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27 June 2019 @ 12:05 am
[Fic] Free Roads (Oneshot)  
Title: Free Roads
Fandom: Oniichan Gacha (kind of a darker AU version of it)

Characters: Kirara (Abe Aran), Road (Morita Myuto), Nega (Matsuda Genta), Ken-san (Iwamoto Hikaru), Gentle (Kyomoto Taiga), Seigi (Fukazawa Tatsuya)
Pairing: Kirara/Road, Ken-san/Gentle
Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH
Summary: All they want is a friendly family environment. All they get is a twisted reality.




Free Roads




Blood. There’s blood on his hands, blood on the street, blood on his clothes as well, the eerie, gruesome smell of it everywhere in the air. And smoke.



Nega chokes, his hands shaking, his knees shaking as well, and he tries to stand up, but he drops down immediately. One leg hurts like hell, maybe he broke an ankle or something, but he can’t concentrate on that now, can only take a deep breath that only leaves him with the intense urge to throw up. He knows he has cuts and scratches on his face and arms as well, but it’s nothing, they are nothing, not compared to the body next to him, the wheels of the bike still spinning after the fall.



And voices, so many voices around him, or probably just in his head, because he cannot really see anyone, or maybe it’s because of the smoke…



“ROAD! ROAD!”


He knows that voice for sure, it can be heard above any other noise, and Nega can feel his eyes filling with tears now, crawls next to the body, shakes his shoulder gently.



“Road, wake up…please, please wake up, I’m so sorry…”



But the one they’re calling is not moving, not opening his eyes, and the blood keeps running, both from his head and his stomach, the cut too deep. There’s someone next to Nega now, hands reaching out for Road as well, voice calling out his name, again and again and again, and Nega shuts his eyes close, lets the tears run free as Kirara keeps calling out to Road, voice breaking with pain and despair and agony.


They’re easy to use and easy to toss away. But sometimes, it’s not really easy at all.

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He takes his first breath in the new environment, fills his lungs with confidence and the usual flirtatious attitude, the door already opening. Nothing new, nothing Kirara hasn’t experienced before, the little girl standing there in enthusiasm, a man next to her, probably her father. She seems to be scanning him from head to toe as he stands up, and he smiles at her, one of his flashiest smiles. The man gently pats the girl’s shoulder, leaning down to talk to her.



“Won’t this one be good? He looks like he’s a good match…”



“He looks amazing, papa!” the girl chirps, claps her hands in enthusiasm, then beams at Kirara, who smiles again, stretches his hand out.



“Nice to meet you, my adorable future little sister!”



She’s already chuckling, clapping her hands again, muttering some incoherent nonsense that Kirara does not really care about, has already waited too long since the last time his capsule was picked. He’ll do better this time, every journey back is only a guide to progress and development.


“Perhaps he’ll be better than any of the others we already have, don’t you think?”



Others?


The man leans closer to Kirara now, lifts a finger to press it against his ranking. “Maybe not as good as the others, but there’s always room for evolvement. Let’s go bring him some clothes. Come with us, boy, you can pick on your own.”



Maybe a little different than what he expected? Kirara steps out of the bathtub, looks around at what seems to be a very luxurious bathroom, and takes the towel the little girl is holding, wiping his body quickly. He’s not really used to that, has to admit, it’s usually girls and their mothers, and they’re way easier to deal with, but who knows, maybe this young lady here has no mother. And maybe her father thinks signing up a contract with an oniichan will spare him from having to deal with his daughter.

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“We have to move, we have to leave, you know they can’t take him to an actual hospital-“



“NO, I’M NOT LEAVING HIM!” Kirara snaps, and Nega swallows down his sob, wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, looking around desperately. How long until they catch up to them? How long until they take him away?



“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Kirara, it’s my fault, he was trying to help me, I’m so sorry…” he chokes, digs his nails into his fists but it’s not working, it doesn’t take the pain he’s feeling away. They have to take him back to the Professor, try to, somehow, but Kirara is not moving a spot, still holding Road’s body in his arms.



“They drove him to this, they drove you both to this, they drove us all to this!” he yells, holds Road tighter, his clothes now stained red as well. “I WON’T LET THOSE MONSTERS COME AND TAKE HIM, I WON’T LEAVE HIM HERE!”



