Hajime's Third Person P.O.V.

The blade felt cold against his throat. Even though he was blindfolded, he could tell that he was taken captive since there were restraints on his wrists, which were held behind his back.

There was a shuffling of feet. Ko must have turned around halfway.

"Don't move or I'll slit his throat."

The blade pushed into his skin, drawing blood. Warm blood trickled down his neck. He gulped.

Stay calm. Stay calm. Stay calm. He repeated to himself.

However, he was sure that his attempts to calm himself were a failure since he was pretty sure that Ko could feel the tiny little pang of fear in his heart.

Ko couldn't let Hajime die now, could he? But if he were to die, then Ko could go live his life again. Hajime was just a burden to everyone once again. He could never make any ones' life easier, only harder.

Ko should just give up on him right now. The guilt was heavy in his chest.

Why couldn't he just die?

A light breeze brushed past his face, and before his mind could process what had just happened, his wrists were released.

In its place were smooth, warm ones.

"Move when I move. Walk when I walk. Run when I run." A smooth voice whispered into his ear. Ko. Hajime almost sagged with relief.

He heard the cocking of a gun, then several gunshots, The footsteps were approaching rapidly now. The figures were probably running. Sprinting.

More gunshots.

A heavy thump.

"Ngh!" Ko grunted.

What happened? Did Ko get injured?

He couldn't take it anymore. Hajime had to see what was going on.

He ripped off his makeshift blindfold and stared at the scene that lay before him.

Blood.

Lots and lots of blood.

Blood lined the cobblestones.

Two bodies.

Blade against blade.

Gunshots.

His eyes shot to Ko. His face was contorted into pain. He was gripping his right shoulder but could manage to hold the gun steadily in his right hand.

Blood seeped through Ko's hand. He indeed was injured. Hajime couldn't clearly see what was happening. Both people were to fast. They were so agile and quick, their actions were blurred.

Ko's head quickly turned over his shoulder, glancing at Hajime.

His eyebrows scrunched up together.

"YOU IDIOT! DID I NOT TELL YOU TO NOT TAKE OFF YOUR BLINDFOLD?!"

Before Hajime could reply, a presence appeared behind him.

He couldn't move fast enough. He didn't have the right reflexes.

A gunshot rang throughout the street.
It penetrated the figure's head, but not before it could stab their knife into Ko's abdomen.

"GAH!" Ko spit out blood.

He collapsed on his back.

"You saved me..." Hajime said.

"It... was... only... my duty..." Ko managed to say between uneven breaths.

"Why? Why did you save me?"

"..."

"You got yourself injured! Just because of me! I'm only a burden! You should have just let them kill me instead!" Hajime yelled.

"Hey... why are.... you... crying?"

Hajime hadn't noticed the hot tears that were streaming down his face.

He quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Are..  you worried... about trash... like me...? Heh..." He laughed.

A fit of coughing and hacking seized his body.

"H-hey! Hold on! I need to get help!"

He used his tie to stop the bleeding of the wound on Ko's torso.

"I'm glad... I could... save you...." Ko's eyes fluttered shut.

"W-wait! Don't leave me all alone!"

His eyes caught the slightest movement of Ko's stomach.

Oh, thank god he's still alive. Relief washed over his thoughts.

After a minute or two of calling for help, Hajime was sure that no one would appear to aid Ko.

He decided to take the matter into his own hands.

Locating a nearby drugstore, he carried Ko over and laid him on a table.

"Where are those stitches when you need them?" He mumbled to himself.

"Aha!"

He collected the various items needed to help heal his friend: alcohol to clean the wound, gauze for bandages, ointment for the wound, and stitches to seal up the wound.

Hajime could see the pain on Ko's face as he began stitching up the wound on his torso. Besides that major wound, Ko also had a gash on his right shoulder as well as a minor cut on his cheek.

Hajime hated to watch Ko suffer, but the drugstore had no anesthetics, so he would have to deal with the pain for a while.
He was just about finished when the rain started in the evening. Its comforting presence took away the fears in Hajime's mind.

"There we go. All done." He spoke to himself. 

His olive eyes landed on Ko's face. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping... His eyes trailed to his lips. Those lips that had been connected to his not long ago. If he could experience them one more time...

If he could just.....

No.

He shook his head. What was going on with him these days?

He was being stupid and ridiculous.

The rain was creating a soothing pattern on the rooftop.

Plitter platter. Plitter platter. Plitter platter. Plitter platter.

His brown locks rested on top of Ko's arm as Hajime placed his head on top of the table.
The rain washed away the thoughts that lurked within his mind.

With the steady rhythm of the gentle rain that coursed through his ears, Hajime started closing his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.