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Route 0: Onward
A Your Turn To Die fan-fiction.
Word Count: 5,774
Pairing: Sou Hiyori (Shin Tsukimi) x Female!OC
Genre: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Warnings: Mentions of blood, injuries, and death
Spoiler Warning for Chapter 2 Part 2
Summary: Alternate universe where Sou Hiyori's co-worker also became a participant of the Death Game, but little did he know, his trust issues would cost them everything, including her life.
Note (Reposted 2023/01/01):
Don't take this one too seriously; it was a nice writing exercise for some romantic fluff/angst that I don't typically do these days anymore. "Ren Kagawa" has been my default OC for any Japanese-related media, including my My Hero Academia fan-fiction (see: Renegade); but this "Ren" is not related to, or the same character as, any other "Ren"s featured in any of my other works. I also had a "bad ending" version of this one-shot in the works at some point.
Sou Hiyori didn’t know where he was going. He didn’t know where his feet were taking him, but he knew he was walking somewhere—he could feel himself tearing out of someone’s grasp and almost collapsing to the floor when he collected himself and sprinted far from the rest of the group, through the green doors leading to the room where the Main Game took place and back to the now-familiar sight of the third-floor lobby.
He didn’t hear the others calling out for him. He couldn’t feel the blood clinging to the palms of his hands, nor could he feel the tears streaming down his cheeks.
His feet were dragging him back to the ruined corridor, almost tripping him over some loose rocks and fallen rubble in his path. Much of the past three days had been spent either here or his room, and often with Kanna Kizuchi, that green-haired middle-schooler who lost her sister during the First Trial—whose trust he managed to foster throughout the latter half of their time in the first and second floors. Of course, he would later take advantage of said trust and turn them both against almost every single one of the other participants, but he did what he had to do to survive, and he wasn’t going to apologize for that.
But how did his decisions culminate in the end?
Him, on his knees, clutching his forgotten friend against his chest as she bled to death right before his eyes, right there in his arms.
He almost stopped dead in his tracks when the image flashed in his mind. His windpipe felt constricted—it was never too difficult to breathe here, even with the fear of death looming over their shoulders and the confined space of the collapsed corridor, but it felt as though all air had escaped his lungs as his throat forced out another sob.
Was this what it felt like for Sara Chidouin? He remembered seeing her after what transpired during the first Main Game—how devastated she was, sobbing to no end, weeping until her exhaustion took over and she had to be carried all the way to the third floor. Sou imagined it would be awful to witness the death of your best friend right before your eyes, the way Joe Tazuna was executed. He saw how Sara couldn’t let go of the button, the one Sue Miley gave to her, the one that was said to be able to save Joe’s life, when instead, it did nothing more than prolong his agonizing torture, delaying his inevitable end.
And just like Sara, Sou couldn’t bring himself to let go of his friend’s body even minutes after she had expired—just kneeling there on the floor, clinging on to her as if he could somehow stop her from leaving them—from leaving him.
He felt nothing but emptiness now. His feet continued to drag on, pulling him towards a familiar crevice in between the fallen rubble. His bloodstained hand clutched his scarf—well, not quite his,but he couldn’t be bothered to think of that now—as he stepped through the crack in the wall and into a familiar darkened room.
There it is. Red lights greeted him at the other end of the confined space, and he could see the outline of a monitor hanging high above them. His hands reached out to balance himself as his feet dragged him over to the discarded office chair in front of the computer, almost missing the seat as he fell down against it and threw his hands against the keyboard laid out in front of him.
With a single press on one of the keys, the red lights turned green, and the monitor illuminated back to life.
What am I doing here? How did he end up here? What reason did he have to bring himself back here of all places?
It was that itch, he thought—that itch in the back of his mind that demanded to be scratched the moment it dawned upon him what had just happened. He had messed with this computer before—none of the others knew his expertise when it came to working with these things, though it became apparent when he was working on Kai Satou’s laptop and managed to breach the facility’s systems.