“But we cannot carry him…” Nega protests, weakly indeed, because no, he doesn’t want to leave Road here, either, not after everything he did for him, all the support, all the nights he spend next to him, comforting him while he was crying…he knows, a hospital is impossible, and taking him back to the store will be fatal because their owners might be waiting for them there…



But where can they go like this? What about the police? It’s not like no one will notice the wrecked motorcycle and three people in the middle of the street…

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The “others”. He learns about them on the very same day, gets to meet them when he’s dressed and led to a big room. Seigi, Gentle, Road, Ken-san. In the first couple of hours, he sees who are the favorites, when the girl asks all 5 of them to play with her and her toys. Gentle and Ken-san are the big winners, even though Kirara can see how completely different their personalities are. Gentle just won’t stop talking, while Ken-san is pretty quiet, barely voices out words, and spends most of his time carrying the little girl around.



Seigi is by far the loudest, crawls right and left on the carpet, making a mess of the girl’s dolls, teaching them what it right and wrong and what is justice, and frankly, it’s not long before Kirara’s head starts aching, but he still prefers him over Road, who looks like he just escaped prison, or some really hideously-dressed yakuza clan.



What is his place there? He never had to compete with other oniichans before, he’s not sure he can do the teamwork thing well. Still, he tries, stays closer to Gentle who seems to be the best out of the bunch, manages to steal a little glance at his ranking at some point.


C.

Well, he can live with that.


And then playtime is over, and the girl is leaving with her dad, leaving them behind to tidy the room up. It’s the perfect opportunity for Kirara to squeeze some information out of them, they look friendly a lot, don’t they?



Seigi groans the moment they are left alone, slowly picking the dolls from the carpet to throw them in the respective box. “I cannot believe she still wants more, soon we’ll need a separate house just for us…”



“Let’s not forget her father is looking for an A or an S.” Gentle mutters, and something about the kind, pleasant expression he had earlier is gone now, as if it was fake. Not that Kirara can blame him, they all have to fake their enthusiasm at some point, at least until they bond with whoever draws them. “So, what about you?” he says, turns to look over at Kirara, who raises an eyebrow immediately, not really happy with the way he’s being addressed.



“What about me?”



“I think he’s asking about your ranking, we already know your name, anyway.” Seigi explains, and Kirara shrugs, twirling his hair with a smirk.



“It’s a D, why? Am I going to get bullied?”



“A D?” Seigi lets out, turns to Ken-san who is the only one who’s picking the toys and putting them back to their place without a single word. “That’s lower than us all, why would they keep him…”



“Because his face suits their image.” Road snorts, mocking and downgrading and for a moment, Kirara wants to reply with his usual line, act like he’s aware that his face is his only good trait. But this bastard here is not a sister candidate, and therefore he has no obligation to be courteous and humble with him.



“I wonder why they’re keeping you, then? Clearly the only thing you could be to this family is their gardener or something…”



The sound of Road clicking his tongue is the only warning Kirara gets before he’s violently pushed against the wall, the taller guy already lifting his fist threateningly, but then Seigi is pulling him back, and Ken-san sighs, shaking his head.



“Road. You know this will cause more problems than it can solve.”



There’s an awkward silence in the room, the 4 of them staring at each other with an expression Kirara cannot really decipher, but eventually, Road releases him, takes a step back drawing a heavy breath, and it’s obvious right in this moment, that he’s the one Kirara will get along with the least. Really, if all this family is looking for is an A or an S oniichan, why are they keeping them?

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A car stops by their side, almost bumps onto the motorcycle, and Nega jolts, forces himself to stand up in front of Kirara and Road protectively, even though his whole body is still shaking. No, he’s the one who got them into this mess, he’s the one Road was trying to help. He cannot let them take him, cannot let them toss his body like it’s of no importance and then beat the hell out of Kirara. He’s panting, takes a weak step towards the car as the door opens, ready to defend as best as possible, even though he knows he’s no match, no matter who it is.



But it’s Seigi, and Ken-san. Ken-san, who pulls him into his arms into a protective hug as Seigi drops to his knees next to Kirara and Road, Ken-san who kisses the top of his head and asks him if he’s ok, if he’s hurt. Nega wants to speak, he really does, but all he can do is break down into tears, weakly point at Road, and now Ken-san’s arms are also shaking, words dying in his throat as well.


