Chapter 2.5: killed of him parents

Chapter 2.5: killed of his parents

Training Arc

What would I do once I met a white puppet? Question him? Torture him? Kill him instants? All these questions are clouding my mind leaving no room for thought.

My whole look over in my direction shows my unease.

He squeezed my hand to reassure me and I smiled in return. I let my mind rest and directed my attention towards the bouquet that lay on the back seat of the car.

"Those... They're for your parents" I looked at him surprised and slightly confused.

"what do you mean?" I asked looking back at the flowers that emitted a sweet fragrance, making me wonder how I hadn't noticed then when we drove to the coffee shop earlier today.

"Since Tuesday was... You know. I thought it would be nice to go and pay our respects. Especially since I was busy and couldn't take you on the day. The flower is for them to put on their graves."

My uncle explains glancing my way to be finished.

How thoughtful of him. My uncle is always there for me, it will be hard to leave him behind... Once I go away.

But this is what I have been dreaming of for far too long. "Speaking of which, we're here." My uncle said as he parked the car near the entrance of the cemetery.

He picked up the flowers from the back seat and handed them to me... "You can give this to them, I stay in the car until you finish take as long as you need."

Yuuto nodded smiling at how earing Souta was.

Yuuto opened the door and stepped out of the car and just as he was about to close the door peeked back inside.

"Uncle?.." Yuuto called out to Souta and he looked at Yuuto.

"Hm?" Souta replied curiously.

"I'm lucky to have you," Yuuto said smiling. Souta smiled back, but there was a hint of something else that I couldn't quite pinpoint behind that smile of his.

Maybe it's just my imagination.

Gently shutting the door, Yuuto began headed toward the entrance of the cemetery. He felt slightly nervous as Yuuto approached the gated path that will lead me to my parents.

I made it toward the gate placed my hand on the cold metal handle and pushed it open.

The sound of the screeching metal cut through the air and Yuuto made his way toward his parent's graves.

I passed rows upon rows of tombstones, reading out the dates on which they died.

Most were of the century, but there were some