Kazuhiko walked into the room, hearing the news. But that couldn’t be true…right? There was so many more fun times to have….everyone loved Akito. He was so good….he…no, he had to see…it was probably a mistake…it had to be.
As Kazuhiko walked in he sunk to his knees. ”Akito…wake up Akito, right? This is all a joke. We had more time to spend together, right? I…I made more of those gelees for you….I made cookies and cakes and everything you liked….please don’t go…please don’t leave me now…” Big, fat, ugly tears began to fall from his eyes. He sobbed, unable to move for a few minutes, only crying and clutching the body.
He wiped the tears from hsi eyes, and got up. How could they just leave him here, like this? He was the sweetest…the gentlest of them. This wasn’t fair! That bastard Kazuki…no one liked him! Why couldn’t he die! Why couldn’t anyone else but him die!
He stood up, shaking with a rage he had never felt before. Despite Kazuhiko’s wishes, he knew how Akito felt towards romance. And he knew the motive. It was easy enough to put two and two together. He was half French for god’s sake. This kind of intuition was in his blood. It’s either Mien…or it’s Kazuki. And with Kazuki collecting evidence, someone else had to. he would not let Akito’s memory be disgraced.
He collected himself and began by investigating the body…followed by it’s immediate surroundings. After that, he would proceed to Akito’s room…lovers always left traces…gifts…letters, things of the sort.