Unlike Kai’s laptop, however, this computer was much more difficult to work around—most of the files had an encryption that not even Kai’s backdoor program could breach, though he did manage to encounter something curious during his previous attempt to delve into what this computer was hiding from them.
A folder full of programs—artificial intelligence programs, at that.
He had thought it was just copies of the same AIs that were in the monitor room—the ones that were apparently a perfect recreation of their actual, real-life selves—but the group’s discussion throughout the Main Game earlier brought something else to his attention.
The AIs in the monitor room were of the candidates—those whose names were in the roster list that was presented to Sou during his First Trial, and the same list that Sara managed to recover later on. These, as determined during the discussion, were the names of the sixteen people who were chosen for the Death Game.
And yet, there were twenty-one participants—with five additional participants who were just at the wrong place, at the wrong time, when their partner candidates were kidnapped for the Death Game.
This folder did not have all twenty-one AI programs—hell, it didn’t even have sixteen.
No, this folder had just five: Joe Tazuna, Kugie Kizuchi, Nao Egokoro, Kai Satou, and Ren Kagawa.
Ren Kagawa.
Sou couldn’t believe his eyes at first, but he remembered seeing her name on this screen for the first time. He didn’t think much of it then—all he thought about was how sick the masterminds were for creating these programs in the first place, but he didn’t connect the dots until that discussion in the Main Game, when Sara pointed out the discrepancies between the candidates and the participants.
He did think about showing it to Kanna at some point—she might appreciate being able to see her big sister for one last time, even if it was through an AI program. Not to mention what he could do with Joe’s AI, as well.
But none of that mattered now. All that mattered to him at this exact moment was that one name.
Ren Kagawa.
He stared at the monitor for the longest time, pondering if he should do it—if it was worth it. It could still be a trap, like that twisted AI of Kazumi Mishima who attempted to trick Nao Egokoro into surrendering their one chance to escape this hell on Earth. Then again, the AIs in the monitor room seemed to be nothing more than semblances of all the participants’—no, candidates’—past selves, imbued with no malicious intent whatsoever.
He wondered if his own AI was indeed a perfect semblance of his past self, long before this wretched Death Game ever occurred—long before he became Sou Hiyori.
And besides, it was the Mishima AI who approached Nao, with the monitor intentionally implanted in her room, either by the Floor Masters or whoever the hell ran this goddamn facility. Considering all the measures taken to hide this computer, and this entire secret alcove, from the participants thus far, Sou was confident that not even the kidnappers did not intend for them to even find this place, work the computer and, even much less, find these hidden AI files.
There’s only one way to find out, he thought.
Taking a deep breath, his index finger pressed one of the keys on the keyboard.
He lifted his head up to face the monitor and anticipated the worst.
For a brief second, it seemed as though nothing was happening—as if it hadn’t worked at all. Did the computer freeze, he wondered briefly, an uneasy, sickening feeling beginning to rise in the back of his throat once more.
But just as he was about to pull himself closer to the computer console, all objects on the monitor screen suddenly disappeared in a flash of white, before the entire screen turned dark.
What? His eyes grew wide. No. Is it not—
His bloodstained fingers clung at his scarf as the other hand reached for the keyboard, when a different image appeared on the monitor screen.
“Hng… Huh…?”
He froze where he sat, fingers still outstretched as he raised his head to the screen, reddened teal eyes staring intently into the bright white light.
“H-Hey…” The image presented before his eyes began moving—eyelids blinking against a familiar pair of hazel eyes. The voice echoed through the hollow walls of the collapsed room, and he almost felt another sob rising up his throat—a voice that was absolutely, unmistakably hers. “Who… woke me up…” Some static flashed briefly across the screen and electronic noise echoed from the speakers. Through all of that, a pair of lips parted to form an elongated yawn. “I was having a really good nap, you know…”
He couldn’t think of a response—couldn’t bring himself to reply. His mouth moved on its own volition. “R-Ren?”
