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After the both of them went inside the house,
an awkward silence infiltrated the room. They were sharing the same room since the house is small, almost abandoned, and kind of cold.
"Hey" Y/N started while staring at the ceiling. "Why are you still smiling even though your friend just died?"
'What the fuck was that Y/N?!' she screamed mentally.
Thought that it was a bad decision to bring that kind of topic to him. Soon his laugh echoed the room. She couldn't see his face since she was on the bed and he was on the ground.
"He'd laugh at me if I were to be sad" he expressed genuinely. "He'll tease me, I just know it"
She could only hum in agreement.
"You said he was your one and only friend"
"He is and still will" he said. "I have friends and we even made a gang together."
"A gang? Why?" the movement from the blanket made some noise, indicating Y/N was interested in his story.
She looks at him while lying sideways with one hand resting on her chin. He shifted his attention to her, upwards to see her.
"To protect one another. That was his goal." he paused and had a little smile on his lips. "Our gang's motive."
He shifts his eyes onto hers.
"What about yours? What's your motive?"
"Me?" she pointed at herself. She thinks for a moment and said:
"Studying hard"
Kazutora was not satisfied with her answer.
"Not that. Your real motive." he cleared his throat after saying those words. "I'm sure you have one."
She stared at him while her thoughts were deep. Now that Y/N thinks about it, she never had any specific goal in her life except ranking first in her class and having perfect scores.
She never thought of having a dream job since she was so focused on getting appreciation from her family.
Kazutora smiled at her and said:
"You have a lot of free time to think about your motive." he slightly tilted his head to the side. "Don't push yourself."
"You're right" she agreed with him.
"You'll find it soon, I know." he said in a gentle tone.
"Okay, good night" with that she went off to bed leaving the poor man hanging as she covers herself with a blanket and her back facing him.
"Oh, well. Good night" he lets out a scoff after his words are spoken softly.
Eyelashes flutter as the eyes slowly adjust to the light. It was morning, the room was filled with sun rays.
"So bright" he muttered as he rubbed his eyes gently.
He sat there for a moment, staring at the wall and thinking about the happenings yesterday.
"Hm..." he hummed lowly. "That's right, I met a girl yesterday."
For a moment, he stayed quiet . . .
He suddenly got up and look at the empty bed neatly tucked in. He immediately went outside the room, only to find Y/N eating breakfast in the living room.
"Oh? You're up?" she greeted him.
"I thought you reported me to the police" he lets out a relieved sigh.
"Why would I? If I did, my family would find out about me and drag me back home."
'Good point' he thought. His golden orbs wandered on the things beside her.
"You went shopping?" he pointed at the paper bags beside her.
"Yeah" she said while busy eating her breakfast.
"Where did you get the money?" he questioned her as he slowly approach the couch to sit.
"I sold the belongings I have" she neatly placed her chopsticks on top of the table.
"Oh" he said.
"Those were expensive gifts I bought for myself" she looks at him. "It doesn't matter anymore, I can just buy another pair of earrings"
"You must be rich" he jokingly said.
"My uncle is, you know that famous Saito corporation? He's the Chief executive officer"
Those words echoed in his eyes, shocked as he is. He lets out a:
"WHAT?!" he shouted.
Y/N stood up casually and picked up the chopsticks and the cup of empty ramen.
"I MIGHT GET ARRESTED FOR TAKING YOU IN?!" he told her while panicking.
"You'll only get arrested if you let yourself get caught" she corrected him.
Walking to the kitchen to wash the chopsticks and throw the ramen cup in the trash.
"By the way, you should eat." her voice was louder this time so he could hear her from the kitchen.
He smiled when he saw ramen ready to be eaten on the table.
"Thanks" he said.
He began to eat the noodles when he heard his stomach grumble lowly.
"Oh! You better eat it fast" she said, showing herself while patting her wet hands on a spare towel.
"Why?" he asked as his mouth is stuffed with ramen.
"Just eat fast. No more question." the (h/c) haired girl said.
He hummed in wonder what she was up to.
"Could it be something important?" he sighed, thinking about her leaving this kind of situation.
Of course, she had the right to leave. That's what he thought.
"WHAT?" he unconsciously shouted at her.
"It's not a bad idea" she said as she prepares the tools needed.
"I-I mean you're right" he composed himself. "I just..."
"Don't trust me?" she sent a death glare. "If you wish to be recognized and captured, it's fine by me."
She started packing the materials in the paper bag.
"N-no! Of course not!" he stopped her with his words. "I just don't know if black hair would suit me."
"It will." she handed the dye she had on her hand to him.
He looks at it. There was a part of him wanting her to dye his hair, maybe it was just a silly thinking of his.
"You know how to dye, right?" she eyes his banana-like-hair.
"Of course" he chuckles.
With that, Kazutora went to the bathroom and started to dye his hair. On the other hand, Y/N sat on the couch.
'How do you dye your hair?' she questioned herself.
She never dyed her hair since she belonged to a strict household. Her (e/c) eyes lingered on the ceiling and her back hit the couch's back.
She exhaled from her deep inhalation of air.
"My motive..." she mumbled, thinking Kazutora's lines last night. "I have so many achievements yet I'm lost in reality."
Thinking back then, she was forbidden to go outside or hang out as other kids do. She only goes out to school and has a few family occasions.
"I didn't have much freedom." laughing at herself as she was pathetic as always.
'What if the purpose of meeting this odd guy is a way for me to understand myself more?' she asked herself while closing her eyes.
After several minutes of closing her eyes, she can't relax for some reason. There's this feeling that she should be working instead of relaxing.
Her fingers were twitching while her body is trying to relax.
"I hate this feeling." she opened her eyes and scanned the living room.
It was an antique house, it was good enough since it was still capable to give necessities such as electricity, to warm up the house.
Away from her family and house yet she feels at home and in comfort. She stared into the air and laid down for several minutes.
"What an odd feeling" she managed to say before yawning.
Drowsiness began to occupy her state, eyelids were getting heavier until she shuts them.
Surely, a little rest from time to time won't hurt.
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