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Shaken was Shuichi, watching the only person he trusted in this hellhole reduced to a corpse hanging limply over ivory keys. It wouldn’t be the last time he felt that pit in his stomach.
He felt it looking at the body laid below the rope of thorn. The remains in the cauldron of boiling water. The heap of ashes that were once a stung man.
The one that finally dug that pit into a void was Kaito. He no longer had someone to keep filling in the gaps with pushups or flashy grins. Seeing Kaito dead, laid out vulnerably the way he never was should’ve been impossible. He always said the impossible is possible— but this was not the time for proof.
Shaken was Kaito’s body as it tumbled out of the spaceship that died just seconds after him. That was when the realization hit— Shuichi would either plan his escape, or someone would plan his demise.