Wednesday 1.5 - Unsaid

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Ran strode down the hallway of the apartments after leaving Yohji's room.

It was easy to focus on other things, things other than what Yohji had just said to him. His shoulder was throbbing - he should have the others check if he had set it right - and he was so tired that he was close to passing out.

And his current life had finally been laid bare to his little sister. How could it get worse than this, really, in terms of what she could see? A body in a morgue? He was sure her imagination could supply her with that easily enough.

He wasn't surprised it had come to this. He couldn't allow himself to be, because it would be admitting that he, too, sometimes slipped into fantasy. His sister lived with four assassins; this situation had been inevitable.

It was miraculous it had taken so long.

He went to check on Ken, first. It didn't sit easy with him that no one was watching him, to his knowledge.

But his anger hadn't seemed to work like that, lately, did it? It seemed to bubble up gradually when faced with stress.

He turned the handle slowly, looked inside the room. Ken was out on his bed, still mostly dressed. As if he'd simply sat down and passed out.

He shut the door again, and paused outside of it.

What would he say to Aya? What could he possibly say?

She'd be asleep. They'd talk tomorrow. He went to her room, pushed it open.

...empty.

His hand closed against the wood of the door, and he leaned his forhead gently against the wall.