At the mention of her name, she blinked again, almost as if she was trying to brink the sleep away from her eyes, but it also seemed to clear the static from the image displayed on the screen in a quick instant. She looked… like Ren. Her hazel eyes were vibrant with life, her red hair still in the same horrible mess of a ponytail she never bothered to fix anymore. All that was displayed on the monitor was her head and shoulders, where he could see the straps of her black sleeveless top peeking from behind the sleeves of her loose brown sweater.
She looked like she didn’t just die before his eyes less than half an hour ago.
“H-Huh?” she stuttered out, then glanced down, her eyes falling on the teal-haired young man sitting frozen in front of the monitor. “Oh, Shin. It’s just you.”
He froze at the mention of his name—his true name. Not Sou Hiyori.
Shin Tsukimi.
She sounded so… casual, so lighthearted—it was almost too eerie. It was as if the two were back at the convenience store again, working another late night shift, spending hours upon hours doing nothing but chatting about meaningless things, tending to the cash register every now and then when a customer came in. Sometimes she would take a nap if things were going slow—this was just like one of those times, where she woke up from her nap, and her gaze would fall back on him, and she greeted him with a small but warm smile before continuing wherever their conversation had been left off.
“H-Hey, what’s with the long face?”
His head automatically tilted up at the sound of her voice.
At the sight of him, she chuckled lightly. “Well, I mean, you’ve always been kind of depressed, but… I’ve never seen you like this, y’know?”
He suddenly remembered what Sara had told them about the AIs. He stared back at the image of his friend, his colleague—his forgotten ally. How much brighter her expressions seemed to be, ignorant of what had just transpired minutes ago. How far back do her memories go, he wondered now.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” she called out again, her voice seemingly an echo to his ears. Her smile faded in concern. “You know you can always talk to me, right?”
He wanted to laugh. She doesn’t know. “You… died…” He turned his head down, hanging his face low. “You died, you… idiot…”
He didn’t see her face fall. He didn’t see the realization dawning upon her face at his blatant statement—how it didn’t shatter her reality, but rather, made it crumble, with each agonizing second of silence that passed between them.
“Huh?”
“You died,” he blurted out without thinking, but still couldn’t bring himself to look at her. Despite thinking his tear ducts had been drained dry, he felt something prick his eyes. “The Death Game. We… We voted for you, and—” He took a deep breath. “And I let you die…”
And she wouldn’t be in this god-forsaken Death Game in the first place if it weren’t for him. She wasn’t a candidate—he was. She was an extraneous participant—someone who was just at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
He was the one who offered to walk her home after their shift. He was the one who was supposed to be kidnapped for this Death Game. She wasn’t supposed to be here.
If it weren’t for him, she would still be here—she would still be alive, and well.
She would still be alive.
To hell with his chances of surviving. It was clear that the kidnappers were more than willing to tamper with the game to ensure the death of these extraneous participants, regardless of and long before the actual candidates even began dying—that doll, Gashu Satou, proved just as much. If Sou had even a sliver of a chance to survive the Death Game, he would’ve given it to Ren in a heartbeat, because she was doomed to die the moment she woke up here.
There was a long silence before she finally responded—her gaze fluttered down to the bottom of the monitor the moment she did. “Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “A Death Game, you say?” Another pause. “So, that’s it, huh. That means I’m…”
She started blinking again, seemingly still processing that information herself. Does she realize she’s an AI? Does she realize she’s not… real?
“Well, I’m sure you didn’t mean it.”
His eyes snapped up to stare at her in bewilderment. To his confusion, all she did was smile back at him.
“I know you, Shin,” she said, her voice calm as a lake. “You wouldn’t have just let me die like that. Something else must’ve happened…”
No, he told himself. No. I killed you. I killed you, and I let you die. He closed his eyes and tried to stop another tear from falling down his face. I still let you die, even after you—
“You told me… you liked me.”
He didn’t even hear himself speak—didn’t realize he had spoken that out loud until she responded again.
