"When people lie, it isn't the lie itself that is important, but the reason why they lie in the first place."
Everyone has secrets that they want to keep hidden and unknown to others. And that includes Kaiyo herself.
She was dragged into a bar by he...
The hot drink must have calmed his nerves and stress more than he thought.
--Or maybe it was just the short conversation with her that made him relax.
When he was woken up by Kusanagi pushing at his shoulders and calling for him, he found that the two Sakomoto siblings had left the bar in the wee hours of the morning—seeing as he couldn't feel their presence and it was early in the morning.
Amber eyes trailed to the clock on the wall—its short and long hands just pointing at '6' and '10' respectively—before he moved them down to look at the letter in his hand given by Kusanagi who said he had found it on his bedside table.
The letter was short as he stared at the simple yet cursive handwriting.
'Thank you very much for the hospitality, but we should head home now. Please do not look for us.'
For a reason he didn't know, the last few words left a distaste in his mouth.
"I wanted to make breakfast, so I went over and knocked on the door to ask if they would like to have anything special. When I entered after receiving no response, everything was cleared up neatly. Only this paper was left on the bedside table."
Kusanagi raised a brow when he saw the expression on his face. "Ho, you're frowning King? Displeased?"
His brow twitched once and he shot a glare towards the blonde who raised his hands in front of him in surrender, apologising for teasing him.
With a click of his tongue, Mikoto pushed back his messy hair and stood up from the couch. He slipped on the jacket covering him, heading towards the kitchen to prepare. When he realised Kusanagi had not stood from his seat, he looked over his shoulder towards him. "Breakfast?" He asked plainly with a steely gaze.
Sighing out, Kusanagi shrugged his shoulders and stood up. "Hai hai, wakarimasu."
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Feet walking on the cemented floor, a hand pushed onto the rim of the pair of glasses to keep it in place. A hand holding onto the straps of their school bag, the person veered through the crowds of people to reach their destination.
Footsteps thundered in an alley; breath coming out in pants as the person ran through the somewhat cramped space. Yells echoed out behind, but he didn't stop, not wanting to get caught. He knew if he were to get into their hands, he would suffer a painful death.
Running out of the alley, he had run onto the busy streets. The change in the environment took him by surprise since he wasn't thinking of where he was running towards and he stumbled into someone who had moved out of the way and kicked at his feet instinctively, causing him to fall to the floor. Cold sweat littered his back and forehead; barely able to catch himself from kissing the floor head-on.
