Kichiro’s black suit shoes slowly clatter as he walks along the cobbled ground. The sky is almost dark over the graveyard. Kichiro stops next to Misha, both looking down at a grave.

“YUKIO TOMIFUTO 2001-2021”

Kichiro squats down as he leaves a bouquet of flowers, a chocolate bar and a letter at the foot of the grey grave. Misha then places a framed photo gently next to Kichiro’s gifts. A photo of Yukio and Kichiro which Lucie took in school.

“The way he looked at you… I know he had feelings.” She says as she glances at Kichiro.

Kichiro says nothing as he looks up to the sky. If only Kichiro said something sooner. If only Kichiro knew how he felt. If only…

“Let’s go…”, Misha says, as she begins to walk away.

Kichiro has one last look at the grave.

“I could’ve loved you too.” He feels raindrops hit his face. They fall from the clouds. The clouds are his eyes.

Yuichi’s window of his blacked-out Mercedes slides up as he watches Kichiro depressingly walk away.

He looks to the back seat.

“You sure it was them two, Mitch?”

A man with his hood up and a big backpack beside him looks directly into Yuichi’s eyes with a wild smile and nods.

“F*ck”, Yuichi replies as he looks back at his younger brother. He knows what he must do. If only Kichiro was the one who got stabbed at the train station. If only Mitch didn’t try to rape that girl on the train in the first place. Now Yuichi himself has to finish the job.

Yuichi eases his foot onto the accelerator, creeping the car towards the graveyard exit where Kichiro and Misha are headed.

“You ready?” Yuichi asks Mitch. He glances into his mirror to look at Mitch again. Mitch is almost bouncing in his seat in excitement. His eyes are wide open and locked onto his target.

“No raping this time Mitc-“

The door swings open as Mitch sprints towards Kichiro and Misha. Mitch shouts as his hood flies off, revealing his scar-tattered forehead and red burn mark around his ear.

Yuichi slams his steering wheel which his gloved hands. Too early, Mitch. Too f**cking early.

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Kichiro hears a loud wail and the sound of boots stomping rapidly towards him. He quickly glances round to see a zombie-like man running straight at him with a baseball bat.

Misha.

Kichiro grabs her hand and flees down a small alleyway, pounding away the colourful bikes in his path and hopping around ramen shop workers on their smoke break. He could feel the attacker’s eyes targeted onto his back. They enter onto a busy highstreet and weave through the crowds. Misha confusedly looks around, trying to find out what Kichiro was attempting to save her from. Rain begins to patter down  onto the streets, triggering a consortium of umbrellas to explode open.

Kichiro continued to shove and push his way through the sea of umbrellas, searching for a escape route out of this mess.  As he and Misha finally exit the maze of people, they pause to look for the attacker. He’s nowhere in sight. 

Just when they begin to catch their breath, a blacked-out Mercedes screeches round the corner at full speed and directs itself straight at Kichiro. It pulls over and the doors pop open. Without thinking, Kichiro drags Misha and they hop into the car.

They slam the doors shut. They look forward at the driver. In the passenger seat sits the crazed attacker. In the driver’s seat… Yuichi.

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“Don’t move.” Yuichi says as he grabs the bat out of Mitch’s hands and stabs him with a needle, instantly putting him to sleep.

Yuichi looks again through his dark aviator shades into the mirror facing the backseat. Kichiro and Misha both sit there, frozen.

Yuichi laughs. “Don’t sh*t yourself too much, bro. We’re only gonna go for a little drive…”

The car slowly pulls away from the sidewalk and into the stream of cars. Rain patters against the windows. The car is silent inside.

Yuichi looks down at his rusty revolver, armed with only 2 bullets. He grins.