“What?” She sounded surprised—shocked, even. Then, she started stammering. “Oh, uh… Ah, that’s… a bit embarrassing, huh…”
His confusion brought his eyes back towards her again, though it deepened when he realized the red tint growing in her cheeks.
“I-I bet it was a spur-of-the-moment, ‘last words’ kind of thing,” she tried to reason, but her words came out as a stutter. The last time he saw her like this was when he found her plushie collection, displayed out in the open on the corner of her bed, back when he visited her apartment for the first time. She frantically tried to hide it from him, to the point of kicking him out and barring him from her room from that point on, insisting they stayed in the living area for the remainder of his visit. That was only a week ago. “God, I’m so stupid. Why would I say that—”
“W-wait…” He frowned, and her eyes briefly floated towards him. “So, you—”
“Yeah,” she sighed, scratching the back of her head as she turned her head away from him. “It’s not something I’d say out loud under normal circumstances, though. Especially when…” When you’re at your very last breath, he thought grimly. “God, why would I say something like that in the middle of…”
She sighed dejectedly, seemingly disappointed in herself now.
To his later surprise, his curiosity got the better of him. “H-How long—”
She seemed alarmed by this, eyes only briefly glancing in his direction as she tried to hide her face from him. It seemed that the monitor prevented her from doing so, however.
“D-Does it matter?” Then she froze, stopped herself, and sighed. “I-I mean… I guess, you have a right to know, since…” She tilted her head to the side as she pondered it over. “I don’t know, honestly. I guess… we just talked a lot at work, and about so many different things, and…” She shrugged. “I don’t know. You just… seem like a nice guy. I-I’m not saying I like any dude who’s nice to me in general, but…” She sighed. “I don’t know. You’re dependable, and you’re a great friend to me, Shin.” Pause. “And I bet you still are, even in my final moments.”
“Ren…” He swallowed hard and found himself thinking back to the past few days. He had been anything but the qualities she commended him for. He had been an awful person, not just to the others, but even to Ren herself, even at her final moments.
But of course, this Ren—this version of his friend before him—didn’t know about that. She didn’t know about the awful things he did. Hell, she was still calling him by his real name.
He couldn’t even begin to describe how much he missed hearing her say it, though.
“Actually, you know what? Nevermind.”
He froze and looked up. His face turned pale when he saw the blank expression on her face, almost too reminiscent of the expression she offered him just minutes ago.
“Yeah. You know what?” She folded her arms in front of her. “I’m glad I told you that.”
He stared at her in confusion. “W-What?”
“Because then you would at least have something to keep you going, dummy,” she said, with much more confidence now, staring at him straight in the eye with a pretend frown. “Look, I don’t know if you ever felt the same way about me, or if you ever will, but…” She took a deep breath and sighed. “I know you’re one of the best friends I’ve ever had, and I hope you at least share that sentiment. So, if I ever had just one dying wish…”
“Wh—” He blinked several times, staring up at her in confusion. “What are you saying, Ren?”
“Live for me,” she said simply. “Most importantly, live for yourself. Because I, for damn sure, know that if I were to die, I would’ve done it for a damn good cause, and that’s you, dumbass.”
She died for me. Those words weighed him down more than anything else, and yet, the stern look across her digital face right at this exact moment gave him an odd sense of resolution.
“So,” she continued, “don’t you dare let me die in vain, Shin. Don’t you dare let my death go to waste. On top of that—” Her expression softened. “You said you were in some sort of game, right? A Death Game, was it?”
The worst kind, he thought to himself.
“A game means there’s multiple players, right?” She paused. “You’re not alone out here, aren’t you?”
His breath caught stuck in his throat.
“How tragic would it be if you were trapped in here all alone. There’s others, aren’t there?”
“Y-Yeah…” he forced himself to admit, and saw her smile.
“Then live for them, too,” she said decidedly. “Live for your new allies—your new friends. This is your chance, you know—make friends with others while you’re all on the same boat together. Depend on them like…” Her shoulders deflated as she offered him another kind smile. “Like you depended on me, and me on you. And let them depend on you, too. That’s what friends are for, right?”
