Bound by Chains

(Somewhere else . . .)

"Hey, you got the money ready."

'I said DO YOU HAVE THE FUCKING MONEY READY!"

"Y-yes Sir."

"Hand it over!"

"Ok."

"Our plan will be taking place soon."

"Yes Sir!"

(Isamu's POV)

I entered my house, he was gone yet again, I haven't seen for the last day and a bit. I don't know where he is, but at least he's not near me.

I headed up towards my room to get changed into my work clothes. My shift didn't start until later today. I would be receiving my pay today, hopefully it should be enough to hold of the eviction notice, as it was due in 12 days.

I finished getting ready then I headed of towards my workplace. Yet again it was one of those day that seem forever to go by. Today had even less customers than yesterday, that was probably due to the rain. Not many people go out when it's raining or if it going to rain.

I got out the broom and began to dust the store floor, clearing out the dirt that people walk in. Though it was pointless, it gave me something to do. I closed shop, unfolded my umbrella.

It was lightly pouring, cars driving over puddles, splashing water everywhere, a soft strumming noise of rain droplets spitting on the nearby roofs. Headlights off the cars that were traveling past reflecting off the water that was pooled in the potholes.

A distant rumbling of thunder could be heard off in the distance, slowly approaching nearer. Miniscule echoes of footsteps could be made out as my shoes hit the pavement.

The over as sky was slowly turning dark as nightfall was arriving. A dull glow was emitted as the moon had begun to rise into the sky. A familiar truck was parked outside of the house.

I knew what that meant, looks like he was back from his campout, maybe even brought a 'trophy' back. I entered the house, hanging the keys back in their rack to their respective places.

I threw my clothes into the laundry basket as I laid out my pyjamas to get changed into. I switched on the bathroom light, turning on the shower.

(End of POV)

Both boys were finishing up for the day, both overthinking, analysing their previous interactions, conversations worried about their different problems, yet not so different itself.

The fear of loss, abandonment among numerous other fears running rampant in their brains. Afraid of the unknown, never knowing what to do next, or what's install for them.

These fears imprinted in their brains from pain, from different causes. Trying to find an excuse to keep on holding onto the railings, pull yourself up from the train tracks.

(Katsumi's POV)

Small trails of rain sliding down on my window.

*Sigh*

'Please how do I act, just tell me what I should do. How do, do I trust again. I sick of staying up all night trying to figure out how to build myself back up again. These walls, no chains are stronger than iron, keeping me from being hurt by my own emotions. A puppet dangling, holding onto a tread of cotton that is slowing thinning with each Knick until its breaks.'

Countless nights I've tried to compress the past only firing them up more. My emotions submerged in a ghost of itself. A shell.

(Isamu's POV)

I wrapped a towel around my waist while drying off my hair. 'Sorry for being so worthless, sorry that I could make it in time.'

Only faint shadows were left of the bruises. I laid out the multiple study books as I started on book No*1 Maths. I wasn't the most studious or prestigious student in my class, but I always tried my best to put 120% into everything I do. I believe that I would lose myself in the process if I didn't keep in touch with reality.

The storm would be set in for days, along with the lasting weather warnings. The black curtains were blowing around in with the wind, knocking a few pens off the desk, along with some sheets of paper.

"CLUNK"

I heard a heavy object drop nearby, followed by a couple of inaudible words. I closed my book shut and slipped into bed. I stared at the ceiling, watching the shadows dance across the wall.

'I wish that I could say that I'm proud, that I don't regret my actions. I sorry that I let them down.'

There are as many 'what if' situations as the stars, and I think that I've contributed to quite a few of those 'what ifs'. All those possible actions, or motions I could have made to change something, to prevent an event to go ahead.

I took in a deep breath in, and slowly released as the soft rain drumming on the roof lulled me to sleep, forgetting todays events as the outside was being drown out.