A breath is cut short, as is scream. Scarlet glows on the ground, in an hour just grass. In two, it's already flowers.

Bloodflowers...

Perhaps this is the very day Chuuya hated his ability. Or himself?

And so far, one fist touch to your stomach - was enough to make a few of your guts fall to the pavement. A disgusting sight. Your body was pierced with holes. Organs squeezed. So was your voice.

And why is that?

And as if feeling some guilt, his face didn't flinch. And now your body is on the ground.

Your red liters of the frighteningly named "blood", gathered under your body in the middle into one big sticky puddle. Like the flag of Japan. Your face frozen in an unreadable expression.

Your eyes, which Chuuya once thought were the most beautiful, have become as empty as his gaze now.

And why is that? Because you were recognized as a traitor to the Port Mafia? Chuuya thought he was better than that. Killing a friend was a big decision.

He feels guilty. He feels sick. He feels nauseous. He doesn't want to admit that he is the cause of it. But that doesn't mean Chuuya is going to regret or cry now.... No. Not now. Not in this life.

And there it is. His right hand is in you, but not in the cause, of course.

His hand is in your stomach, going all the way through while he feels the brutal heat around his hand, while blood runs down his palms. His left hand is also in you, a position just above his right, in the area of your liver.

Some of your organs were just lying on the ground.

The world seemed to freeze around him. Chuuya looks down at you, and you rest your head lightly on his shoulder, though you're taller than him. Tears stream down your face. Either from pain or something else.

The expression on Chuuya's face was impassive. Though there were emotions raging inside of him.