He almost turned his face away as soon as she said this. He remembered one of the first few things she said to him after waking up in this facility—after he abandoned everything about his past, including Ren, and took up his new persona.
You trust me, don’t you? she had asked him when she found a chance to pull him aside. He couldn’t look at her then, only because she was the last person he wanted to lie to—and the last person he could ever lie to. I don’t know why you did what you did, but I’m still the same person you know, and I hope you will be, too.
She had taken his hand in hers and smiled up at him. So, for now, I’ll keep your secret, Sou Hiyori. It was the first time she called him that, and he could see how much it pained her to do so. I’ll be counting on you to help get us all out of here alive, all right? I’ll be with you, no matter what.
But he wasn’t with her—he was never at her side throughout their time in the Death Game. He was too caught up with wanting to ensure he survived the game, despite his predicted odds, to even remember that he always had someone to count on this entire time—a familiar face in a sea of strangers. He had played with Kanna, and with Q-taro Burgerberg, that brute—but never once relied on his one friend.
His best friend.
Maybe Sara and Joe had it right. Joe had died because of Sou’s own tampering—if things had been different, then perhaps…
Maybe, it was their friendship that prevented him from taking advantage of Ren, like he did without hesitation when it came to Kanna and Q-taro.
What a horrible person he was.
“Ren…” He stifled back a sob and a laugh. “You idiot.”
Those two words slipped out of his lips too easily now, but he meant no malice behind them this time. She was an idiot, because she believed he was the good person she thought him to be, or at least still the same person he was prior to this Death Game.
He felt like collapsing right then and there, against the computer console. Let himself die here among the rubble.
“And so, I’ve been told.” His chest hurt at the melancholy in her voice, and at the sigh that came afterward. “I mean it, Shin. Live. Fight. Fight for me, and for everyone else in here. At the very least, live long enough so you’ll be able to get home and feed Oreo for me, all right?”
He weakly lifted his head up, but couldn’t muster the effort to meet her gaze. “Oreo?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “Cats can’t feed themselves, you know. Well, depending on how long we’ve been out here, he might’ve run off to find food himself. That just means you’ll have to bring him back home and take care of him for me. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?”
He scoffed, but his breath slowly turned into a feeble chuckle. “I don’t think he likes me very much.”
“Wait—you’ve met Oreo?” Something stung inside his chest. She doesn’t even remember me— “Well, he’s just shy around strangers, that’s all. Give it some time. Eventually, he’ll warm up to you, and I know for a fact that you two can and will get along just fine. I mean, he’s pretty much a cat-version of you, you know? Aloof and timid, but a sweetheart inside.”
Sou clenched his teeth at her words. How could she say all these things about him? How could she still see him in such a light even after all the terrible things he’d done the past few days?
Perhaps, this was his punishment, even more so than his hope of salvation. To speak one last time to his best friend, but she was nothing but a semblance of who she used to be.
It was cruel, he thought. This was cruel, but he deserved it, because she deserved better. He wished her last memories of him were preserved like this—memories of their time spent together, long before this cruel Death Game ever began. He wished, but he knew it wasn’t so—she had died seeing his worst.
Idiot, he scowled to himself. He could feel the coldness returning—that cursed shadow of his looming over him, taunting him over his failures. His weakness. Idiotidiotidiotidiot—
“Shin.” Her heavy sigh drew him out of his thoughts. “Stop. I know what you’re doing right now.”
His eyes fluttered up at her.
“Stop beating yourself up over this, all right?” The right corner of her lips stretched to form a scolding scowl. “I’m dead—so what? It’s not like you can change what happened, right?”
