He had to let the firewood loudly falling on the floor as he ran toward Kasuka, trying his best to be as fast as possible to save his little brother from such an horrible death.
Shizuo, however, couldn't do anything.
A loud explosion resounded in the sleeping forest. He tried reaching for his brother until the last moment but the one known as the most dangerous person of Ikebukuro was thrown back by the blast.
When he opened his eyes again, Shizuo wished he never had.
Lightenned by the moving glow of the fire, all he could see was red, red everywhere.
What was left of his beloved brother's body was scattered all over the place, transforming this quiet corner of the forest into something akin to a battle field, transforming everything into blood.
The famous Hanejima Yuuhei would never ever play again.
The grenade had made lethal damages to the young actor, slicing his body into so many different parts counting would be impossible, throwing them all over the clearing, decorating the trees with skin and organ parts, with the faint light dispensed by the fire it almost looked like a Christmas scenery.
The blonde was mesmerized, he couldn't believe what had happened before him, he knew it, he sould never have left his little brother alone in this fucked up island, he should have stayed with him, protected him.
Now he had lost the most precious thing he ever had. Heiwajima Kasuka was reduced to a mess of human flesh, not even having the shape of a human anymore, barely a corpse.
The only part still intact was the head, miraculously the head stayed as it was during his life, tainted with blood, hairs wet with the red fluid, but it was Kasuka's head, eyes wide open, staring, liveless, at the debt collector, as if they were accusing him of everything happening on the island.
Shizuo couldn't stand looking at the scenery in front of him, yet he stood there, and couldn't avert his eyes from the sight before him. All strength seemed to had left his body, any will to had deserted him. He felt nothing anymore, nor sadness, nor anger, just sheer emptiness.
While wandering around the place, his eyes came to encounter a silhouette laying on the floor and he recognized the man who started running when he came back.
At the sight, his body moved on his own, he started walking toward the unconscious man.