The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
15. Trigger Puller
Katsuo's head turned to cover only his pias face when he found an unwanted surprise, a confession from the father that he was the perpetrator of the death of many people made his heart like a sledgehammer. His chest rose up and down panting, then paled. He is not a good man or someone who never does anything deviant, actually he is a thin veiled demon wrapped in patience. Disguise irrational behavior if it gets dark. Storing all emotions in a hidden space, covered by the hustle and bustle of the surroundings. Then it was broadcast because his immortality in a woman has been peeping her inner. Making the girl as a target to be immediately removed because of the presumption from his head that something from him will be taken.
The retina observes the intoxicating drink inside the vibrating cup so that it forms a wave, suddenly his heart was pounding considering the matter of the air temperature was decreasing and light appeared to form a large circle with a flow of wind like a wave of water churning in the middle. Not enough with this, a big eye suddenly appeared, and blinking made his heart slump.
From the start, he should have thought long as he was about to grip Kazuya's shoulder. Though there have been rumors about parties overwhelmed in the face of the clan, countless of a faction chose to retreat because of the inability to hesitate. Perhaps it was also that the opponent chose not to openly oppose, and made a plan to kill them in one night. Leaving a child that is seen as not harmful. Perhaps because they feel they are no longer as strong as it is said, Katsuo's confidence rises to compete directly. Instead, it was bound by the nether-emperor as red as wine in his cup.
Katsuo spins the memory when the Kazuya brothers put a rope on him so that it is not possible to escape, and it is impossible to think of trying to run because there is still much to pay for living in this world.
Just like Ryuji said as he was bound in a dark place with a crow roaring over a dead tree branch, then named stones stuck to the ground, also the bright shades of the barrel immediately concluded that he was at the final resting place. He was not afraid, there was really no such feeling in him even though the young man before him was the incarnation of the Death God who met his death.
“Will you keep smiling?”
Katsuo snorted, “why ti—“ his eyes widened looking at a rope bracelet bearing bells in Ryuji's hands, “where did you get it?!” the exclamation that was answered with a smile, he was completely wrong to have underestimated even against one that was believed to be no match for their predecessors regarding prowess.
Ryuji placed the proprietary and verifiable object known to Katsuo on the ground. Unfortunately, Katsuo cannot reach for objects that are often worn by the lover except to knock down and then move closer even though the moist soil from the tomb is dirtying.
“You know why I brought you here?”
Instead of perceiving the question posed by Kazuya's middle child, Katsuo laughed because at that moment he also had the understanding of dying, then all buried with mementos belonging to the flower of the heart. His laughter gradually stopped as Ryuji moved around as if displaying something behind him, his eyebrows clinging to the sight of a special urn for cremation ashes.
Katsuo was stunned to faintly see the name that was on the ceramic object. He groaned, rejecting the truth. From the beginning, the inability to accept the death of the Mother was still lodged, and now he also returned to swallow the difficulty that the Beloved was gone, was gone, with the clothes he recognized belonged to his girl full of bloodstains as proof of her death. And, the burial ground was fully prepared to cupping tears of peace, the wind was ready to send a propagation of the sound of the milling lament. Perhaps in need of an impingement, then the target of his brain was the person before him.
“Absolute once you dare to do this to women, Kazuya!”
Calls boomed on the sidelines of the cries of the man who lost his soul mate, while the accused showed no expression and dark about clouding the mind to publish a conclusion, that Ryuji did the act as expected.
“Not you?”
“I'm a girl, but you're in need, and mean to stab from behind. You making fun of yourself?”
His eyes narrowed to see the figure on the door of the funeral gate, Kazuya Yuka walked closer carrying a lantern with a familiar person to make Katsuo's eyes widen. “Sir Ryuji, not the one who killed him,” his eyes instantly turned on the one with a voice, the youngest Kazuya looked at him cynically.
“Young Master Fusae,” a woman rested on him with a bulging stomach made it quite difficult to do the respect as he did while still a servant first, then moved closer, and tried to untie. “Young Master Kazuya, is not the culprit, Young Master.
The shackles that tied Katsuo apart, he then blocked both the shoulders of his former servant, “then who? Who did it?!” tanyanya frustration.
“Tu-Tuan Fusae..,” he answered afraid to look directly at his former master, because Katsuo's neutrality is exactly the same as the person who has just been called a disaster bearer for him and his companions.
“What?”
The woman in Katsuo's clutches trembled, “when you were sent to the center by the Great Lord, he often forced her to serve, she said, and resolutely refused because his heart and anything of him was left only to you, Young Master.” As if just yesterday his best friend told me with teeth rolling in his arms, unfortunately the sweet woman he considered as his own sister has been in a different place. “Master Fusae was so angry that he made a ban on feeding him, and was locked up in a warehouse. I can't do anything, Young Master. The Chief Maid hired a guard, when helping him what about my family? But if it does not help him, I am also among the people who tormented him..”.
Although the distress said due to the obstruction of the esophagus could not make a statement, the woman still tried to vomit her pain. “A week without eating and drinking made him unable to resist when Mr. Fusae braved him.”
Katsuo lunglai is like a white carnation flower that withers on the ground. The dew again shaded the eyes, the frost cursed themselves to accuse others, in fact the closest person who broke the promise not to touch the Beloved even though it was not condoned because the person looked down on the position of the cleavage.
“Will you stay quiet like this?” verily, Ryuji's question is what binds him.
“It is impossible for a child to betray his parents, it is certain to side with them no matter what he does,” Yuka added to tighten the shackles after his older brother.
Hearing the implied statement of provocation, Katsuo clenched both hands, his jaw hardened, looking straight at Ryuji who gave him a 1-inch tube.