“I could’ve saved you—”
“Maybe so,” she admitted dejectedly, “but the fault isn’t yours, you know? If I’d died, then—then that means I chose to. And I just… have this feeling that…” She took a deep breath and sighed. “Something else is working behind this, and maybe it’s just the way it’s supposed to go.” Then, she offered him a kind smile. Cruel. “I’m not saying that you should pin the blame on someone else, either. I know how you are—I know what you’re like. Remember Chigusa? You made his last three months on the job a living hell after you accused him of being responsible for me losing my month’s paycheck.”
“You had a concussion!” Sou gritted his teeth at the memory. “You ended up in the hospital!”
“I tripped and fell, Shin.” She closed her eyes and sighed. “That poor man—bless his soul, but I swear he’s the clumsiest soul I’ve ever met, and it’s a wonder how he’s lived this long. But he tried to help me, you know? And somehow, by sheer chance, things got worse for me in the end. That still doesn’t mean it was his fault, you know? He had good intentions.” Then, she opened her eyes and stared back at him again. “Like I know you did. You’re a good man, Shin, with the best intentions. And even if you were somehow responsible for…” She trailed off, taking another deep breath. “I know that you didn’t mean it. And neither did anyone else who might’ve been there with you.”
Urk—!
“None of you, and none of them, are at fault here,” she stated with serious intent, glaring at him as though she could read into his thoughts all too easily. “Well, maybe—maybe the people who’re behind whatever this… Death Game is—maybe. But we’re all humans, you know? We can only live for so long.”
But you would still be alive. His jaw was hurting now. You’d still be alive if it weren’t—
“Stop dwelling on the past, Shin.” She was too kind. She was always kind. Even in this twisted game of death and mistrust, he should’ve trusted her, first and foremost. “Move forward, because there’s no where else you can go. I know you can win this game—all of you can. Both you and your allies.”
“No.” A ghost of a sinister laugh taunted the edge of his ear. “I can’t.” The papers. That damned list. The two zeroes glaring at him, mocking him of his certain doom. “I can’t, Ren. I can’t win this game.”
“Yes, you can.” She paused. “You think you’re weak, don’t you? What—because you can’t carry a couple of boxes into storage in a single run? Because you don’t have courage to stand up to a bunch of punks trying to harass us in the middle of the night?”
“I—”
“That doesn’t mean you’re weak.” She was about a year younger than him, and yet, she sounded so much older. Wiser. Like a mother scolding a child. Ah, Ren. “That just means your strength is elsewhere. Like—like computers, for example. That’s how you pulled me out here, right?”
He held his breath. Does she know?
“I’ve seen your hands on a keyboard,” she continued. “And I’ve seen how you are when you’re passionate about something—you dedicate your entire self into it, I don’t think that even I can pull you out of that daze.” He had been so obsessed with surviving thus far—so obsessed with this Death Game that, yes—she wasn’t wrong. He wished that she were, though. “I know that if you’re dedicated on winning this thing, then you will. Just—”
At the pause, he brought his head up to stare into the monitor again, and he could feel the pain in his chest—his fingers clutching tight onto the scarf and his shirt and his sweater—when he saw her smile.
“Don’t ever forget that you’re not alone, okay?” she said softly. “You have allies who can help you get through this. Work with them—trust them, and trust that you will make it through this, just like how we’ve made it through the past three years, yeah?”
Ren—
“You can get out of here together—all of you.”
But you won’t be there beside me.
“And I’ll always be with you.” She placed her hand against the screen, as if she could break through that barrier that separated the two of them. The best he could do, however, was place his own palm against the screen, right where hers was. “I’ll be watching over you—all of you—every step of the way.”
You can always trust in me. Don’t you forget that, Shin.
“My ghost will haunt your ass every step of the way, Shin.” At her soft laughter, he found his own lips stretching to a smile. “Live. Fight. Don’t let my death be in vain.”
It was the least he could do.
“Don’t you forget me, Shin.”
“I won’t.”
Static.
“Promise me you’ll live, yeah?”
“I promise.”
Voices.
“Ren?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you. For everything.”
“That’s what friends are for.”
Rushing footsteps.
“Watch over us, will you?”
“There’s nothing else I would rather do.”
