Why
Title: Why
Author: mistykt
Pairings: None.
Rating: PG
Length: 184 words
Summary: Barnaby has some alone time with the wanted poster of Samantha's murderer, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi.
A/N: A bit spoiler-y if you aren't caught up to episode 20.
‘Kotetsu T. Kaburagi,’ Barnaby thought to himself as he stared down at the wanted poster in his lap. A strange feeling began to well up in his chest. It was intense and deep, but to his frustration, it wasn’t hate. Not even close.
He picked up the poster with both hands, brought the man’s picture eye-level to his own, and analyzed the face in front of him. “I don’t know who you are,” he concluded, surprised though, as the tightening in his chest grew painful.
The longer he gazed at the man in the picture, the stronger the pain in his chest became. ‘What is this?’ he wondered irritably.
He swiftly moved his hands to the top of the page and made to tear it straight down the middle, but faltered. He continued to stare into the man he knew to be a murder’s eyes even when his vision blurred and tears began streaming down his cheeks.
The poster fell to the floor as Barnaby removed both hands to clutch desperately at his aching chest.
“Why? Why can’t I hate you, old man?”
Author: mistykt
Pairings: None.
Rating: PG
Length: 184 words
Summary: Barnaby has some alone time with the wanted poster of Samantha's murderer, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi.
A/N: A bit spoiler-y if you aren't caught up to episode 20.
‘Kotetsu T. Kaburagi,’ Barnaby thought to himself as he stared down at the wanted poster in his lap. A strange feeling began to well up in his chest. It was intense and deep, but to his frustration, it wasn’t hate. Not even close.
He picked up the poster with both hands, brought the man’s picture eye-level to his own, and analyzed the face in front of him. “I don’t know who you are,” he concluded, surprised though, as the tightening in his chest grew painful.
The longer he gazed at the man in the picture, the stronger the pain in his chest became. ‘What is this?’ he wondered irritably.
He swiftly moved his hands to the top of the page and made to tear it straight down the middle, but faltered. He continued to stare into the man he knew to be a murder’s eyes even when his vision blurred and tears began streaming down his cheeks.
The poster fell to the floor as Barnaby removed both hands to clutch desperately at his aching chest.
“Why? Why can’t I hate you, old man?”