Akashi's POV

[I scowled, rolling my eyes and followed him out of the train in silence. He really had no ears for anything out of his own planned intentions. It was very crowded at mornings in Kyoto, and I 'bumped' into a few people as I watched Furihata struggle to make his way.

It didn't take us much longer to get to the Yakuza's place. It looked run over, I figured some haters or teen gangs burned it down. Scanning the house from outside, it didn't give me any positive vibes at all. In fact, I was worried Furihata might get hurt in there, but looking at his determined expression gave me slight hope.] 

"Okay. Lets go in. I'll take the lead and tell you if it's safe to follow." 

[I stomped forward, glancing behind my back to ensure him being behind me. I passed through the wooden door that half crumbled and burned down already, looking back from the inside to see a log hammered to the door and the walls.

It looked pretty weak to break under pressure, though.] 

"Furihata, kick the door the hardest you can. Cover your eyes so they won't get harmed by wooden bits." 

[Meanwhile, I took my chance to scan the room first. There were no visible dangers. The house looked like one of an average group of people, surely not family. The kitchen was minimal, with a tiny fridge that obviously didn't function by now. There was a torn down couch, a few plastic chairs and an old TV box. Everything was covered by dust and spiderwebs.

Again I felt a wave of pessimism course through me. It feels bad.

I had to keep up my guard.]  

Furihata's POV

[I will admit, I was sort of scared. But in the end, I knew what I signed up for. I did what I could to have Akashi lead his way to heaven safely. So i just simply did what he said, kicking the door and blocking my eyes from impact. Doing that caused the door to shatter, and though it was shabby, my kick did seem a bit impressive from the noise it made.] 

"Oh...? Seems like nobody's here..." 

[I calmed down very clearly, visually at least, and started going through the room quickly. The area was really creepy; I wanted to leave, but it was my only way to find clues... Nothing really caught my eye though, until I got to one particular desk.

There were a few notebooks there, and I picked them up, trying to look, when a picture slid out of one of them. A picture of what I'm pretty sure is Akashi's dead body.] 

"I... think I found you, Akashi..."  

Akashi's POV

"You found me a week ago, or technically I found you, but thanks for noticing now at last." 

[I drawled as I shuffled across the apartment, grimacing at the dust floating in the air. It was indeed disgusting. Though, Furihata didn't replay to my sarcastic comment. I walked towards him, watching the picture in his hand.

It was a photograph of my corpse thrown in some kind of dirty basement. It seemed pretty dark so I couldn't detect much from it but my own throat slashed body, but from a closer look...]

 "Stairway. Concentrate on the left upper side of the picture. There has to be a stairway downwards leading to my corpse." 

[I ruffled my hair, frustrated, and started marching around. I was restless. Where could it be? There were no signs of a door or passage leading to a basement here. It looked like a normal class house. I let out several grunts, covering my face with my hands. Could it be in the poverty areas? Maybe they transferred the body? Maybe it got burned down already?] 

"Furihata, it'd help a lot if you can start sniffing around. No puns intended, tell me if you smell something dead."   

Furihata's POV

"Akashi... it looks like an abandoned house, or something, maybe they had another base somewhere here? The color of the walls looks different anyway..." 

[There wasn't any sme

ll here too, this area was seemingly clear of anything other than clues. They probably played it safe here, just got caught in this area...] 

"Let's go out! There isn't any smell in the area, but since the place in the picture doesn't seem in very good shape too, it might be around here." 

[I said and got out of the place with Akashi. I moved around the street. I thought to myself which building tend to a basement and I figured we should probably look for private buildings.] 

"We're really close Akashi...! Let's go to the poorer districts... even if its more iffy there, I can feel it in my bones, you're somewhere there!"   

Akashi's POV

[Even though I just wanted to drop the plan, caving into the tiredness of the whole situation, I forced myself to maintain a little bit of optimism and move on. Furihata seemed sure of himself so I decided to have my hopes with him and not give up as long as he keeps on believing.]

 "...okay." [I followed, navigating and pointing the directions until we got to the poverty area of Kyoto. It honestly didn't look so appealing or any better than the yakuza's house were. Even worse, in my opinion.

It was stinking of rotten food and meat, bodies of bullied to death street cats in every corner. Trash scattered on the walkway, blood and what was probably shit smeared on the walls. There were orphans sitting around, starved to their bones, the lifeless look in their eyes taking my breath away and making me grimace.

It was horrible to be there, and Furihata was in absolute danger, being there. There were gangsters, robbers, thieves and thugs around.] 

"Furihata, lets give it up. We need to get out of here, it's lost. We won't be losing anything of high importance if we get ourselves out of this place in the right time. Turn back."