Turns out, Sebas was much more persistent than Kenjirou thought and much more suspicious as well. He couldn't stop asking for a date, shamelessly, one might add, so when he was already on the four hundred ninety-seventh plea in the second week, Kenjirou still had no intentions to agree. Except there came a time when he had no choice but to agree, once shit suddenly hit the fan, and left him literally wanting to die.

The pain he felt was unbearable and utterly regurgitation-inducing. He had been in the cafeteria getting a snack, the time being roughly around dinner time but he wasn't in the mood of eating a solid meal. That's when shit the fan.

"Kenjirou! Kenjirou!" Tsutomu frantically yelled, his bag around his shoulder in preparation to go home, yet tears streamed down his face heavily. Snot threatened to fall out and his eyes were red as hell. He looked like shit. Rapid-fire Japanese came out of his mouth and although that was Kenjirou's Mother tongue, he understood not a thing. Not with the way he gasped and hiccupped between each syllable.

"Woah, woah, slow down. Try again."

"Your pa-parents are dead!" Tsutomu wailed, collapsing against Kenjirou as he froze and felt his nose burn. "The authorities w-were trying to call you but yo-you didn't answer so they called me! They've been dead for a week!"

"How?! I spoke to them two days ago!" Kenjirou stated, mind attempting to wrap around the situation as he absentmindedly wrapped his arms around Tsutomu, tears pooling out his eyes silently, nearly out of instinct.

"They said their murderer set- set the phone to answer questions like a- a normal conversation and prerecorded voice notes. I don't know h-how it was done but it worked until someone realized the answers didn't match their questions and checked on- on them."

Kenjirou could understand Tsutomu's pain. Tsutomu didn't have parents and Kenjirou, who was the only child as well as had rich parents, took him in and sponsored his studies. He never despised Tsutomu because of that but instead because he was an annoying little shit. But as they stood there crying together, Kenjirou allowed his annoyance to melt away as he hugged his little 'brother' with all the pain in his heart.

"Why? Why them?" Kenjirou cried. "What did I do? Or What did they do?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Tsutomu whispered, so much pain in his shaky voice that it made the copper-haired want to collapse on the floor in an undignified heap and be escorted on an emergency stretcher bed. Tsutomu seemed to be the most affected, shivering and letting out strangled cries and breaths.

It was going to be a long night and Kenjirou wasn't ready.

Word travelled that the two foreign Doctors had had a breakdown and word travelled about the deaths. Tsutomu must have been the one talking because hell knew Kenjirou would rather eat dirt than talk.

"I heard about your parents. I feel so, so bad for you. Something similar happened to my own parents," Sebas consoled, gently patting Kenjirou's shoulder two days after the news.

His eyes were still red and his mood was still gloomy but he was holding up quite nicely, unlike Tsutomu, who must have been going through so much after losing not only his real parents but now his adoptive parents.

"Sad."

"I know,” Sebas whispered dumbly. He peered closely at Kenjirou, trying to figure out a way to make him feel even the slightest bit better. Kenjirou seemed hard to please which made it all the more difficult but Sebas figured he could manage. “I can take you out to make you feel better. Promise it isn't a romantic date but as a friend wishing you an easy mourning."

And because Kenjirou was in a state of misery, he nodded sadly but agreeing with the simple action made him think of Eita staring at him with concern and he swallowed.

One date would be fine. It’s not like he would fall in love or anything.

"Okay."

._._.

Wig in place, casual wear, and the most sour expression ever, Kenjirou was ready for his date. Fuck Sebas because frankly, he took advantage of his disassociated mind and because of that, Kenjirou really didn’t try to look his best. No use trying to spice up his life if he didn’t want to be there in the first place.

And like the absolute worst date ever, Sebas never sent the location until the last second and expected him to get to their date location alone. That would’ve been completely fine except Kenjirou not only despised Sebas but also didn’t actually want to go in the first place. He’d take any form of ‘bad’ treatment and use it against him for reference incase he tried pulling anything in the future. It would be a tiring night.

