"There were a lot of things audible at that time. The rustling of the grass. The quiet yet somber melody of the raindrops against the concrete floor. Even the buzzing of the streetlights. But despite that. I could hear none of it."
No matter how loud the sounds surrounding him were, he wouldn't be able to hear them anyways. The only thing audible for him at the time was the blood-curdling scream coming from his mouth as he stared at the corpse in front and behind him.
Was he even staring at the corpse? At his hands? At the floor? He didn't even know anymore. The adrenaline and confusion from the situation made it impossible for him to even grasp where he was looking.
Despite that, he could definitely feel the blood mixed with rain on his hand. It felt weirdly... warm. Perhaps because the death was recent. He could smell the blood bellow him as it painted the grass red.
"What the hell is going on out there?!"
Despite all the things surrounding him, it was the yelling from a random house that snapped him back into reality. It was just one, then two, then three. He couldn't exactly count the amount of people that looked out their window to complain about his relentless screaming.
Naoto quickly realized the situation he was in, as well as the trouble he'd have if he was seen here. He quickly stood up before booking it as quickly as possible, leaving the corpses behind, simply hoping that no one saw who he was.
Naoto refused to stop running. Trough the tunnel, past the shop, past the headlights. He didn't stop booking it at maximum speed until he was in front of his house. At this moment, at least in his head, it was the safest place to stay in.
He took the keys to his house out of his pockets, attempting to get then inside the lock. He struggled for a few seconds due to his shaky hands, but eventually managed to make his way inside, shutting the door.
Naoto knew that no one, not even his parents, could see him as he was now. Thankfully, they were out today, and wouldn't come home until after midnight.
He leaned on the door as he sat down, staring at his bloodied up and shaky hands, before holding his head with them as he breathed in a quick fashion.
"W-What the fuck?" Naoto hadn't spoken ever since what had happened, but these were the first words he could get out. "What... the fuck... happened?" Naoto slowly stood up again, heading to the bathroom.
"H-Hands. Gotta wash my hands." Naoto turned the tap and washed as the blood from his hands was slowly cleansed away by the water. The mere sight of having the red-tinted liquid rinsed from his body was enough to calm him down by at least a little.
"This has to be a dream. This HAS to be a dream." Despite trying to convince himself of this, the blood on his shirt and the memory of those dead bodies were too real to be mere imaginations.
Naoto finished washing his hands, before taking off his clothes and throwing them in the washing machine. No matter what, it would be impossible to tell his parents what happened.
Naoto decided to take a quick bath to calm his nerves down, as well as in an attempt at trying to remove the remaining blood from his body. The shower took almost no time, as Naoto just wanted to get the day over with as quick as possible.
He wasted absolutely no time dressing up in his pajamas, before rushing upstairs and jumping into bed.
Finally having nothing to do but look at the ceiling, Naoto could finally try to atleast understand what had happened. From what he knew, one moment he was getting his ass beaten by bullies and the next moment said bullies were nothing but a decapited mess on the grass. No matter what, it didn't make sense to him.
There was no one who could've done this, as the park was empty at the time. Maybe this was all still a dream, and he'd wake up in the same park, having fainted from the heavy beating. Even if it wasn't the most favorable outcome, he prefered this over the idea of two people dying in front of him.
Naoto kept thinking and trying to process Today's events, his mind slowly getting hazy from the lack of sleep. "I... can't really do much by worrying. Maybe tommorow... the answers will be clear." Naoto said to himself as his body gave out to sleepiness and he dozed off.
"You're Awakening your true potential. All you need is time to understand, but soon enough, you'll learn to walk the path Destined for you."
Naoto jumped from his bed, waking up in a cold sweat as he took deep breaths. Another horrible nightmare to start his day. It was simply routine at this point, so he didn't even bother to try remembering what he dreamt about.
Naoto looked at his alarm clock. 7:30. It was still pretty early, and he had about an hour until he had to be at school. He lifted his blanket, sitting up on his bed and turning his eyes to the TV. "Maybe I could watch some morning cartoo-"
Then, all the events of yesterday came back to him. The bodies, the blood, the fact that he had to witness it all in the first place. It brought a light shiver to him. However, the return of those memories brought along an idea to him. If it wasn't a dream, and those two had actually bitten the dust, then it should had to be on the news! Heck, it should probably be the Number-One topic of discussion.
Naoto quickly fumbled around the room, looking for the TV-Remote. It didn't take him long to find it, as he snatched it up and turned on the TV, instantly switching to the news, and...
Nothing. There were no news about it. Naoto was very confused. It was practically impossible for nobody to have found the bodies at this point. The corpses weren't exactly hidden. From what he remembers, he simply left them lying there, not even bothering to move them.
He decided to give them the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps it was still too early for anyone to have found it, or maybe the news still weren't aware of this. He simply decided to go about his day as usual and checking the news at school later.
But for now, all Naoto could do was get dressed and prepare for school.
Naoto sat in the Art-Club, resuming his sketch of an apple, which he didn't get to finish the previous day. Other than his usual headache, his day had remained as usual. However, now that it was already later in the day, he finally decided to check the news again.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket and went on Google as he started looking at news website. He had expected something along the lines of "Two students found dead by unidentifiable reasons." Being the main talking point everywhere, but there was still nothing. Not a single website or page was saying anything about it.
He remembered it too vividly for him to even consider it being a dream. So then why was no one talking about it? Why had no one noticed yet? Was he going insane?
Naoto's train of thought was stopped as the door to the clubroom slid open. A young girl stepped in, closing the door behind her.
She seemed to be slightly younger than Naoto, along with a small stature, measuring slightly bellow Nagatoro. Her hairstyle consisted of short, wavy hair, which, similar to naoto, was dark brown along with her eyes. Her hair was also decorated with multiple hairpins in the shape of flowers.
The girl approached Naoto as he looked at her, confused as to who this stranger was. "Um... can I help you?" He asked her, attempting to at least be polite.
"Is this the Art Club?" She asked, to which Naoto nodded. "Yeah, it is. But I'm the only current member."
The girl extended her hand to him, apparently expecting him to shake it. "My name is Emi Shikichi, and I'd like to join your club."