Love Triangle
Chapter 13. Bad Luck
Karma has cried for the past two days.
He has cried so much, that he's now in fact dehydrate beyond helping.
After one day of locking himself in his room, with the butlers and maids asking him what's wrong and begged him to go out, he finally opened the door.
His appearance was just awful. His eyes has sunken in from not being able to sleep. They're all madly red, and he looked sick.
With his bed hair and his slouching figure, he dragged himself down to the kitchen, where he cried again.
Usually, he would be ashamed to cry in front of people, but for once, he said fuck it and became a sobbing mess infront of the servants.
He thought about how Nagisa must have hated him now. Being hated by Nagisa is more painful than anything to him. It's more painful than sitting on nails, stepping on fire. So he cried like a little baby that just stepped on a piece of lego.
After he's finished crying, he started gulping down water and food like a bear. They said when you're sad, food is your best friend, and he couldn't say that it's not true. Tears mixed with his food, leaving the salty taste in his mouth.
That night, he would have sleep, if not for the fact that his nose is now runny and can't breath.
Morning of the third day, he looked at himself on the mirror. The servants in the house have already left, the only person left is his personal butler who was indeed worried about him.
He decided to go out, get some fresh air, and forget that he has ever cried.
So he went to the arcade at the mall, he could have had some fun, beating the self-claimed arcade champions, if he didn't remember that he and Nagisa used to visit this arcade everyday.
Shut up. Karma said to himself. Look at yourself, aren't you a sad little pile of shit?
He went to the convenient store. The house's chef probably stocked the kitchen with ingredients for him already, but he don't really want to cook right now, so some convenient store's meal would probably be enough for him.
On his way out, he saw Okuda.
"Oh, good afternoon Karma!" She greeted, smiling, blushing.
"Good afternoon, Okuda" He smiled, trying not to be rude.
They chatted. They chatted about assassination plans, all whispering. Okuda's eyes sparkled the whole time, yet they're not quite the same as Nagisa's.
His physical form is talking to Okuda, but his mental form is remembering Nagisa.
Why?
Perhaps God understood his feelings, because suddenly rain came falling down on a completely normal, sunny day.
"Ah, shit,… I didn't bring an umbrella" Karma mumbled, but Okuda could hear it.
"If-if you want to… we can share an umbrella" She stuttered, flustered.
So they walked down the street together, under the same umbrella.
Okuda acted embarrassed the whole time, only looking at her feet.
Karma would be rock-hard dense if he didn't realize how Okuda feel about him. From the girls' gossips to Okuda's blushing cheeks. He's not that oblivious.
Even though he did say he has the most interest in her, it is nothing more than her advantages on chemicals. When seeking a loving relationship, he can only see the color of blue.
"So… where is your house again?"
"Oh, just go down this street, than turn left, and then…"
A loud honk.
An oddly familiar voice.
Karma immediately turned around and was utterly horrified by the scene.
Blood, brighter than his hair, spilled on the ground.
That pretty face that he has always love, hurt.
He rushed over, doesn't matter the rain pouring down, he doesn't care.
Even if he's completely drench, even if he might catch a cold, even if he's freezing,...
Nagisa