003: three drabbles
"I miss Ryutaro", he declared aloud.
Nine pairs of eyes snapped towards him, peering suspiciously. Chinen shrugged his shoulders. "That came from nowhere, sorry."
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Idle.
That's what he was. Ryutaro was bored, and sad, and-and, nothing could change that, nothing had.
He missed them, and they probably were moving on without him. The very thought intimidated him. He simply did not want them to, he was pinning his hopes on it. Not wanting to be left behind, as he always was. If Ryutaro was anything, it was probably his naivety. The blind optimism, still hoping that this was nothing but REM sleep. Naivety that kept pushing him through, becoming the best actor that he was, to smile in front of his friends, his family, even his own self.
They were all fake, the laughter, the smiles, jokes.
"I am actually happy that I got out from that hell hole", he jokingly said, bitter laughs erupt as his classmates went along.
It was a lie.
Freedom was something he had been pretty much excited about, true, however as time come and goes, seeing his best friends in the billboard, TV, everyfuckingwhere- he was mad at himself.
The truth and dare that went along for a long time.
He clenched and unclenched his fist for no reason. The sudden pressure on his chest, in which he had loathed to death.
He was becoming a shell.
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His petite frame was slumped against the wall, the gaping hole in his shoulder effectively made him grunt in pain. Who knew that the bastard still had another underling behind him? That last blow sent him down on the hard ground and made him gasp for breath.
Where's Ryutaro when he needed him?
Ah, there he was. The condition wasn't as bad, either. Bruises scattered along his face, also one of his eyes. There was blood everywhere, nothing new.
"Hey, help me out and stop texting your girlfriend", Chinen joked, holding on the edge of a dumpster in a bloody alley for support, his legs were starting to give up on him.
Ryutaro grunted, flipping his cellphone off and strode toward the petite boy. He tugged his hair harshly, smirking.
"If I had a girlfriend I wouldn't be busy screwing you, would I?", Ryutaro said, put an arm around his shoulder and helped Chinen stand up.
Chinen groaned, the hole was bursting out blood again.
"We need a doctor", Ryutaro declared.
"No shit, Sherlock"
"It's a few blocks away"
Chinen merely shook his head in disapproval.
The taller man sighed, "What are you suggesting then, Dr. Watson?"
"It's in the suitcase, there's one more target, he is a doctor, call him to come over and we'll confront him then"
Ryutaro shook his head, "You're losing too much blood, you'll die, idiot."
"Who's the idiot here?", Chinen asked, smiling through his pain. "I'll survive, dumbass. I'm the--" He coughed. "Mighty Hawk"
"Just let me help bandaging your shoulder"
"Go ahead, doc."
"Squirrel." Ryutaro said out of the blue, while taking a clean cloth from his backpack.
Chinen stared. "What?"
"You're a squirrel."
He laughed then, "Yeah, right, squirrels."
"My squirrel, idiot."
Chinen smiled, "Yeah, whatever."