As Hikaru, Kazuto, and Yukio return to their dorm room, they're greeted by the sight of Akira lounging casually on the couch. With a grin, Hikaru bounds over to his best friend, wrapping him in a tight hug that borders on suffocating.
"Hey there, Akira! Missed you, buddy," Hikaru exclaims, his enthusiasm palpable.
Akira, however, responds with a mock scowl, feigning annoyance at the tight embrace. "Are you trying to kill me, Hikaru?" he quips.
Ignoring Akira's protest, Hikaru eagerly asks about his recent endeavors. "How did it go?" he inquires, eager for details.
With a smug grin, Akira leans back, clearly pleased with himself. "I took care of both of those girls," he replies confidently. "And Subaru already expelled them."
Yukio raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Akira's cryptic statement. "Define 'took care,'" he prompts, his tone laced with curiosity.
A smirk tugs at Akira's lips as he meets Yukio's gaze. "Took care in your way," he replies cryptically. Yukio suspiciously looks at the red haired male not believing he would give the girls swift death.
"Did you leave any digital trace?" Kazuto asks eagerly.
Akira's smirk widens as he leans back, clearly enjoying the attention. "Of course I did. I wouldn't want you all to miss out on the fun," he replies nonchalantly.
Kazuto's fingers fly across the keyboard, expertly navigating through layers of code and encryption.
"No way... you did that?" hikaru gasps, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Akira's smirk widens as he looks the display of his justified anger. He looks back at the scene of two girls mangled with 100 of nails struck in different parts of their bodies .
Their mouth were foamed which meant even subaru had played his part in this gruesome ending.
After a moment's pause, Hikaru's expression transforms into one of admiration. "That's so awesome," he declares, his excitement evident in his tone.
Kazuto mutters quietly, his voice tinged with evident disgust "They deserved death. 10s of bullets through their body."
Yukio, steps forward with a look of disapproval etched on his features. "This isn't my way," he states firmly, his gaze meeting Akira's. "They deserved death, but not like this. Swift, not torture."
"They had it coming," Akira retorts defiantly " You both didn't see how hurt Asuna was,"
Yukio goes deep in thought thinking how angered he would have been if he so you hurt. Akira was more restrained if he lost his senses history would repeat itself something he did not want to happen again.
His mood was already soured when subaru mentioned his past in front you . You might not get it now but you were smart he knew that.
"What is that?" Kazuto asks, his voice tinged with urgency.
The others turn their attention back to the screen, their eyes widening in astonishment as they witness a tall, hooded figure approach the scene of the gruesome crime. With careful precision, the figure begins to carve something onto the palms of each of the deceased girls.
As the carving takes shape, the boys gasp in disbelief as they realize what it spells out: "Sorry Asuma." A shiver runs down their spines.
Boys looked at each other they know they have the power to stop the government authorities from implicating asuna as the murderer, but their minds are preoccupied with something else entirely.
This is the serial killer and he left trace
Akira breaks the tense silence with a huff of frustration. "Is he claiming my kill?" he mutters, his voice tinged with irritation. His possessive nature flares up at the thought of someone else taking credit for his actions.
It's a stark reminder of Akira's dark tendencies, a side of him that he's struggled to keep hidden since the death of his older brother. His sadistic personality, once quelled, seems to be resurfacing , fueled by his intense feelings for Asuna.
Just as Akira's intense feelings for Asuna seem to be leading him down a dangerous path, they understand that they, too, may be treading on equally shaky grounds.
" Must be getting sloppy. " Hikaru said as he switched on kitchen lights. Hikaru has always been the cook of the house. But his favourite hobby was baking. The only reason yukio liked the golden haired boy.
As Hikaru busies himself in the kitchen, his friends gather around, eagerly anticipating the meal he's about to prepare. "What do you all want?" he asks, a smile playing on his lips as he takes note of their requests.
As he works on the pastry dough,shaping it into grotesque forms reminiscent of the hands of the deceased girls. Each stroke of his knife etches the words "Sorry Asuna" onto the surface.
Kazuto's expression twists into a grimace as he watches Hikaru's unsettling culinary creations. "Ugh, no, not again," he mutters under his breath, a mixture of disgust evident in his tone.
Yukio shakes his head in disbelief, his brows furrowing in annoyance. "Why do you always have to take inspiration from the weirdest things?" he asks, his voice tinged with frustration.
"It looks fun," hikaru declares with a grin, his enthusiasm undimmed by their disapproval. "Don't worry, I already have normal food prepared for you guys," he assures them
As they eat in silence, their thoughts drift to the one thing they all have in common: their love for Asuna.
A nagging question lingers in the back of their minds, gnawing at their thoughts like a persistent itch. Why are they willing to go to such lengths for a single girl? Is it truly love that drives them, or is it something else entirely?
How deep does their love run.?
