Masuk"Haruto, stop it," Aito groaned, his voice trembling with pain. He struggled to remain upright, leaning heavily against Haruto as sweat trickled down his temples. Every involuntary shift of his weight sent a fresh jolt of pain through him. "It's already over so just stop. The police have your confession. You can't escape.""Oh yes, I can," Haruto said harshly. His grip around Aito tightened as he glared at the officers. "And you're coming with me. We're leaving this fucking country.” He began dragging Aito towards the elevator.“Ryu!” Aito screamed. “Ryu help! Don't let him take me!” Ryu gritted his teeth, too afraid to step forward in fear of Haruto hurting Aito again. Aito was already losing a lot of blood. His heart twinged in pain seeing the anguish on Aito's face and there was nothing he could do at the moment. "Haruto stop!" the lead officer ordered, keeping his weapon trained on Haruto. "Let the hostage go, and we can talk about this."Haruto only laughed. Did they think he w
His eyes burned, but he couldn't seem to blink. “You…” His voice broke. He swallowed hard, trying again but the words came out choked. “Y-You killed her… you killed her, Haruto.”“Yes” Haruto admitted with a smile. “and I do not have the tiniest bit of regret. Don't you see how much I love you Aito? Ryu would never kill for you but I have and I would do it all again if it means that I'd have you.”“This motherfucker,” Ryu cursed from behind the pillar. His voice was low, trembling with a fury that had become increasingly difficult to contain. He looked at Yasu who stood rigid beside him, his jaw clenched so tightly that it hurt. “Don't fucking try to stop me this time.” “I’m coming with you.” Yasu growled and they both hurried towards the balcony. “Aito, the police are here,” Kenji said through the earpiece. “We're moving in.”But Aito couldn't hear him. He couldn't hear Ryu's furious breathing or Yasu's curses. He couldn't hear the faint music drifting out of the ballroom or the di
Aito was confused. The night Haruto needed him the most? What night was that? Haruto looked at Aito's confused expression and shook his head, disappointed. “You don't fucking remember do you?” Aito opened his mouth but closed it because he had no idea what Haruto was talking about. What night? “Fuck” Haruto cursed, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand for the tears blurred his vision. “March 28. What do we always do on March 28?” “March 28?” Aito muttered, trying to recall. He frowned. Why couldn't he remember what March 28 was? Haruto shook his head in disappointment. “My mother's death anniversary.” He said. “That was the night she passed away you fucking idiot.” Aito's heart sunk to his stomach and he paled. He had completely forgotten. “Haruto…” “Save it.” Harto sniffled. “That night, I called you and I sent you a text reminding you to meet me at the family house for the rites but you went off to a party with that bitch and forgot all about me.” “Haruto-” “You kno
Yasu lowered his voice further. “Also think about what that boy has been through. Years of not knowing the truth, trying to make sense of everything that happened. Imagine finding out that someone you trusted, someone you considered your best friend, was responsible for the thing that's haunted you all these years. Aito has a right to hear it from Haruto himself. He deserves that much and I feel like if he doesn't get answers, he won't be able to truly move on so let's not deprive him of that.”Ryu looked away, breathing hard through his nose. Every instinct in him screamed to go to Aito. He could still remember the sound of the punch, the way Aito had stumbled, and the look on his face afterward.The thought of Haruto laying another hand on him made Ryu's blood boil.But Yasu was right about one thing.This wasn't just about catching Haruto. It was about giving Aito the answers he'd been searching for.“Let them talk,” Yasu said, his voice gentler now. “We'll intervene if things get
Aito frowned slightly, closely watching him. If they stopped talking about Sakura and Dai now, how was he supposed to get Haruto to slip up and confess? It was becoming increasingly obvious that Haruto was hiding something, and Aito had no intention of letting him escape the conversation. They needed whatever information he could get. Besides, he knew Haruto would not hurt him. He just had to play smart. “What the fuck is wrong with you Aito?” Haruto demanded, his voice rising despite his efforts to keep it steady. “Tonight is special for me. For both of us. Why do you want to ruin it?” “I don't want to ruin it,” Aito replied, his expression hardening. “You do.” Haruto stared at him incredulously. “I do?” He let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “You're the one who won't stop talking about fucking dead people!” “And you're the one avoiding the topic for fuck knows what reason,” Aito shot back. “You're hiding something, Haruto.” Haruto's jaw tightened. “Aito…” He
"Let's hang around here for a while," Aito said, gesturing toward a balcony. The place was surprisingly peaceful, a stark contrast to the crowded, noisy hall downstairs. The air was cool against their skin, free from the stuffiness of the ballroom, and the gentle breeze carried the distant sounds of the city below. A crescent moon hung in the sky, surrounded by scattered stars that twinkled faintly in the distance. A single couch stood against the wall, offering a place for guests to sit and relax away from the noise and bustle of the party. Haruto stared at the couch for a moment. It wasn't what he had in mind. He had hoped Aito would take them to his room and he'd use the chance to steal a few kisses before taking him away forever but before he could suggest another place, Aito tugged at his arm. "Come on. Let's sit and talk. It's been so long since we've done that." Haruto's heart softened instantly. How could he possibly say no to Aito? He glanced at his wristwatch. There was
Aito's heart dropped down to the pit of his stomach and his breath seized as he imagined the whole scene. The kinds of things his friends had done to drive a girl to end her own life. The mental and physical torture she must have gone through. He couldn't stop the tears that flowed down his cheeks.
Toshiro had just finished arguing with a couple of his workers for breaking some very important equipment they needed to use today. He was exhausted, irritated and furious as he'd have to buy them all over again, with his own money. But that wasn't what annoyed him the most. It was actually the fac
"Poor Ryuho..." Aito mumbled. "He must have suffered a lot these five years..." Aito now realised why Ryu had cried and hugged him like that. He felt even worse.Kaito's brow twitched. 'Poor Ryuho?' he thought, giving Aito a complicated look. 'The person you should pity is yourself!'But Aito felt
After that, I found myself at Ryu’s doorstep. I don't know why but instead of going back home, I went the opposite way. Besides, no one was at home. Mum left two days after the case was over. She said they'll be back soon. They just need to wrap up some work.The small house was quiet and it looked p







