Hm, to be honest, I wanted to just slack off a bit today, but... Eh, might as well write something.
[x] "How did that guy look? Describe him, or something!"
[x] "... wallet. Like this one?", show him the one you dug out at the shrine.
[x] "... so? What are you going to do next?"
[x] "... okay. Since you probably don't know it, I'm going to tell you: you've just rescued someone accused of murdering Hieda Aki. Remember what I said about 'sticking your neck too far'?."
That's right, not gonna let him sail away just yet! Especially since it was his story which brought up more important questions. Getting drunk? Not yet, fucker. Not before you answer them!
Trying to kill yourself or what? Well, whatever you're attempting to achieve, Renji, if this is just to escape the problem at hand, then this girl is very, VERY disappointed in you. Fuck, if this whole rescue action turns out to only worsen the situation, then... No, punishments or lack of them is something you can decide later. Now, let's move on. First thing first.
You quickly jump off the bed and land on your knees in front of genuflecting Renji. The smell of alcohol from his mouth - and from the bottle in his hand - is repulsive, but you're too pissed to care about such things. Even if it makes you want to throw up.
Renji looks up at you with unsure face as you grab a hold of his shoulders.
"That guy. How did he look like?" it doesn't matter that it sounds overly dramatic, if it makes him speak... "Describe him or something! You must've seen his face!"
He gives you an apologetic look.
"I told.... you, I don't ugghhknow... I couldn'tghh see his face..."
Damn it! Even one trait would be enough to identify that accursed doctor, yet...! No, calm down. It's not like it would suddenly fix the situation if it turned out that it indeed was Eron who wanted Renji to get you out. Nom, it would solve nothing at all. Keep it cool.
Instead, think of what needs a clarification next. Think, think, think, goddamnit! The wallet! He lost a wallet, and you happened to find one, it would be weird if it were just a coincidence! It's in your backpack, so just stand up and--
"... help?" Become stopped by that idiot's hand clutching onto your wrist. Just what you needed. What the hell does he want? And, for the love of god, why does he keep touching you on every possible occasion?! Noticing your glare, he just nods in the direction of the bed. ".. ughh, just help me ghhet there... Before it gets to my head."
Before it-- Ah. He means the alcohol. Ehhh, then there's no helping it, at least for now, since you still need him.
"... why the hell did you drink that shit anyway?"
You decide to ask a pointless question to make things less awkward as you help him up.
And as if to mock you, he answers with silence. Where have you seen it before? Ah, yes, of course. If this is some kind of a payback, he better drop it soon. Stupid fucker.
Without any further ado, you practically throw the hopeless idiot onto the bed, and quickly grab your backpack as he tries to find a comfortable position. In the end, he settles for one where his face is half-burried in the pillows. Comical, yes, but you're not in the mood to laugh now. But come to think of it, are you ever?
"... wallet." you repeat that word to yourself as you pull it out from inside the backpack "Like this one?" then shove it into Renji's face. He slowly grabs it with one hand and squints his eyes, as if it were incredibly difficult to look at it.
Altough only half of his face is visible, you can still see that he looks quite puzzled.
"... yeah, it's this one..." he shifts his gaze up at you "How did you...?"
Then it is. Just as you expected. But it doesn't answer anything at all. Why is it that the more you know, the less you're able to figure out? Why would that wallet of his be burried under the shrine? It doesn't make any sense. It doesn't make any fucking sense. There's something off. Something missing. Those letters, the wallet that was supposed to be your payment, Aki's murder... Why did it have to happen to you? If it weren't for this idiot, you could've continued your usual life instead of getting dragged into this nonsensical mess.
Your hand automatically reaches for your nose bridge and squeezes it lightly as you turn away from Renji and let your gaze drop to the floor. This is just too complicated...
"Fukuzai... Why, this wallet..."
And he should shut up when others are thinking!
"... I don't know."
This'll have to suffice. It's you who should be asking questions, not him!
At least it seems that he got the message and fell silent.
A minute or so passes in serenity, disturbed only by an occasional groan from Renji or sound of water inside the pipes. And you can't help but think... That this is actually nice. Not nice in a sense that you enjoy this situation, but it's... convenient that there's a place like this. Where one can hide during a storm and won't be disturbed by anyone. It's cold, it's wet, but it's still... Almost cozy.
Letting out another mental sigh, you let your shoulders relax and fall back, onto the bed. The ceiling, very high, illuminated by numerous lightbulbs isn't exactly an entertaining sight to watch, but you have no right to complain.
"... so? What are you going to do next?"
Your lips act on their own again, asking a pointless question out of the blue.
"... I don't know..." Renji's voice sounds weak "If that guy got Marry, no doubt he's going to turn him in to the guards... If so, I'm going to have to bail him out..." the long pauses he makes between sentences are irritating "... but first, I need to get you somewhere safe... I don't like these guys... Let's just wait until nightfall, it's not safe out there right now..."
Again. Get you somewhere safe? Again, he decides to rudely barge into your life without even consulting with you, even though you're right here? Damn you, Renji. Just damn you. You don't get a single thing, do you? You don't know how deep the shit you've stepped into is.
You sit up.
"... okay." you try to make your voice sound convincing "Since you probably don't know it, I'm going to tell you: you've just rescued someone accused of murdering Hieda Aki. Remember what I said about 'sticking your neck too far'?. You're such a--"
"I don't care." Your eyebrows twitch. As opposed to his earlier tone, now it's... Almost scolding. "I don't care." he repeats "You could have murdered half of those pricks above and I wouldn't care." that's... That's an interesting thing to hear, but... "I just don't care, as long... It's..." you're close to yelling at him to get to the point, but retain enough self-control not to "... I don't know. Just... I don't care how much you despise other people, how many of them you make hate you, I want to... I'm not making any sense, am I?"
You decide not to answer that rhetorical question and instead await the continuation of that... disturbing monologue.
"I... I don't think you're going to forgive me barging into your life like that... It's all my fault, I know... I just couldn't..."
You can't see his face, having your back turned at him, but you can tell he's hesitating, thinking intesively. Why? This whole thing about... not caring, it's just an excuse... For what? No, you don't even want to thinking about it. Such irrelevant things are only going to disturb your outlook on the world. Why can't he simply stop talking about such nonsense? It's pointless. Why can't he realize that?
Suddenly, something lands on one of your palms and squeezes it lightly.
"... Fukuzai..." he's almost whispering "... I love... your smile..."
Like if an electric impulse ran through your body, you jerk up like a scared kid. What did he just..."No, it can't be like this. It can't be left like this!
You turn around with an insult ready to be thrown, but...