Unforgettable
"Seguchi, we really need a talk."
"What do you want now, Hashiba. Weren't you the one who said I'm the culprit for her condition? Why are you asking me for help? "
"Do you think I'm that willing to talk to you? I have no choice. You're the only alliance and her family member now. Who else can I contact?"
The sun was glowing dimmer and dimmer, night is approaching fast succumbing the sky with the darkness and spread over the city. They're in this particular café, the two spoke with extreme seriousness that killed the last bit of light in them. Kori, the problem still lies, what are they going to do to her, what to do with her, how to tell her. It was a never-ending dilemma.
Touma took a sip on the latte and looked at the man. His eyes weren't looking at him but onto a piece of paper, which seemed to be a page torn out from a notepad. What was written on it was unknown to him, but it seems to be from a very important source of some sort.
"Why me?"
Miyashi flickered at the voice and took his eyes away from the scribbles. He allowed his fingers to mingle with the glass of sherry, trying to figure what else to say to him. It was difficult somehow. He was an outsider to their problems after all.
"How did you feel when Kori killed them? Did you blame her?"
It was not a very good start; Touma had already diverted his attention away from the man's question. Touma's a very stubborn teen for his age; it was too difficult to make him speak.
"I hated her."
The answer tapped onto Miyashi's mind. Maybe it was because he was an outsider that he felt unwelcome, but Touma wasn't trying to hide anything at all.
"That night, I saw her with that knife in her hands, her body smeared with blood. Dad and Mom on the bloody bed, struggling. Kori's clothes were ripped and there were scratches on her bare neck with flowing blood. There she stabbed into their chests, again and again without stopping. She was crying."
Miyashi took a sip onto the wine trying to get the picture out. He felt ill all of a sudden and there was an urge of puking.
"Kori…she…"
"I was there before her and fell to the ground. Like how you're feeling now, I nearly screamed. I was petrified. She's insane, an insane murderer. Can you imagine? A thirteen-year-old girl smeared with blood, sitting on two bloody corpses? Do you know what the hell I'm feeling?"
Touma began to break down into tears. The topic was too much for him; it was terrifying to have the images go through his mind again. It was more than just a nightmare.
"Then, I hated her a lot. She was sent to the asylum and I went through a series of therapies, but it just wasn't enough. I really hated her and I intend for her existence to be crossed out. To me, she was like an enemy.
But then, on that day I went to see her, decided to kill. She was just there by the window when I saw her, staring out into the nothingness before her. There were no expressions on her face but tears were always flowing down her cheeks. She was thinner than before and she looked so vulnerable. The nurses there told me that she doesn't seem to bother about life anymore; she doesn't eat nor drink. Either which, she just didn't want to move. The nurses fed her with only liquids since she doesn't chew and they took care of her every daily activity. And there was one thing I'm very concerned about, she's very suicidal. She'll kill herself if she's not watched."
Touma sighed and pushed the cup away.
"I felt sorry for her."
"Sorry for her?"
Touma nodded slightly and wiped away the tears.
"She was helpless. I went to visit her in the room, she was singing. I couldn't communicate with her since she's locked in her own world and not listening. She replied occasionally but it always had nothing to do with what I'm talking about. It was just too pathetic.
But when this particular boy about her age enters her room to visit her, she'll always be welcoming him with a beautiful bright smile. It was nothing like I've ever seen before when she was back then, it was too pure and innocent. I can't believe that someone having a smile like this could be someone who ruthlessly killed Dad and Mom. It was too unbelievable."
Miyashi ruffled with his copper-coloured hair and finished his sherry. With a thought, he gave the answer.
"Ryuichi Sakuma."
Touma did not reply. He knew that was an obvious answer as Ryuichi was Kori's best friend. He was always the one who brought her laughter and smiles.
"He's a miracle." Miyashi turned his head and gazed out into the streets. "When I first met him, he was still a brat tied to the ward's bed."
Touma took another sip of the latte and frowned, "He was Kori's suicide partner."
"Yeah, you can say that. But to me, they're like a pair of shoes, never to be separated.
When I first saw Ryuichi, he was tied to the ward's bed and everything that poses danger are taken away from him. He was there sobbing with his long fringes covering his face, all he was saying was 'Kori, Kori, Kori'. It was sad. I think he really regretted abusing her feelings."
Touma stood up and foot the bills, he can't stand it anymore. The guy's asking too much.
"So, you'll agree?" Miyashi yelled, hoping for the last answer.
Nonetheless, the blonde left the café.
The sky was dark. He had chat with the guy for about nearly two hours but he didn't realize it. The cold autumn breeze ruled the city, the beautiful night sky full of twinkling lights. Below it, stood a brunette that was way too familiar before him. His beautiful features stood out from the crowd and his eyes attracted him seriously.
"Sakuma Ryuichi? Aren't you in the hospital with Kori?"
Ryuichi smiled but didn't reply to the question.
"I'm going to see Hashiba, I have a favor of him."
"Oh. Is Kori alright now?"
"Yes, but she seemed to be a little moody, so I left her there. You know, she'll kill me if I upset or interrupt in the affairs." Ryuichi waved at Miyashi, who had noticed him through the glass panels. "So, I'll have to do it behind her back. Do you agree, Seguchi?"
Ryuichi ran into the café as the chills were getting into him, leaving Touma all alone again.
Touma felt like crying, why does everyone hate him so much? It just doesn't make sense. They should hate the murderer. Why him?
But thinking back then, Kori WAS suffering with his parents. She even wanted herself to be dead again and again, but was always brought back.
"Oh God, why do you have to toy with me like that?"
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