaper from the pile. The cover screamed something about Russia and the nuclear state. That didn't interest me at all, I didn't gave a fuck about whatever happened with the world. We're already doomed anyway.

"I'll buy this one too," I reached out for my pockets and threw a coin on the counter, "Bye, bye," I waved at the woman, picked up my newspaper and left the store by walking through the white painted wooden door.

With the white shopping bag in my left hand and the newspaper in my right hand, I crossed the street. The traffic light said it was red, but my feet did otherwise and stepped trough. I didn't really mind getting run over by a car right now. Come to think of it, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. I don't think anyone will miss me though.

It was snowing when I tried to flip open the newspaper, which was impossible with just one hand. Little white flakes landed on the ground and at me. They melted as soon they touched my bare skin. I hadn't bother to cover up my hands with gloves, even though I knew it would become a cold they.

I remembered the conversation between the two guys of the university. It was about a shooting last night, wasn't it? At a popular drugs bar, if I remember correctly. I was the person to have a gun, covered with blood. There was a chance I had shoot with that thing, there was a big chance I did. I think I wouldn't doubt using it anyway.

I touched the belt around my wait with the newspaper hand. I could feel the gun in my pocket. I took it with me to be sure. If someone suspected me, I could shoot and I didn't need to worry that Kaede would use it.
But I don't think I need to worry about her, so far I know she won't come home the next few days. If she isn't at home at ten in the morning, then she won't be home for the next few days, maybe even weeks. That was how she was. Kaede probably went out to get some drugs, or she was trying to get money to fill her extreme dept. Unlike me, she didn't had a great soccer career at such a young age, so she had to earn money to pay all the drugs.

Speaking of my career, I haven't played soccer in a while. I hadn't touched a soccer ball since high school since there was no need for it. I know Tenma rather had me joining the soccer club so I could play against him when we had to play in a tournament, but I didn't. I had seen him play though. I went to watch a match of our school and that match was against Tenma and Sakura's school. They both played and won the game, I was actually just there to watch my school lose. I'm so pathetic. People shouldn't waist their time on me.

Deep in my thoughts I reached my apartment again. I rushed up the stairs(the elevator was apparently broken) and unlocked my front door with my keys.
I dropped the bag with supplies on the table and sat down on a chair, time to read that freaking newspaper. I flipped it open and a random page- the right page.

Shooting in local bar; one dead, three injured

Tokyo – Last night in the local bar called 'The Zone' a shooting had taken place. The bar is famous because it's drugs and alcohol.
Around midnight, shooting could be heard in the area. The shooter injured a female from 17 and two males both 19 years old. They were brought to the hospital with serious injuries,– their life could be in danger. One man in his late 30 was killed. Some witnesses even said there was an other injured man from around 17 or 16, but he is still missing. There is no more information about him.

There is still no clue who ever could have been the culprit. The police is currently investigating the case. A male and a female, both 18 are arrested. More information might follow tomorrow or during the rest of the day.

I felt the blood drain out of my face again. My skin became, if it was possible, paler. I was startled, blanc, freaking out... How the fuck did this happen? I couldn't think of a logical explanation. My memory about last night was blanc, nothing had helped to bring it back.
'The Zone', is a bar I used to go for a while. I stopped going out there when it got to crowded, more and more people seemed to figure out that you could get drugs there. Yet the police stayed away from it, until now.

I threw the newspaper on the ground and stood up, what the hell was I supposed to do now? I couldn't do anything right now until I knew more about the culprit, who possible was me. I needed to figure out who that other injured person was before someone else lost his life and I needed to find out who's gun this is.

Just at that moment I felt my soul breaking into little pieces: the door bell rang.

I stared at the door, which turned silent after the first ring, but not more the three second after that, it started ringing again. It could be anyone, the police, my parents(probably not), my brother, friends(perhaps not) or other authorities. My bet was placed on the first one.

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BAM! There, I'll stop right there.

I really love to write this story since it's a mental thing-y I write about, I don't do that that often at this level. I think I'll drive Tsurugi nuts eventually if I keep going like this.
But... what did you think of it if I may ask?

Thanks for reading~!