“It was my fault, he only wanted to help me get away, I’m so sorry…”



“We have to move him, we have to take him from here before they come…”



“They won’t have him, I won’t give him to them!” Kirara hisses again, blood smeared on his face as well, the face he once would do anything to protect from getting ugly somehow. “They already had Gentle, I WON’T-“



“We’ll take him, Kirara, we’ll take him!” Seigi protests, shakes his shoulders to make him snap out of it. “We’ll take him in the car and we’ll…”



“They won’t find him.” Ken-san speaks, his voice shaking but still staying determined. “They won’t find him, Kirara, I promise. And we’ll give him…a proper burial. But you have to let us take him in the car. And Nega is also hurt…”


“I’ll be fine, just please, please don’t let them take the body…” Nega begs, can’t even bother wiping his eyes anymore. “Please, he suffered enough for my sake…”


His eyes meet Kirara’s again, both pairs glistering with the tears, but now Kirara is letting go of his tight hold on Road’s body, slowly helps Seigi pick him up and carry him to the car.

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Gentle, Seigi and Ken-san are sharing a room, and he’s stuck in another room with Road. It’s bad luck already, and every time Road gets a little louder than Kirara can handle, he’s this close to snapping and showering him with curses, but every time, he remembers that he needs his face if he wants to win over them all, and he holds back.



The first week goes by in a weird atmosphere. Sometimes it’s all of them with the girl, sometimes it’s only a couple, sometimes he’s alone. It only takes a couple of days for him to figure out that Gentle’s cheerful behavior vanishes as soon as the girl or her father are out of their sight. Ken-san doesn’t seem like he wants to spend a lot of time talking, either, and so Kirara has no choice but to seek Seigi for more information, despite how loud he can be.



Seigi seems to be the first gacha the girl drew, after all.



“First it was me, then it was Road, then Ken-san and then Gentle. Gentle seems to be familiar with both Road and Ken-san, apparently they have crossed paths in the past, although Road and Ken-san met each other for the first time here. The girl clearly doesn’t mind who ends up being her big brother as long as we can spend endless hours playing with her, but the father…he’s looking for something more. I don’t know what it is, but clearly, it’s not something we possess, otherwise you wouldn’t have been added to the list. When Gentle arrived, we thought it was over. He’s beautiful, has manners, can keep his cheerful pretense for hours…”



“…but?”



“But he has a C ranking.” Seigi mumbles. “And that is not something the father likes.”



“So why not take him back, then?” Kirara asks; are they idiots? Taking a faulty one back gives them bigger chances of being the ones to get chosen. Seigi rolls his eyes.



“He doesn’t want to take him back. He wants to improve him, until he’s worthy of this family. Until in the father’s eyes, he’s worth an A.”



“…how is that possible?”



“Trying to milk info out of the most naïve again? What, is a week too much for you?”



Road’s voice is one of the most annoying things Kirara has to put up with in this household, and he purses his lips immediately, can’t let go of it this time. He turns, even though Seigi is tugging onto his sleeve, burns Road with an ironic stare, and Road stares back at him with the very same look, only firing Kirara more.



“Clearly a week is more than enough to make you feel so threatened, isn’t it? Must be really humiliating to see someone of lower ranking surpass you so fast…”



“Rankings only matter for people like you. They don’t mean anything.” Road hisses back at him, and Kirara nods, releasing a mocking laughter.



“Clearly, because your stupid B hasn’t worked well for you so far, has it? Pity, it’s even the highest ranking here…well, not counting Ken-san, who must be smart enough to be hiding his…”



“Then I guess your D is for “dick”, and the only salvation is that face of yours. Congratulations, you definitely fit into this family.”



“GUYS, COME ON!” Seigi growls suddenly, and it makes Kirara jolt, while Road whines, covering his ears immediately. “You don’t have to marry each other, but does it help anyone if you snipe 24/7?”



“It would certainly help if he wasn’t around.” Kirara mutters, acid dripping from his voice, and Road takes a step towards him, but is stopped by Seigi, giving Kirara the chance to leave the room. Nothing about this situation makes sense, but it’s even more frustrating when idiots like Road try to mess with him.

