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Haruichi opens a metal cabinet revealing it full of thick, red ring binders with names of different people on the sides. He spots three familiar names and his heart rate quickens.
Kazuya Miyuki. Narumiya Mei. Todoriki Raichi.
The pink haired boy brings the three binders to a computer desk in the room. "Come on Haruichi, let's see what the hell all of this is about", Eijun said walking towards the pinkette.
"Yes Eijun-kun, we are"
Eijun grabs the first binder from the top and opens it gingerly.
Nothing. It's completely barren.
"Alright, this one says Todoroki Raichi but, there's nothing in it?"
Confused, Eijun looks over at the next one and his stomach gives an uncomfortable lurch. Written in a hurried scrawl, is the name Narumiya Mei. Haruichi gives a small gasp and covers his mouth.
"This one....it says....Mei.", Eijun stutters out. He glances at the photos in grief. In one, Narumiya is lying on his side with nothing but a flimsy black shirt on, facing the camera with a dead look in his eye. In another, it's a far off shot and he's face down on the floor.
"Oh man, no. Mei...why. N-no..."
Eijun slams his fist onto the desk with an angered huff and it makes Haruichi jump.
"I should have fucking killed that bastard back there!", the brunette angrily whispers.
Haruichi shakes his head in anger and sadness. "Mei wasn't the first one. All of the binders in there are filled with other victims", the smaller boy explains pointing behind them. He then looks at his friend with wide eyes. "I-I think Ryosuke is gonna be next. Umemiya has got to be planning something tonight. Like maybe he's gonna give Ryosuke something at the Vortex Club Party!", Haruichi exclaims in a panicky tone.
Eijun looks at his friend in sympathy, a frown on his face. He opens the next one and his stomach drops. His mouth quivers and he can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage.
"K-Kazuya....", he croaks.
There's three photos in the binder. The largest is Kazuya lying with his back on top of another guy. His body language looks limp and lifeless, as if he were a doll and someone positioned his body the way they wanted. In another, it's a close up and it's easy to tell he has no shirt on. The third one, he's got tattered clothes on and he's curling in on himself against a wall. His faces looks shiny with sweat, brown hair matted to his forehead.
Shaking his head with disbelief Eijun looks to Haruichi with frantic eyes. "This...this isnt' real. These are fake right? Th-they're posed shots! Right? R-right!?", he shakily whispers in a pleading voice.
Haruichi's hand shake as he points to the pictures.
"Eijun-kun. His face...l-look at his face. He's completely out of it."
The brunette shakes his head in anger and disbelief. "Well...maybe--maybe Umemiya paid him? Maybe he paid him to do it!? He probably would have done it. Mayb-"
"No, I don't think that's it. Why is he putting him in the ground?? W-where-"
Haruichi is interupted by Eijun yelling out, "The junkyard! Oh my God. Haruichi...we have to go find that spot right now! Then we'll be able to see what he did." The brunette grabs his friend by the shoulders, shaking him slightly as he speaks, "He can't be dead. There's no way! He posed for these Haruichi. I know he did...p-please..."
Eijun is already running out of the room calling Haruichi to come with him. The pink haired boy looks down at the pictures and his stomach feels sick.
"Eijun-kun..."
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Haruichi runs out of the building his breathing hard and fast. He sees Eijun already in the pickup, gesturing him to come in quickly. The smaller boy throws the door opens with a screech and hops in, slamming it shut. As soon as the pink haired boy slammed the door, Eijun sped off, dirt flying behind them.
Eijun is driving fast. Too fast. He could get them killed if he's not careful. Haruichi looks over to his friend. The brunettes eyes are focused and he's got a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. The smaller boy turns and looks out his window, the scenery a flurry of blurred trees and flying colors.
A few minutes later they arrive at the junk yard. Eijun flies into it and doesn't even bother turning the truck off, before he sets it in park and flings the door open and rushes out. Haruichi quickly following behind.
"E-Eijun-kun slow down! Wait for me!", the Haruichi calls out. He's running as fast as he can but, Eijun is practically sprinting.
"I know where I'm going! I know exactly where I'm going!", the brunette huffs out.
They run through the junkyard. Bypassing several old and abandoned cars. They cut around an archaic gas stove and Eijun's body perks up and he runs faster (if that's even possible) towards an old resteraunt sign with severl junk around it.
The brunette slows down and stops. "Look! This is it! I know it!" Eijun's heart is racing and his palms are sweating.
He drops to the ground and starts clawing in the dirt, trying to dig up....
"Are you gonna help me Haruichi!?", the brunette cries out.
The smaller boy jumps to help his friend. He starts digging into the dirt, wincing as he feels it get under his nails. He's digging and digging until...
"Eijun-kun stop! L-look!"
Haruichi sees a tattered white shirt, the same one Kazuya had on in the picture, with what looks like an arm underneath. The skin isn't even the color of skin anymore. The decomposition clearly visible.
Eijun looks into the hole and his eyes widen in horror. His stomach becomes queasy and his heart is thrashing against his chest, the beat pounding against his ear drums.
"Please..oh God no.."
Haruichi contintues digging until a putrid scent hits his notrils. His eyes immediately water and he backs away from the vile odor with a digusted moan.
"That smell..."
The brunette leans over the hole to confirm that it is Kazuya and cries out his name. Arms shaking, barely holding himself upright he screams out, "Kazuya? KAZUYA! N-no! No no no! Please, not him! Anyone but him!"
The pinkette sits back and watches in agony, his friend cry out for his beloved. Shaky hands come up to cover his mouth.
Eijun backs away from the hole and leans over himself sobbing. His heart screams in agony and he violently pukes. Choking he continues to cry and throw up until he feels hands on his back. Haruichi rubs his back and his shoulders gently, trying to comfort his friend. The brunette sits up, still sobbing, tears streaming down his splotched cheeks.
"Kazuya! Kazuya w-why!"
Haruichi feels his own eyes fill with tears and he whispers out,"Eijun-kun..I'm so sorry. Eijun I-I'm so so sorry.."
Eijun wraps his arms around his knees, then puts his face in his hands. He croaks out, "I l-loved him so much..." He looks up at Haruichi with red, puffy eyes, "How can he be dead? T-tell me Haruichi...how. What kind of world do we live in that would do this?"
The pink haired boy looks down at his friend, his own cries no where near as broken and pleading. The brunette continues to question the injustiful and cruel world.
"Who does this?"
His cries of agony echo throughout the junkyard. Eijun can't feel anything but his heart ripping in half. Kazuya was his best friend, his lover, his everything. And he was torn away from him, burried into the soil like he was nothing but trash.
Eijun continues to cry out, to scream, to hurt. He will never hold him in his arms again. Never hear his teasing voice, never see that infuriatingly handsome smirk, never...
The brunette cries until his throat is raw and his eyes can barely stay open. He cries until there are no more tears to cry. Then he cries some more.
"Kazuya..."