"What do you want?" Hiro asked with a hint of a growl in his voice,
ignoring the past comment by the giant street kid.
The two laughed.
"You've got spunk kid, just like that other tiny tot that came by here that we were told to get rid of."
Hiro's heart jumped up in his throat.
"We aren't supposed to say who sent us the treat, but—"
"It was Aizawa Tachi, I'm not an idiot, where the hell is Shuichi?!" Hiro shouted, half worried and half angry.
The giant grinned. "They told us you would be by sooner or later... Nakano Hiroshi, and if that happened..."
The taller one flipped up the blade on a large pocketknife.
Hiro growled, feeling no fear.
"You're not going anywhere. We have orders and I'd just hate to let my boys down."
They stepped forward and Hiro stepped involuntarily backwards.
"Oh look, he's scared."
"Just tell me where Shuichi is!" Hiro demanded.
The friends looked at one another and shrugged. The shorter one looked back to Hiro first.
"I dunno. We lost track of him about three days ago. Probably stagnating in the gutter somewhere!"
A roll of laughter filled the night air as they threw a fit. Outraged, Hiro let out a terrifying ear piercing scream before delivering his fist into the taller giant's jaw, then sweep kicking him to the ground. Fortunately in the laws of gravity, the bigger the person, the harder they fall. That got him out of the way the second his head slammed into the cement. It didn't take Hiro long to deal with the shorter one. One kick and it sent the little dude back first into the wall, passed out as well.
Hiro panted. Normally this wouldn't have worked so easily, but he was over irritated.
"Shuichi!" he cried out into the night air the moment he realized he was now alone. He couldn't think of his very best friend in the world being slaughtered by these two. "Shuichi, it's Hiro! Answer me! I'm sorry Shuichi!"
Running back the opposite way, he wouldn't give up until he found him.
Sweat piled up onto his forehead and his pulse quickened.
He was about to blame himself again for this incident when his eyes landed on a lifeless body curled up in a fetal position in front of a trashcan. Hiro ran so fast that he nearly fell face first into the gravel. He threw himself down on the ground and immediately took the body into his arms. With luck, it was Shuichi. The pink hair gave it away. His face was scratched and dirt wasted no time in filling the wounds. His clothes were torn and ripped, especially his pants, revealing him.
Hiro sobbed straight away, holding Shuichi close to him.
"Why?" he whispered, warm tears flowing from his eyes. "This can't be happening! Shuichi I'm so sorry. Don't leave me! I'm here now, everything's going to be okay."
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He took Shuichi straight to the nearest hospital, demanding quickly for help. After they took him in, Hiro was demanded to sit in the waiting room until they knew of Shuichi's status. Hiro flopped down in the chair with his hand covering his face. He felt horrible. To think that it was all Aizawa's fault. Aizawa came straight out and admitted it.
"He made it sound like a joke," Hiro whispered to himself. "He hired two homeless kids to rape and kill Shuichi. Damn you!"
Unable to contain himself any longer, he released a shuddering breath, and immediately sucked it back in a sob. He tried uselessly to swallow it as the tears rolled out over his wet lashes, trailing down his face in the darkness. His body shook with the force of his sobs, and he felt as though he might die as his chest constricted painfully. His best friend...energetic, giddy, loveable Shuichi...was at the face of death.
Swallowing the knot in his throat painfully, he stood up with the desperate attempt to quench his brutal thirst and cure the butterflies attacking his stomach from the inside.
He found a soda vending machine not too far away and grabbed a can of Pepsi. Popping the top, he greedily lifted it to his lips and downed its contents in seconds.
Feeling refreshed after the drink was the last thing he experienced. The butterflies were twice as fast, forcing him to pause and drop the soda can, then whimper and clutch his stomach, faltering a great deal.
He grew a funny taste in the back of his throat and tried swallowing to get rid of it.
"Calm down Hiro..." he whispered to himself, taking a few minor breaths of air.
