There was something unusual about the center in the night. Hectic by day, it seemed almost abandoned by night. Not a single soul was out on the streets as Hisashi walked down the street, his hands in the pockets of his jacket. The night was fresh, the cold air allowing Hisashi to finally breathe.

Taking a turn, he entered the park, breathing in the freshness the green trees brought.

Sauntering over to a bench, Hisashi sat upon it, leaning back and closing his eyes. Hearing occasional cricket sounds, they made the night seem more alive.

It didn’t take him long before he fell asleep upon the bench.

Walking in the park, Yoru’s mind was working like an engine that had broken breaks. Gosh, if only it could shut up for a moment so he could relax. He wanted to scream, to shout into the void, he wanted to take a break.

But he knew he couldn’t.

He had responsibilities he couldn’t abandon, he had a task he would stop at nothing to accomplish. Resting can come after he completes the task.

But for the time being, he could just get ten minutes to de-stress.

Or at least he thought.

The image before his eyes stopped him in his thoughts. A certain man before him in the black leather jacket was sitting on a bench, gazing at the dark sky above them. The moon wasn’t visible tonight, but Yoru knew the man’s silver eyes shone just like the moon.

But he seemed so sad. His eyes which were usually lit up, now looked so tired. Exhausted. The dark circles under the eyes added to the gravity of the image, and Yoru knew, Hisashi had something happen to him. And maybe it was Yoru’s fault.

So Yoru called it quits, remaining in the shadows, watching as Hisashi reclined onto the bench, and falling asleep upon it.

If only that serenity had lasted for the entire night.

“Oh, what the hell, why did I choose to stay here, watching over him? He’s not a baby that needs surveillance. But, why do I have a feeling something might happen just as I’m about to leave? He said he wants to know my every move, yet I’m the one watching his moves.” Yoru thought while pouting, but then heard footsteps approaching.

“Oh, well, well, well. Who do we have here? An irresponsible worker clocking out on his shift.” The voice was low enough not to wake Hisashi up, but still loud enough so Yoru could hear it. It belonged to a man.

The said man approached the sleeping Hisashi, an ugly smirk upon his face. “Oh, how innocent you look while sleeping, Fujiwara. So unaware of what’s about to happen to you–Mmph!”

The heavy fabric came across his mouth, chloroform stinging from the rag. Breathing panicky, the man gripped the hands holding him tightly, breathing in once, twice, musty smell filling his lungs.

His body is becoming weaker and weaker, his struggling more futile.

And his eyes closed, Hisashi disappearing from his sight.