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He sees it, on a sleepless night that makes him want to leave his bed and take a walk around the house in hopes that he’ll feel sleepy enough to surrender to his slumber. He leaves the room tiptoeing, doesn’t need Road to start questioning him. He knows they are forbidden from going out to the garden at night, he knows there are guards. Maybe he could tell them that he just wants to take a stroll, maybe one of them could even join to make sure he won’t be running off anywhere.



He never makes it to the front door though, because passing by the living room has him frozen; he can hear voices, quiet, worried, their tone urgent. He blinks, hides in the corner of the wall, and the light coming in through the curtains helps him a lot. Gentle and Ken-san, sitting on the couch, leaning closer to each other so that they can talk without being heard.



“He said it’s his last warning, he said he’s running out of patience and that I need to polish my acting, otherwise I’ll join the others.”



“He won’t do that.” Ken-san says, his voice deep and warm and somehow really different than the voice Kirara was used to until now, the voice that was lacking emotions. “Right now you’re still the best candidate, he cannot just send you away like this.”



“Send me away, huh…” Gentle repeats with a bitter chuckle, shakes his head with a sour expression. “Fooling yourself? You know very well he doesn’t just send us away.”



“Listen, you just have to hold on a little longer, ok?” Ken-san insists, pats Gentle’s head softly, thumb caressing his hair and then Kirara has to pinch himself so that he won’t gasp, because they’re kissing, Gentle and Ken-san, they really are kissing, and it’s slow and quiet, hides all the tension they are  clearly feeling.


Perhaps he’s still dreaming? No?

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He can see it, now that he knows it’s there. The following days, he can see it, in subtle moves, in fleeting glances, in stolen moments when they think no one is watching. Somehow it’s so obvious that Kirara wonders how he missed it, considering how he’s so familiar with any kind of intimacy. It’s like a silent agreement between Gentle and Ken-san, the one watching out for the other throughout the day, sometimes disappearing at the same time. It makes Kirara keep a close eye on Seigi too, because heck, the guy is sleeping in the same room. Has he not realized?



There’s something else he’s sensing, though, and it’s unrelated to the forbidden romance between the two of them. Some days, one of the 4 of them will be grumpier, or will isolate themselves, or will deny food. Some days, there’s something gloomier, than Kirara cannot grasp, and without proof, he cannot even approach any of them to ask.



And then one night, the father calls him to his office. They sit and talk and drink some tea, and it’s just trivial talk, about his adjustment, how he’s doing with the others, what he thinks of his daughter. It’s nothing Kirara hasn’t heard before, has been through those conversations endless times, although it’s usually a mother that will ask him that, not a father. Yet as the conversation keeps going, his eyes feel heavy, his head too, mind wondering when he got that sleepy. He tries to speak, to say that it’s getting late, tries to push himself up, but then he drops the cup, and it breaks as it lands on the floor. And Kirara wants to clean it up, pick up the pieces, but he just can’t, no part of his body will obey him anymore.



He falls asleep.



He wakes up in a room he has never seen before. No windows on the walls, dim lights…it kind of looks like a crazy scientist’s laboratory, though scarier. He tries to move, then realizes he’s on his knees, with his hands tied up in chains, and across him sits the father, the meek expression now long gone.



“You know, you have to do better than that if you want to move up in the rankings and truly have a chance here.” He says, his voice dangerously calm, and Kirara quickly notices the whip, moves frantically, even though he can’t really go anywhere. “I’ve noticed that you shy away from every game that can potentially hurt your face or get it dirty. Playing out in the garden, painting, planting the seeds for the flowers…that’s not very encouraging, Kirara.”



It happens so fast that even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to react; the man walks behind him, yanks the whip free, and it tears through his shirt, slashing his flesh immediately. There’s a gasp, and then a groan, and then a scream as the man keeps going on with the whipping. Zero sense, zero sense, zero sense…



Why isn’t anyone coming? How can his screams not be heard?



“That was only a little warning, ok? I wouldn’t want to have to harm your face…I’m sure now you’ll know what to fix, right? Oh, and maybe I’ll have to give you a warning about your attitude…”

There’s nothing else Kirara can hear; the pain takes over him and he passes out.

