Aoba stared at the walls of his prison that he'd been locked in by Shiroba when Koujaku's mind had broken, the monochrome of the greys in his cell broken only by the window that gave him a glimpse of what was happening in the outside world. It had only been a few months since Shiroba had stolen control from him but it felt like it had been years since he'd accidentally shattered his best friend with scrap and been forced away. How was everyone doing? Had they managed to keep from being forced into Platinum Jail and brainwashed or were they mingling with the many people who had thought they were going to a simple amusement park that they didn't even realize they would never be able to escape from? He slowly moved over to the window, sitting in a chair next to it as he stares out it. As he watched, he saw what Shiroba was doing day by day. The entrapped male saw a face he recognized and yelled for his other self to hear. All he could do was tell Shiroba who the man was but he knew if he would ever have a chance to take back control he needed to do whatever was in his power. Even though saying that one name seemed like such a small thing, it was a drop of water in a bucket. One day he would be able to make the bucket overflow just like Shiroba done to him and when that day came he would finally be able to make peace with himself.
One day…...please hold out until then everyone….!
AN - I'M NOT DEAD XD sorry, I've just been so busy adjusting to everything up in the north where I moved after high school that for a little while I forgot where I was even going with this story. Now I work at night so I should be able to do something again!
