ᴀʀᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: @ffuv_1

Murders... endless rivers of blood and other people's tears... Kakuchou has been mired in this horror for a long time. Every day and every hour someone dies from his well-aimed bullet or precise knife blow. Anyone who dares to contradict Izana, or just accidentally catches his eye in a moment of anger - the next minute is already choking on his own blood.

He is a professional killer, a ruthless hitman, and just an overly loyal friend.

Where did it all start?

Fire, lots of fire. They stand in the middle of the road. The clothes are torn in many places and multiple wounds are visible everywhere. The smaller boy just stands and thinks about something, while the taller one, with heterochromia, sits on his knees and sheds hot tears.

They are surrounded on all sides by the wreckage of an exploding car and the remains of the bodies of two people. The corpses are very badly mutilated - they deliberately blew up the front of the car.

The blond-haired boy slowly approached his friend, at first he simply examined the bodies, and then casually poked at the first one that came across with his foot. He picks up the younger one and slowly leads him away from this nightmare. Who knew that a happy life in a new family would be so short?
Kakuchou was still shedding tears, but little Izana, leading him into the unknown, slowly whispers something to him, and very soon the hysteria stops. At that moment, the idea clearly lit up in the child's head that he would protect his only family with all his might.

This marked the beginning of the bloody career of these two.

Every day, Izana made plans to become the head of the most powerful gang in all of Tokyo, which they themselves would create. In his small head, possible plans of action continuously matured.

Upon returning to the orphanage, they became even further away from the rest of the children. Any unkind glance towards Kurokawa ended in a beating. Kakuchou began to train diligently in martial arts, and later, upon reaching the age of 14, he also began to master weapons.
He killed the first person at the same time. They had already escaped from the orphanage and the blond-haired one immediately began to implement his plan.

This started the blood counter.

A childhood trauma gave rise to a painful dependence on the named brother in the odd-eyed boy. He could not argue with him, just as he could not become attached to anyone else. But the further they went into the underworld, the further Izana himself became from it. He began to spend a lot of time on his own affairs and even often ignore Kakuchou. This gave rise to even greater cruelty in him. He became unsociable and often disappeared on missions to remove obstacles.

He was not a maniac, all his dirty deeds did not pass without a trace for him. At night, when he was not busy and left to himself, he closed himself in his room.Behind solid walls, hidden from the rest of the world, he could afford such weakness as a couple of wet lines on his cheeks and a little tantrum. He was no longer capable of more, his soul quickly became callous and he lost all human feelings ...

When Hitto walked the streets of the city, in those very rare, free moments, everyone shunned him. Watching his every action with horror and leaving his field of vision as quickly as possible. This made the situation even worse.

It seemed that enlightenment would never come in his life stained with the blood of numerous victims.

But, out of nowhere, she loomed on the border of this nightmare ... A stupid and clumsy girl invaded his life suddenly. And changed her forever.

She just crashed into him one day while rollerblading down a small hill. With her light brown eyes and soft peach hair, she was like an angel sent to his private hell.

The girl then apologized for a very long time and bowed before him and received in response a rude: "Nothing." did not frighten or repulse her.

Her clumsiness then managed to make him laugh. Marvelous. His lips hadn't curled into such a sweet and innocent grin for so long. The muscles of the face immediately stabbed out of habit. But he was not up to it, when he so clearly felt the exorbitant lightness in his chest.

"-Stupid."

Weeks and months passed. For a long time he remembered that feeling of lightness that a short minute from "communication" brought. Kakuchou honestly thought that they were no longer destined to meet, that fate did not think to grant him happiness in this life. And he was already again drawn into the routine of tasks from Izana ... As he again felt the favor of fate.

After such a long time, he met her again ... It happened in the park, where he often, if possible, whiled away his time away from his childhood friend.

"Hey, you didn't introduce yourself"
It sounded rather rude, but again she didn't seem to notice anything offensive in his words. Only a slight smile brightened her face.

"- Hinata. Hinata Tachibana. By the way, you didn't introduce yourself either."

"-... Kakuchou"

He honestly didn't want to sound rude, but the lack of proper communication took its toll. He could only look down awkwardly, and she, to his surprise, only laughed loudly.

