Aoba never had been more happy in his life, every part of his plan went exactly as they were supposed to. Despite having to react fast to the circonstences everything went as planned, he was now relived of a great weight on his shoulders. Now that he was alone with Mikado he had nothing to fear anymore.
All he had to do is too keep on the mask of the good friend, concerned by his companion's pain and shed a tear or two and everything would be alright.
Mikado was fearful, he knew full well that underestimating him would probably mean his downfall, that's why he was ready for everything and that's why he admired him and wanted to ally.
No matter how he looked into it it was the safest and the better way, now that he was sure he wasn't suspected by Mikado everything will go well, Mikado would do anything in his power to avoid loosing another companion to this hellish island.
Carefully he raised his voice, hands put on Mikado's shoulder, "Mikado-sempai, there are shovels over there, let's bury them"
The older boy weakly nodded and got up, moving to follow Aoba outside.
They both worked silently under the rising sun, Mikado concentrating on what he was doing and Aoba trying to find a safe way to find and eliminate who was left on the island.
That was hopeless, he couldn't think about any way to track them down, nor could he predict what kind of weapon they would carry or how he could kill them, he didn't even have the slightest idea of who was left.
He was reduced to mere assumptions and he didn't like it.
However he was ready to bet everything on the fact Izaya was still alive, they were from the same kind, he would have found a way to stay alive, even if it meant siding up with Shizuo, who was likely to have survived so far as well. With his monstruous powers it was almost a given.
The only other people he was more or less sure were still alive were the two members of Awakusu-kai, from the informations he remembered about the group these two would be a wonderful team, the fighter and the strategist, they would find a way to survive too.
However nothing was sure and he had no mean of checking anything. Aoba sighed and talked again to Mikado. "I think it's deep enough"
His sempai still stayed silent, nodding. He didn't move when Aoba left and Aoba didn't have the heart to ask him for help.
Alone, he carried the three bodies and put them in the hole, covering them with dirt.
It was tiring but he thought it to be necessary for Mikado.
Once they had finished he suggested "Let's move on Sempai, we'll be more easily discovered if we stay near a remarkable place"
Again, Mikado weakly nodded. Aoba hoped he would come back to his senses very soon or he wouldn't be able to take it anymore.