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The next time his eyes are open, he’s in his bed, his back hurting like hell, but wearing new clothes. He sits up slowly, winces in pain, and then his eyes spot Road sitting on the window sill, knees pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around them. He doesn’t look like he wants to start a fight this time.



“So now you know.” He says quietly, and it’s a solemn voice, one that Kirara did not expect to hear from Road, at least not when the two of them would be having a conversation.



His head is still spinning, but he clenches the sheets tightly, fights the rage that’s forming a lump in his throat. “Why is he doing this?” He lets out, voice shaking with wrath, and Road takes a deep breath, staring out of the window again. “How long has he been doing this for? Are you all…what the fuck is he trying to achieve?”



“Scare us into becoming the perfect big brother model.” Road replies with the same tone he spoke earlier, glances over at Kirara once more. “We all have qualities he likes, but we all have flaws as well. Sometimes he’ll experiment, sometimes he’ll use force.”



“…experiment?”



Road cracks a melancholic smile. “Let’s just say Ken-san’s voice was on a whole different pitch when he first arrived here. I don’t know what crazy stuff they injected him with, but his current voice is a result of that. You wouldn’t want to hear his voice before. Guess that’s the only good thing that freak that calls himself a father did.”



Is this some sick joke? Some bad movie plot? Kirara brings his hand to his back immediately, under his clothes, and he can touch the marks, hiss at the contact. Road steps down from the sill, walks up to him slowly, looks directly into his eyes.



“What was your flaw? What did he say?”



Somehow it makes Kirara switch back to his defensive mode, and he curls up on his bed again, shaking his head. “None of your business.”



Road does not insist.

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Nega is the youngest of them all, with the lowest ranking of them all. G. He’s cute, but there’s really nothing anyone can feel jealous over. He has the most depressing attitude Kirara has ever witnessed, and with the slightest mistake he makes, he gets even more depressed, apologizing over and over until it actually becomes annoying. There is nothing, not even one good trait Kirara can think of that justifies his reason for being there. He’s put in the room Road and Kirara have been sharing.



He gets invited for tea in the office merely 5 days after his arrival. Gentle and Road both tense upon hearing that, Road makes a move to hold him back, but Ken-san grabs his arm forcefully, holds him in place.



He returns to the room after midnight, climbs onto his bed, and starts crying the moment he’s under the covers. Kirara can hear him, no matter how much the boy is trying to keep his sobs quiet, but somehow he cannot move from his own bed. Somehow fear takes over, that if he moves, if he helps, he’ll end up getting whipped again.



There’s a sound, noises from the third bed, and Road kicks his own covers away, makes his way to Nega’s bed with wide steps. Kirara can only watch them, still too afraid to move, but maybe Road can do the job for them both. He watches, as he climbs onto Nega’s bed, finds him under the covers, wrap his arm around him and the boy disappears into his embraces, now failing even more in keeping his sobs quiet.



Road doesn’t leave his side until morning. By the time the sun is up again, none of the 3 has managed to get some sleep, and Kirara has realized why Road’s ranking is higher than his own.

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“Why can’t he just take us back?” he asks Seigi one day, when they’re both done reading a fairytale to the little girl, and she’s deeply asleep. “Why is he doing that?”



“Taking us back means there’s a chance we might end up in their hands again, and that slows down the whole process of finding the ideal brother. So he prefers doing everything in his power to turn us into what he wants. In the past, two were killed in his hands, and he said they ran away. Since we have no family or friends, no one will report to the police or start looking for us, right?”



It terrifies Kirara, makes him feel paralyzed again, the sick and twisted reality he’s ended up in. Faking a smile becomes even harder day by day, and yesterday he was taken to that room again. His back still hurts and he wants to ask, what has been done to the others, but he can’t. It doesn’t matter what has been done, anyway. What matters is that it was horrible, and that they can’t get away from it.



He’s locking himself in the bedroom now, whenever he’s not busy with the girl. Nega spends a lot of time there, too, when he’s not around Ken-san whom he seems to adore somehow, look up to him as a big brother. Now when the burden gets too heavy and he cries at nights, both Road and him reach by his side, talk to him, try to cheer him up. Road tells him stories of the places he’s been too, promises to take him on a ride with a really cool motorcycle, and Nega does get distracted, occasionally falling asleep as if Road had been narrating a fairytale.



