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The sound of a lighter clanking open and flame crackling could be heard inside the room as the dark haired man put the cigarette close to the lighter to lit it up.
As he put the cigarette inside his mouth, his mind strayed away to images of a certain blonde haired man.
His free hand clenched into fists as he let out a puff pass freely through the air. He couldn’t help but wonder how long has passed since his death.
The memories of the pair together were engraved in both his heart and brain. Like two separate aches.
*puff* “If only I knew sooner.” He whispered softly even though he knew no one else could hear it.
Meanwhile, a certain man once presumed dead, stood up and looked down to see his hands. "HAHHHH?!" His scream was so loud that nearby trees were shaking. His hands were so pale it could blind someone's eyes, and dirt stains were everywhere on his fingers and nails.
"..I look like I just rose up from the grave or something." His words were proven right as he realized he's standing in front of a gravestone. "..dammit." His expression bended into a face of dread as he took a staring contest against the gravestone, the structure stared at him silently.
He thought of his actions right now before sighing and heading back to his shared apartment with Haruomi, unaware that his teeth were growing.
Back at the apartment, the dark haired man put the cigarette into the ashtray before entering his room and laying on the soft mattress.
He put the palm of his hand to his forehead as he stared at the ceiling aimlessly. His time was cut short by a knock on his window, and when he got up to open the window, he saw what was probably the most unforgettable scene ever.
Chisei Kuzuryu, the man pronounced dead, is now.. alive. Sitting at his window in a rather.. provocative pose.
“Shura, open the window!” He let out a sentence that made the other man falter from his usual composed state.
He was hesitant at first.. I mean, someone who you thought was dead standing right in front of you? Who wouldn’t be creeped out. However..
This time—his feelings won over his logic as he opened the window cover.