His words wouldn't listen to him and before there were any hopes of him calming down, his stomach gave an agonizing lurch, nearly forcing him to topple over, but wouldn't give in.
His brain was replaying a scene over and over again of what he saw happen to Shuichi that night. The images of the attackers were fresh in his memory. They were laughing. They were laughing as they grew closer to Shuichi, closing him in and tearing off his clothes even before he had a chance to reject.
He heard Shuichi cry out for help, causing the taste in the back of his throat to become stronger and more threatening. He flew into the restroom, only to vomit up the soda and whatever else that was still in his system from the last time he ate.
Dizziness caused him to fall to his knees over the toilet.
"Oh god...what did he do to deserve this? Do you really take pleasure in watching me suffer through this?!" he cried out, then stood up in fury, kicking anything in his range with an infuriated yell of frustration. He pounded his fists into the wall, tears flying from his eyes.
"Just kill me now! Quick and painful or slow and even more painful, I don't care! I just...I just can't deal with this anymore!"
He slid down the wall with his back and buried his face in his knees he brought up to his chest.
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Hiro had never felt more hate in his heart as he did now. It was all because of Eiri. This whole thing was his fault. That mixed in with fear and worry drove him out of the hospital with a one-track mind to finish Eiri off for being the asshole he was. He jumped onto his motorcycle and sped off in hot pursuit for Eiri's house.
He arrived there in record time. He hopped off his motorcycle and left it running. This shouldn't take too long.
He jogged over and pounded on Eiri's door with a tightly clenched fist, the fist he was preparing to deliver straight into the face of the romance novelist.
Right when the door opened, Hiro didn't think twice and popped Eiri straight into the jaw at lightning speed, knocking the cigarette free from his mouth as he stumbled backwards. Hiro felt pleasure as he delivered a few more to his face. Eiri quickly learned the boy's pattern and caught both his fists effortlessly.
Hiro panted.
"What's your problem?" Eiri growled, ignoring the blood trail that trickled down from his split lip.
"You're my problem!" Hiro yelled, struggling to release himself from Eiri's iron grip. "Do you have any idea where Shuichi is?! I'll tell you exactly where he is! Dying in the nearest hospital, that's where! He's been so good to you and you continue to treat him with such disgust!" He stopped struggling and narrowed his eyes at his greatest enemy.
"I've never liked you to begin with, even as an author. Shuichi bends over backwards for you and what do you give to him?! Oh big deal, a place to crash for a week!"
"You're wasting my time," Eiri said, pushing Hiro back and reaching in his pockets for another cigarette since the first one was so rudely dropped from his mouth. "I never wanted him to come here in the first place. It's not my fault that something happened to him. I'm just living my normal boring life, trying to make deadlines, and here he comes, just invading my space. Do tell me, dear Hiroshi, is it really my fault that something happened to him?"
Hiro just growled. Eiri smirked.
"That's what I thought."
"It still is!" he yelled after him.
Eiri chuckled and walked off in the opposite direction.
"I have nothing more to discuss with you. Be gone."
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Hiro was gnashing at his teeth until he made it back to the hospital. The time he arrived, his attitude was now back to the way it was before...sick to his stomach. It was positively pointless to go to Eiri's and pin the blame entirely on him, but if he weren't such a dick, this would have never happened to Shuichi.
It was a good two painful hours before he was told of any news. Straight when he was graced with Shuichi's nurse's presence, he stood, eyeing her desperately, pulse quickening. This was it: the part where he found out if he himself was going to remain living. After making a pact with himself, if Shuichi was no longer here, he had no reason to have the gift of life either.
"Nakano-san?" the young woman questioned.
"Hai...how is he?"
Hiro couldn't tell anything by her facial expressions. They were paid to give off a straight face.
He was strictly worried when she paused before giving him the information. His body lost all form of feeling, turning his limbs to jelly, forcing him to collapse into the chair.