Sometimes, Kirara also gets distracted, wonders how it would feel like. Sometimes, his eyes linger on Road’s face longer than he wants to. Sometimes, he feels Road’s eyes doing the same on his face.

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“Escape. No matter what happens, you have to escape. Even if you die in the process, at least you’ll die free.”



The note is passed to the next one, until all 5 have seen it. Then Seigi hands it back to Ken-san, who closes it in his palm, slides it in his pocket. 5 of them. 5 of them, after the ruckus Gentle caused, after the explosion he created in that punishment room, after he made it all the way to the garden before he was shot to death. Nega is hiding his face in his hands, but the tears are impossible to stop. Ken-san’s eyes are shining too, but no tear streams down his face, all of them held back.



Seigi takes a deep breath, closes his eyes. “I say we grant his last wish. We try. Tonight, when they carry his body away. They’ll be distracted.”



His last wish…



How many more tears can they spend here, anyway?



They keep their faces straight, or at least convincing enough. Scared, they lost one of them, now they will be more obedient…and who knows, maybe tomorrow they will have new company, another boy that will end up suffering. Unless they all escape tonight. They have no plan, can’t have a plan when they don’t know of the exact number of the men that can come after them. Still, they watch from the windows, can see the van parked outside the garden gates, waiting as three men carry the body that’s covered with a sheet. Ken-san tenses next to him, and Kirara cannot blame him, nor can he blame him when he sees him taking a hold of Nega’s hand.



A hand wraps around his wrist as well, and he doesn’t need to turn and look, knows it’s Road, he’s the one standing on his left, anyway. And then Seigi gives the signal, and they all dash out, bang the door until it’s open, run out to the garden. There’s the commotion they had been hoping for, men popping out from right and left, not as many as they were afraid, but still ready to fight. The gates, though, the gates are open…



He cannot tell which voice belongs to who, it’s hard with all those people around him, but he sees a guy on his left, running towards Nega. He moves, but Road is faster, pulls him back, yells something that Kirara cannot hear. Or can he?



They won’t make it to the gates. No matter what, they won’t. And Road is already pulling Nega back, towards the garage. Kirara cannot see Seigi or Ken-san, and he grits his teeth, can’t stay there alone.



The three of them only make it until the garage door when they’re finally surrounded, beaten up, and taken back in. And when Nega cries himself to sleep, Kirara tears up as well, can’t hold it back now, doesn’t want to, anyway. Not for his face that received the punches, but for the situation, because heck, they achieved nothing. Nothing at all.



That’s when Road sits down on the bed next to him, a spark of hope in his eyes. “They made it.” He whispers. “I saw them, Ken-san and Seigi. They escaped, and I promise you, we’ll escape as well. I promise you that.”



Kirara’s mind has already gone blank by the time he grabs Road by the head and crashes their lips together.

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The car has been chasing them for almost half an hour now, until Road managed to turn in a narrow alley that only the motorcycle could fit through. Nega’s still holding onto him so tightly that Road is worried he might rip his clothes. Nega, who was beaten so badly last night, only him, because he dropped his food during dinner again, made that freak raise his voice and scare even his daughter…



Nega, who sneaked into Road’s bed and whispered that he won’t survive, that he’ll be dead by the end of the week. His words sparked the flame Road had been waiting for, made him convince both the boy and Kirara to just grab the motorcycle from the garage and escape.



He’s out in a wide road again, and he’s going on full speed, can hear Kirara yelling at him to be careful, but the sound of the wind is stronger. He doesn’t know where they’re heading, doesn’t know that area at all, only knows that he has to keep driving, no matter what it takes, no matter what…



The crossroads ahead of him are old and wrecked, and he’s heading straight to a cliff. A curse escapes his mouth and he turns, perhaps too fast and too impulsive, can hear the wheels screeching and then he falls, can’t explain how but he’s on the ground, something digging into his stomach as his head meets the road.

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They bury Road next to Gentle, Gentle who was found by Seigi and Ken-san when they escaped, and spent the next days watching over the house, waiting and hoping that they could somehow help their friends. And Nega takes a weak hold of Ken-san’s hand, swallowing his last tears down.



“Let’s go back to the store, and tell them what happened. Before he kills more.”

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