They were calling out his name—no, Sou’s name.
“See you later, Shin.”
How come you never say goodbye?
Huh? What do you mean?
I’ve never heard you say goodbye. It’s always, ‘see you later’ or ‘see you soon’ or tomorrow. But never ‘goodbye’, or even a simple ‘bye’. Why is that?
I didn’t think you noticed. She had smiled up to him then, just as she was now. ‘Goodbye’ means we might never see each other again. It just seems so… final, you know?
He never thought about it that way.
So, I’ll see you tomorrow, all right?
First thing in the morning.
There’s nothing else I would rather do.
He smiled. A single tear slid down his cheek. “I’ll see you soon.”
With a flicker and a flash of static, the screen turned dark, but the image of her smile would forever be ingrained in the forefront of his mind, among the best memories that the two of them have shared together.
“Sou!”
A series of footsteps rushed up towards him, then stopped. He could feel them staring at him, at the computer, and at his hand on the lifeless monitor.
“Sou.” Miss Sara. “We were all worried about you.”
“Sou?” Kanna. “Sou, are you okay?”
He closed his eyes and bowed his head down. His smile lingered on his face. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He took a deep breath and tried not to sniffle. “I was just… saying goodbye to an old friend, that’s all.”
Nothing left to hide, he thought. No more.
“Safalin told us to gather at the lobby. They’re probably going to open the next floor soon.”
Keiji. The so-called ‘friendly neighborhood policeman.’
That’s not very nice, Shin.
Ah… “The next floor, huh?”
“I know it hurts.” Did she? She does. “But we have to move forward. We can’t stop now. We’ll find a way to beat the kidnappers—I know we can, and we will.”
So confident. You should try it, too, sometime.
“Let’s go, Sou.”
He didn’t realize Kanna had slipped her small hand into his until she started tugging on it.
When he opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the keyboard. The lights were still green.
Maybe.
“You guys go ahead,” he murmured, softly but audible enough for the gathering crowd of people to hear him. Then, he turned around and looked at Sara in the eyes. “Miss Sara, can we speak privately? Please?”
“Ah…” She was hesitating. Of course, she was hesitating. She had every reason and every right not to trust him right now, but he hoped to the heavens that there would still be some sliver of belief in her, for him—some trust, however little it might be.
She turned around, addressed the crowd, and nodded. “We’ll catch up with you guys,” she said to them, exchanging a brief glance with Keiji, before the policeman started ushering the others out the room, including Kanna.
Once the others were out, Sara turned back around. “What is it, Sou?”
Thank you. “There’s something I want you to see.” He turned back to the keyboard, fingers flying across the console. In his peripherals, the monitor lit up again, bright as daylight. “And it’s Shin.” Just before he pressed the final button, he straightened his back and looked over his shoulder at Sara. “Shin Tsukimi. Nice to meet you.”
“Ah—” The look on her face almost made him laugh. “Nice to meet you, too, Shin.”
He offered her but a brief smile before facing the monitor again, his finger punching in the final key.
“I’ll be leaving you to it now.”
His gaze fell back at Sara, whose eyes were enraptured with the light from the monitor.
“Join us when you’re done here, yeah?”
He moved away from the console and was halfway through the room when she finally spoke again.
“Sou—I mean, Shin.”
He turned back around to face her. She wasn’t looking at him, though.
“Wh—What is this?” she asked.
A familiar loading sequence appeared on the screen, accompanied with a series of static noises.
“A present,” he said. “Take your time. We’ll be waiting for you outside.”
“Wha—”
“S-Sara…?”
He turned around as soon as a different voice echoed throughout the room. It was rude to linger, to intrude what would be an intimate moment between two best friends. Sara needed her space, just as Shin had his.
“J-Joe?”
The young man tugged his beanie down over his bangs, smiling to himself as he left the room to head back to the lobby to rejoin the others.
Candidates. Allies.
There was still hope. There was no stopping now—no more looking back now.
All we can do… is move forward.
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