Requested by The Crazy Chick In Black- thank you
Karin and Tatsuki
Hangers
Full of the insatiable curiosity that often affects young girls, the two scoured the Kurosaki house for any explanation for his continued absences and the bruises and injuries that permanently seemed to plight him. There were no clues in the kitchen, no clues in the living room. They looked in the bathroom, but aside from some painkillers mysteriously labelled 'Fourth' and some gauze and bandages, there was nothing there that answered any questions.
His room they left until last, but it too was empty of any explanation. There were no hollowed out books with clues hidden inside of them, no drawers with false bottoms, no chests of secrets underneath his bed. In face, everything was entirely normal, or appeared to be, until they opened the closet.
And then they were left with an entirely new conundrum.
Why were all of his clothes neatly folded on the floor of his wardrobe, instead of hung up? Why were all his clothes hangers missing, as if to make room for something else to fit in there?
And why, oh why, was there a small bed made up in there too?
They left his room, if anything, all the more confused.