Im back baby! An Ima chargin ma laser!
Nowaki walked back to the nurses station across from Akemi's room. He could see through the open blinds that the police were still talking to him. He had calmed down but still looked rather upset.
Tsumori suddenly appeared beside him, with a deep frown creasing his face.
"Are they still questioning him?" Asked Nowaki rather redundantly.
"Well he is the first one to escape after all. I guess they're pretty eager to get some answers finally."
The conversation was cut short as he door to the room clicked open and the detecives stepped out looking grim. Nowaki recognised them as he same ones he had first met 3 months ago. Tanaka and Hyuu.
They were both sympathetic and nice enough, but still Nowaki felt a bitter frown creep across his face. He couldn't help but feel slighly resentful that they were still no closer to finding Hiro-san. He knew in his mind that it was not really their fault, and that they were doing everything hey could but still... in his heart...
He had noticed that he had started to snap at people lately, and been less talkative with his patients. This made him feel guilty on top of the grief and loss that he already felt.
He stood a little straighter however as they approached himself and Tsumori.
Nowaki opened his mouth to speak but Tanaka preempted him. "We don't know for sure it's him yet, but it does seem likely."
"Then-" Nowaki began.
"Kusama-san, you need to be prepared for the worst. Akemi seemed sure that he did not escape, and if he didn't escape..."
"The kids told us everything he can remember about the place he was taken and where it is, Kusama-san," Hyuu continued, "If he is still alive, then we'll find him, and if not... then at least you'll finally know." He patted Nowaki on the shoulder as they left.
Nowaki just stood there like a gold fish, mouth opening and closing, with Tsumori next to him, still watching the kid with that same unreadable frown.
Nowaki snapped out of it and quickly made his way over to Akemi's room. "Akemi-kun?" He asked gently. The room was dark once more, and he wasn't sure if the boy was trying to sleep.
"Nowaki-sensei?" a small voice said from the bed. "What's wrong?"
"Akemi-kun, I wanted to talk to you about the man who was there with you... Hiroki."
"Hiro-san?" Nowaki was shocked for a second that Akemi had used the same nickname for Hiroki. Surely it must be the same one? "He's dead isn't he?" He heard Akemi beginning to cry again.
Nowaki had never liked to see anyone crying and upset, but children least of all. He stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed, not too close but close enough to lay a hand on Akemi's head and he stroked his hair softly.
"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I know someone called Hiroki. I-I call him Hiro-san too, and he's incredibly special to me," Akemi looked up at him in shock. "He disappeared three months ago and I'm very worried about him. The police think that he was taken by the same man that took you; so I would like you to tell me a bit more about the man who you met, in case it was him."
Akemi just looked at him for a few moments with wide eyes, still absorbing the information. Nowaki looked at him and seeing the look in his eyes, of sadness and fear, he began to hope again that it wasn't his Hiro-san.
He had wanted it to be, for the sake that he might be able to see him again soon, but now? Whatever had happened to Akemi must have been so awful to have earned a look like that, and Hiroki would have been living like that for three months?
Would Nowaki really be so selfish, would he really wish an existence like that on his beloved, even if it meant that he could see him again and that they would be happy again?
Nowaki was disgusted with himself when he realised that: Yes, he would.
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Exams finished months ago... results are nearly out... why am I only just updating? Wish me luck XD
Tanaka and Hyuu. Those guys are the japanese turner and hooch.
This was a good place to end it, but because it is short I'm uploadin' another with it. I hope you like it XD