One thing they all knew was they would cross any lenght for you.
... ... ...
Back to asuna.
As you and Subaru reach the car, you can't shake the feeling of unease that still lingers in the air.
Your attention is drawn to the figure sitting in the backseat of the car. Your face lights up with embarrassment as you realize it's Takumi. Memories of the accidental kiss flood back, and you feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Subaru senses your discomfort and explains that Takumi is here to apologize. As if on cue, Takumi's voice breaks the silence, his apology hesitant and sincere.
"I I di-didn't see you, I didn't realize there was something on the ground," Takumi stammers, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "Asuna, I'm so sorry."
"You look too cute like this," you whisper, your words a gentle. And as he melts into your embrace, quietly sobbing into your shoulder.
Subaru, his grip on the steering wheel tightening until his knuckles turn white.
"Is everything all right?" you ask softly, your voice laced with worry as you turn your gaze to Subaru. His jaw clenches, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes before he forces a strained smile.
"Yeah, everything's fine," he replies, his tone unconvincing as he averts his gaze, unable to meet your eyes.
"Just some more time," he thinks to himself, his confidence unwavering. "Asuna will be all mine. All I need to do is wait, and she will come to me." He envisions a future where the obstacles that stand between them fade into insignificance, where patience is the key to unlocking the door to your heart.
A door you might not be able to close willingly.
As Takumi's voice breaks the silence once more, his words laced with uncertainty, you turn to him with a reassuring smile. "Yes, I forgive you," you say gently. "After all, I know it wasn't your fault."
You steal a glance at Subaru through the rearview mirror, hoping to catch a glimpse of his true feelings. But to your dismay you find nothing notable.
Always the calm one
"You know what you all remind me of?" you announce.
Subaru's grey eyes spark with curiosity as he waits for your answer, while Takumi watches you with gentle amusement.
With a fond smile, you reach out to run your hand through Takumi's hair, the gesture filled with affection. "Yukio is the mom," you begin.
"Subaru is the dad," you continue, casting a playful glance at Subaru, who raises an eyebrow in mild surprise at the comparison.
"Hikaru is the fresh out of jail uncle," you add with a chuckle, recalling Hikaru's habits.
"Kazuto is the bratty and spoiled son," you remark, eliciting a laugh from Takumi, who nods in agreement.
"And Akira," you finish with a playful smirk, "is the sassy aunt who treats everyone like shit." Takumi chuckles at the accuracy of your description, while Subaru cracks a smile, unable to suppress his amusement.
"What am I?" Takumi's question hangs in the air, prompting you to turn towards him with a playful grin.
"You," you declare with a smile, "are the family pet."
Subaru's voice cuts through the silence, his tone serious as he reveals, "Takumi doesn't like animals."
A pang of concern shoots through you at Subaru's words, and you turn to Takumi, noticing a wince of pain flicker across his features. Ignoring his protests, you gently lift his sleeves, revealing fresh bruises and scars marring his skin.
Subaru watches silently as you examine Takumi's injuries, a knowing look in his eyes. You were playing right in his hands.
He just needed one help from you. To free takumi. Being a family friend of takumi he could never take action against his mother. But with you he could give her a taste of defeat.
This will be the only thing he will ever ask you. After all this you will not be in contact of such tasteless people anymore.
"Takumi, who did this to you?" you ask, your tone soft but insistent.
" Who did this to you " You repeat. But the purple haired boy was reluctant to announce the name of the culprit.
Before Takumi can respond, Subaru speaks up, his voice grave. "It was his mother," he reveals.
Ah another abusive mother. What a surprise
"Take us to Takumi's house," you instruct Subaru, your tone commanding.
As the car glides through the streets, Subaru's satisfaction is palpable, evident in the subtle gleam in his eyes and the faint curve of his lips.
As the trio arrives at Takumi's Georgian-style mansion, they are greeted by a lightly guarded entrance, in contrast to the fortified security of Yukio's residence.
The front porch, though not expansive, is adorned with numerous statues in Greek style. The double doors leading into the mansion are grand and imposing, their lavender and purple hues reflecting the theme that permeates the entire estate.
Upon crossing the threshold, your eyes are immediately drawn to a large portrait adorning the foyer.
In the painting, a woman with long, raven-black hair stands beside a man with striking lavender eyes and purple hair. The woman appears remarkably young.By her side stands a much younger Takumi, clutching onto the leg of his father.
He shared same hair and eye color as his father while the his soft facial features seemed to be drawn out by his mother's gene.
"Such an innocent face, yet her actions are nothing short of brute," you declare. Subaru stands motionlessly and agrees with your statement silently.
Before the moment can stretch any further, a voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding. Turning towards the staircase, you see Takumi's mother descending, her presence casting a chilling shadow over the room.
She looked unchanged. As if time had forgotten her presence and she herself forgot to age.