Since then, their meetings have become regular. No one ever promised that he would come to this place again, but every time he excitedly turned onto this very path leading to this secluded place. The life of a brunette has finally found new colors.

Hina... this girl became his personal North Star, slowly replacing Izana in the place of his personal landmark.

Of course, he will never leave his dearest friend. He was too attached to Kurokawa by this painful attachment. The victim counter was still tirelessly defending new cases.

Izana wasn't stupid, he'd noticed a change in Hitto's behavior a long time ago. And it drove him into a quiet frenzy. A venomous jealousy flared up in him. Kakuchou must, must be by his side always!

The inner beast in him wanted to deal with the obstacle as quickly as possible, but he was not stupid enough to blindly follow his instincts. You need to act so as not to break a childhood friend ... even more.

Naturally, he suddenly had twice or even three times as many "enemies".
There was terribly little time for communication with dear Hina. At first, Kakuche implicitly obeyed his friend, stepping over himself and literally trampling himself into the mud.

But to Kurokawa's surprise, the brunet adapted very quickly and was no longer hindered by the amount of work provided to him.

This fact quickly brought the jealous friend out of himself. Patience vanished as quickly as his composure usually returned.

Very unexpected for the already anxious Hitto of late... Tachibana was on the bloody list...

There was a short circuit in the so badly injured brain. This and the following nights there was an incessant hysteria. The room was destroyed in the first hours, the rest of the time he cried and screamed. But by the middle of the fourth night, he decided to go to his secret "refuge" on the outskirts of the park.

She was there, she was waiting for him. He did not want to have unnecessary conversations now, but the girl seemed to hear all his thoughts and only silently pointed to a place next to her. Kakuchou didn't need to be told twice.

Five minutes later, he thoughtlessly looked into the depths of the park, lying on her shoulder. No one spoke a single word that evening.

Kurokawa's patience had run out.

That same evening, Kakuchou thoughtlessly ran away from his past... He rented a small apartment on the other side of the city and for the next week did not leave his little treasure. The girl seemed to understand his inner feelings and tried to cheer him up. It was their happiest week of their lives.

But betrayal is not forgiven and Hitto forgot about it.

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A small picnic is planned for today. Everything had been prepared the night before, and now they were on their way.

It was Hinata's idea to go to the edge of the forest and stop on a small hill next to it.

The path was short, but all the way the guy did not find a place for himself. He forgot about something ... but no matter how hard he tried, the happiness that turned his head did not allow him to think about anything. Upon arriving at their destination, the dark-haired man even caught his breath. It was really impressive!He wanted to help the girl get out of the car, but she really insisted on a memorable photo. Such a request greatly surprised Kakuchou, but immediately brought a smile to his face.
Sitting more comfortably on the seat, the girl only handed him her phone through the window and began to grimace in search of an impressive pose for an interesting photo.

Having moved a sufficient distance from the car, the brunette began to adjust the camera. While he was fiddling, he accidentally pressed the record button and his heart skipped a beat.

The girl diligently brought something to the misted glass, on which she herself breathed.

The first word "I" took my breath away. The girl just laughed into her fist and continued her work.

The second - "love" caused a gentle smile on the guy's face, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Something red flashed behind the girl, who stuck out her tongue from hard work ..

The third word - "you" was not destined to end.

In an instant, a realization came to the guy's head, and even having such honed reflexes, he did not have time.

The thundering explosion was not weak. Hitto was thrown back by a shock wave immediately ten meters from the car. Consciousness left him, but he overcame himself and with all his remaining strength on shaking legs hurried to what was left of the car ...

He dug it up there, among the heaps of iron. Her head is severely damaged and detached from the rest of her body with the ease of a feather.

She was still smiling...

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Izana arrived locally an hour later. The spectacle of those who met him was not the most pleasant, but did not cause a single emotion on his face. Only a contented, soulless smile played on his face as he slowly approached his friend, who was sitting with someone else's head in his hands.

- Kakuchou, it's time for us to go home.
The brunette didn't answer. There was nothing on his face at all... just a dried tear trail.

- Trash should be left here. There is nothing to carry anything into our house ~

Kakuchou just obediently got to his feet. His hands, which until then tightly gripped a piece of someone else's body in his hands, relaxed, and his head fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The ash-haired man just nodded contentedly, rather to himself, and possessively grabbed his friend by the hand, and led him to his car.