"H-He's dead...isn't he?" Hiro inquired in a voice no more than a whisper.
The two laughed.
"You've got spunk kid, just like that other tiny tot that came by here that we were told to get rid of."
Hiro's heart jumped up in his throat.
"We aren't supposed to say who sent us the treat, but—"
"It was Aizawa Tachi, I'm not an idiot, where the hell is Shuichi?!" Hiro shouted, half worried and half angry.
The giant grinned. "They told us you would be by sooner or later... Nakano Hiroshi, and if that happened..."
The taller one flipped up the blade on a large pocketknife.
Hiro growled, feeling no fear.
"You're not going anywhere. We have orders and I'd just hate to let my boys down."
They stepped forward and Hiro stepped involuntarily backwards.
"Oh look, he's scared."
"Just tell me where Shuichi is!" Hiro demanded.
The friends looked at one another and shrugged. The shorter one looked back to Hiro first.
"I dunno. We lost track of him about three days ago. Probably stagnating in the gutter somewhere!"
A roll of laughter filled the night air as they threw a fit. Outraged, Hiro let out a terrifying ear piercing scream before delivering his fist into the taller giant's jaw, then sweep kicking him to the ground. Fortunately in the laws of gravity, the bigger the person, the harder they fall. That got him out of the way the second his head slammed into the cement. It didn't take Hiro long to deal with the shorter one. One kick and it sent the little dude back first into the wall, passed out as well.
Hiro panted. Normally this wouldn't have worked so easily, but he was over irritated.
"Shuichi!" he cried out into the night air the moment he realized he was now alone. He couldn't think of his very best friend in the world being slaughtered by these two. "Shuichi, it's Hiro! Answer me! I'm sorry Shuichi!"
Running back the opposite way, he wouldn't give up until he found him.
Sweat piled up onto his forehead and his pulse quickened.
He was about to blame himself again for this incident when his eyes landed on a lifeless body curled up in a fetal position in front of a trashcan. Hiro ran so fast that he nearly fell face first into the gravel. He threw himself down on the ground and immediately took the body into his arms. With luck, it was Shuichi. The pink hair gave it away. His face was scratched and dirt wasted no time in filling the wounds. His clothes were torn and ripped, especially his pants, revealing him.
Hiro sobbed straight away, holding Shuichi close to him.
"Why?" he whispered, warm tears flowing from his eyes. "This can't be happening! Shuichi I'm so sorry. Don't leave me! I'm here now, everything's going to be okay."
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He took Shuichi straight to the nearest hospital, demanding quickly for help. After they took him in, Hiro was demanded to sit in the waiting room until they knew of Shuichi's status. Hiro flopped down in the chair with his hand covering his face. He felt horrible. To think that it was all Aizawa's fault. Aizawa came straight out and admitted it.
"He made it sound like a joke," Hiro whispered to himself. "He hired two homeless kids to rape and kill Shuichi. Damn you!"
Unable to contain himself any longer, he released a shuddering breath, and immediately sucked it back in a sob. He tried uselessly to swallow it as the tears rolled out over his wet lashes, trailing down his face in the darkness. His body shook with the force of his sobs, and he felt as though he might die as his chest constricted painfully. His best friend...energetic, giddy, loveable Shuichi...was at the face of death.
Swallowing the knot in his throat painfully, he stood up with the desperate attempt to quench his brutal thirst and cure the butterflies attacking his stomach from the inside.
He found a soda vending machine not too far away and grabbed a can of Pepsi. Popping the top, he greedily lifted it to his lips and downed its contents in seconds.
Feeling refreshed after the drink was the last thing he experienced. The butterflies were twice as fast, forcing him to pause and drop the soda can, then whimper and clutch his stomach, faltering a great deal.
He grew a funny taste in the back of his throat and tried swallowing to get rid of it.
"Calm down Hiro..." he whispered to himself, taking a few minor breaths of air.
