I won't let them get away with this

It had been a long night for two roommates who had returned to the lavish penthouse after being away. The lights were off, and neither wanted to switch them on - the darkness broken only by the stars and city streets seemed only fitting for their sorrowful mood.

The taller man's eyes were red and puffy from crying throughout their trip. As his tears had finally dried, his face had turned blank, with no signs of emotion.

Natsuo observed silently as Jiro walked straight into the living room, his movements heavy with exhaustion - and without a word, he picked up the black urn that had been taken out of its hiding place.

The man curled up on the couch holding the container tightly to his chest. His white hair strands hung over his eyes, but they were closed, looking emotionless as he embraced his best friend's remains.

Natsuo quietly sat next to him, snuggling up to him as he tried to comfort him.