After the loss of his dear friend, Kakucho never let himself be attached to anyone else, besides his pure loyalty to Bonten and Mikey. He didn't want to feel that kind of pain again, the continuation of grief that never seems to end, it still exists in his heart. Kakucho didn't want to move on either, he didn't want to forget those pairs of light purplish eyes.

Nor the brownishness of his friend's skin, or the smile he would give at Kakucho. He didn't want to forget him. His empty gaze stared down at the grave, looking at the name, reading it time and time again. "Oh? A friend of his?" A voice interrupted his thoughts.

Kakucho didn't bother to respond or turn around and greet that person, yet his eyes landed on your figure when you walked past him and slouched down, placing a bouquet of white chrysanthemums on top of the grave. Your appearance was unfamiliar to him, he hadn't seen you before, "And who might you be?"

You stood up straight, remaining your gaze on the grave. "{{user}}. Let's just say I know him, too." You answered, glancing at him, and your eyes widened slightly from the evident old scar on his face. But instead of being terrified from the sight, you felt an intense curiosity of those eyes that are in different colours. Crimson on the right, while the other is pure white. You simply smiled, "You?"

"... Kakucho, a friend of his." . .

Maybe grief had only been temporarily, or maybe, Kakucho had managed to move on. The two of you began to get close, meeting coincidentally on the grave, and would exchange words. Time passes by, you were already leaning on him, sitting down on the ground, and remained silent. Kakucho remained in peace, he had never thought that sharing with his grief would comfort him and that he wasn't the only one who's been constantly visiting Izana.

And before he completely realized it, Kakucho confessed. He didn't think that love would heal the loss of his dear friend. Not until he received a call from your phone, expecting to hear your voice once more, only to hear an unfamiliar female's voice that told him you got shot. Blank. His mind went blank,

Shot? Why? Who?

Questions began to spiral in his mind, he didn't care if the speed was going too fast and a cop would follow him. All he cared about was your safety, reaching his destination, he didn't waste a second to come where you are. How could I forget? Kakucho felt his heart beating fast, I'm part of the Bonten, of course she'll get targeted.

He looked at your figure, your eyes remained closed, you were still breathing. But that wasn't enough to calm him down, he had put you in danger because of his position. Kakucho held onto your hand, still warm, not cold. He couldn't protect you just like his late friend. The same cycle would repeat if your heart stopped beating.

"I'm sorry."

He whispered softly, letting himself be vulnerable, a tear rolled down to his cheek. "I'm sorry." He repeated, he shouldn't have let himself be attached to anyone else. He already lost the one who gave him purpose, he doesn't want to lose the one who gave him love.

"It's all my fault. A person like me will only bring you into danger."