His words wouldn't listen to him and before there were any hopes of him calming down, his stomach gave an agonizing lurch, nearly forcing him to topple over, but wouldn't give in.
His brain was replaying a scene over and over again of what he saw happen to Shuichi that night. The images of the attackers were fresh in his memory. They were laughing. They were laughing as they grew closer to Shuichi, closing him in and tearing off his clothes even before he had a chance to reject.
He heard Shuichi cry out for help, causing the taste in the back of his throat to become stronger and more threatening. He flew into the restroom, only to vomit up the soda and whatever else that was still in his system from the last time he ate.
Dizziness caused him to fall to his knees over the toilet.
"Oh god...what did he do to deserve this? Do you really take pleasure in watching me suffer through this?!" he cried out, then stood up in fury, kicking anything in his range with an infuriated yell of frustration. He pounded his fists into the wall, tears flying from his eyes.
"Just kill me now! Quick and painful or slow and even more painful, I don't care! I just...I just can't deal with this anymore!"
He slid down the wall with his back and buried his face in his knees he brought up to his chest.
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Hiro had never felt more hate in his heart as he did now. It was all because of Eiri. This whole thing was his fault. That mixed in with fear and worry drove him out of the hospital with a one-track mind to finish Eiri off for being the asshole he was. He jumped onto his motorcycle and sped off in hot pursuit for Eiri's house.
He arrived there in record time. He hopped off his motorcycle and left it running. This shouldn't take too long.
He jogged over and pounded on Eiri's door with a tightly clenched fist, the fist he was preparing to deliver straight into the face of the romance novelist.
Right when the door opened, Hiro didn't think twice and popped Eiri straight into the jaw at lightning speed, knocking the cigarette free from his mouth as he stumbled backwards. Hiro felt pleasure as he delivered a few more to his face. Eiri quickly learned the boy's pattern and caught both his fists effortlessly.
Hiro panted.
"What's your problem?" Eiri growled, ignoring the blood trail that trickled down from his split lip.
"You're my problem!" Hiro yelled, struggling to release himself from Eiri's iron grip. "Do you have any idea where Shuichi is?! I'll tell you exactly where he is! Dying in the nearest hospital, that's where! He's been so good to you and you continue to treat him with such disgust!" He stopped struggling and narrowed his eyes at his greatest enemy.
"I've never liked you to begin with, even as an author. Shuichi bends over backwards for you and what do you give to him?! Oh big deal, a place to crash for a week!"
"You're wasting my time," Eiri said, pushing Hiro back and reaching in his pockets for another cigarette since the first one was so rudely dropped from his mouth. "I never wanted him to come here in the first place. It's not my fault that something happened to him. I'm just living my normal boring life, trying to make deadlines, and here he comes, just invading my space. Do tell me, dear Hiroshi, is it really my fault that something happened to him?"
Hiro just growled. Eiri smirked.
"That's what I thought."
"It still is!" he yelled after him.
Eiri chuckled and walked off in the opposite direction.
"I have nothing more to discuss with you. Be gone."
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Hiro was gnashing at his teeth until he made it back to the hospital. The time he arrived, his attitude was now back to the way it was before...sick to his stomach. It was positively pointless to go to Eiri's and pin the blame entirely on him, but if he weren't such a dick, this would have never happened to Shuichi.
It was a good two painful hours before he was told of any news. Straight when he was graced with Shuichi's nurse's presence, he stood, eyeing her desperately, pulse quickening. This was it: the part where he found out if he himself was going to remain living. After making a pact with himself, if Shuichi was no longer here, he had no reason to have the gift of life either.
"Nakano-san?" the young woman questioned.
"Hai...how is he?"
Hiro couldn't tell anything by her facial expressions. They were paid to give off a straight face.
He was strictly worried when she paused before giving him the information. His body lost all form of feeling, turning his limbs to jelly, forcing him to collapse into the chair.
"H-He's dead...isn't he?" Hiro inquired in a voice no more than a whisper.