Chapter 915

Awakening

If we were falsely accused,
if we were innocent,
if we were tricked...
Did it make a difference?
Was I free from blame?
Was I free from guilt?
If I could prove our innocence,
Would anything change?

No. I told myself.
This must have been my answer.

But Akira must be stopped.
My fists trembled with anger.
He had no right to do this.

"Then I'll come with you." She took my hand.










Chapter 916

Awakening

Together,
we marched down the
dim blanched hall
in a grim procession,
Airu at my heels,
trying to match my
long-legged pace.

I was too eager,
too furious,
too confused
to think straight.

Against Akira's cunning devices,
impulse was not a friend.
It took time and time again
to teach my stubborn mind
to see Akira in a different light.

Yes, he was not as simple as I had thought.
I hadn't expected him to do anything.

Did our history run that deep?
That his vengeance surpassed my imagination?
What had I done to him?










Chapter 917

Awakening

This time, I had had enough.
His meddling did not belong in
the affairs between Airu and I.

But the same question reappeared.
If it was really because of him,
should I accept this answer?

"Seiji..."

"Do you really have to ask him?"










Chapter 918

Awakening

"Is it better off not to know?"

She slowed her steps.
"I don't know."

I stopped.

Was it better to move on?

The storm wasn't worth it
to be tangled up and torn apart.

Yet,
it was too late.

"Akira!"










Chapter 919

Awakening

"Oi, wait up."

I started towards him but
he had already disappeared
into the elevator.

Where was he going without the others?

"Damn it."

Airu came up beside me hesitantly.

"Airu, you wait for the next elevator, I'm taking the stairs."

"Wait-"

Without another word,
I threw open the emergency stairwell
and tore down the steps.

I wasn't letting him get away with this.
Murder was in my eyes.










Chapter 920

Awakening

From the fifth floor,
it didn't take too long
to descend spiralling circles
swooping down on my prey.

Akira had answers.
I would get them.
No matter what it meant.

The black metal door to the first floor
swam in front of me, it's number one
in sharp contrasting crimson red.

I nearly collided with it
before wrenching the door off its hinges.

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