'Because I still love you very much, Kenkyo-chan. It doesn't matter if you now belong to someone else. As long as I'm still breathing, I'll protect you with all my life.'
Yamada tightened his grip on Kenkyo who was still sobbing. His vision began to blur from the blow to his head earlier. He faintly saw a shadowy figure approaching. The figure was hiding something from under his jacket. Shiny thing.
Yamada's eyes widened. He quickly turned his body to be in Kenkyo's position now. His body jerked. He looked down. The blade stabbed him in the back until it penetrated his chest.
Red blood dripped. Coughing, Yamada staggered forward. The blade pierced deeper into his chest. His bloodied fingers were getting more and more bloodied, pressing the knife so it wouldn't stick out any further.
Stuffy as if the throat constricted. It's hard to breathe air.
