Broken
...Fourteenth Part: Daisuke...
I headed toward the front door, passing Dark and Krad on my way out. Krad was sitting next to the thief, curled against his side with his legs swung over Dark's. They were watching a movie – I didn't bother to figure out which it was.
"Mom! I'm going to visit Satoshi!" I called back over my shoulder.
"Daisuke, it's pouring rain out there," she argued, coming out of the kitchen.
I shrugged. "I don't mind."
"And besides that, Satoshi is working," she added.
"So? I'll bet it gets boring in the office," I pointed out. I didn't really believe that – Sato could probably survive through any boring situation imaginable – but I really wanted to see him. He was my best friend, and I hadn't talked to him in weeks.
I didn't wait for her permission before heading out the door, but she didn't yell at me, so that was a good sign.
Trudging through the rain, I took in the appearance of a drenched Azumano, memorizing the differences for if I ever felt like painting it. I looked at the shine of the clear, pure water, and how it made everything sparkle or glisten. Despite how dark and dreary the place was without sun or stars shining down on it, everything really looked beautiful; sort of refreshing. A small smile traced over my lips.
. . .
The recently added-on-to building came into view; a combination of office space at one end and a secure jail at the other. A couple of guards stood out in the rain, conversing.
I took a step closer, and simultaneously a bright wave of heat met my vision, followed closely by an ear-damaging BANG.
"SATOSHI!" I shrieked, realizing very quickly what had happened. I ran with other passers-by to see the destruction of the jail wing of the building, watching helplessly as the fire from the explosion grew and spread.