Surprisingly, it started out okay with Sebastian taking him to a high-end restaurant and getting them a private room. That alone was impressive and being in the mighty country of Mexico, it was even more impressive of an action. He hated to admit it but the start and the greeting of Sebas' insistent date was startling to Kenjirou who, although still wanted to leave, was finding it delightful. And as Sebas kept making jokes and telling stories over their food, Kenjirou couldn't help but to relax, forget about his struggles, smile every now and then, and although Sebas kept staring funnily at his wig yet not commenting, Kenjirou thought he was having fun.

Thoughts of Eita's brown eyes staring at him in concern melted away and just as dessert was being served, Kenjirou's calm flew out the window and left him with shaky hands.

"Good night, I have brought your dessert of Tres Leches, enjoy."

Kenjirou smiled at the waiter as he set the cake down but the second that he noticed the eyes, his smile faltered. Those eyes. Why the hell was Semi Eita his waiter and why the hell was this criminal so adorable in a uniform and beret?

"Thanks," Kenjirou muttered, not looking into the eyes that he knew were staring him down but he sure did stare at the tattoo on his thumb that symbolized the day that they met. His long white sleeves did wonders in hiding his tattoos but Kenjirou couldn't help but to stare at his arms as if they were visible.

"Call me if you need anything. And I mean anything," Eita said pointedly, looking at Kenjirou who finally looked into his eyes.

The entire exchange was unsettling but even then, a small forced smile was mustered.

"I don't like him," Sebas announced the moment Eita exited the room. "He doesn't seem like a good person."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I can't explain it but believe me."

Except Kenjirou couldn't believe him and he couldn't actually say that out loud. He simply pretended to agree with a nod of the head. As his gaze lingered on the closed door for a second, he finally focused on his Tres Leches and was delighted to spot sprinkles. He delighted in sprinkles but as he ate his fourth single sprinkle, he felt his tongue grow a bit heavy and leaded but ignored it, starting on his cake.

"I feel dizzy," Kenjirou suddenly announced, settling down his fork with wide eyes before he even managed to take a bit of his cake.

"Drink some water," Sebas stated, alarm on his face. "You aren't lactose intolerant, are you?"

"No, no, you don't understand! This is another type of dizzy!"

Out of literally nowhere, Sebas pulled out a capped injection from his pocket, clear liquid in it, grabbing Kenjirou's arm.

"Here! I have medicine! I get motion sickness so I always carry one around!"

Kenjirou stuck his arm out in preparation to accept but as he noticed the sparkle of joy in Sebas' eyes contrasting against his face of worry, Kenjirou pulled back.

"No! What is that?! It looks thick!" Kenjirou panicked, his arm being pulled back to Sebas aggressively.

"Medicine! It's one we use in Sonora. I swear!"

The concern morphed into anger and right as Kenjirou was about to fall over in dizziness, a quiet click sounded and the grip on his arm loosened. He was almost scared to look, fearing that if he focused his eyes, he’d see some form of monstrosity in his arm although he felt nothing and the loosened hold was questionable. Only did he look when he heard a familiar voice.

"Quick! Let's go!" Eita yelled, pocketing a handgun as he pulled at the now shocked male on the seat.

His vision still swam and Kenjirou couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or if there was a hole in Sebas' head and he was dead. Oh. So that's how those murders in front of his house happened. Silent gun. OH FUCK?! SEBAS HAD A HOLE IN HIS HEAD?!

"Eita? Wh-what? Why? EITA?!"

"He was trying to kill you. Your cake sprinkles were drugs. I didn't bring you any. The syringe probably had Muriatic Acid with some other shit to give you a slow and painful death. That's the fucked up things they do in Sonora," Eita quickly explained, alternating between Spanish and Japanese because it was easier to speak in whatever flow he wanted.

"How the hell do you know that? Huh?! Eita don't do this to me!" Kenjirou just about cried, swallowing a mouthful of water as he tried to not go hysterical.

"Listen, Bub, his real name is Rafael. Not fucking Sebas or whatever he said and look at this." With a quick slice of the dead man's shirt with the steak knife on the table, Eita ripped his shirt to reveal a massive gun tattooed on his side. One of the Cartel's symbols. "He was out for blood. Specifically, yours so let's go now."

"Eita, you killed him. You just-"

"Shut the fuck up and let's go," Eita snapped, grabbing Kenjirou and throwing him over his shoulder. "He would've killed you anyways so I killed him first, damn it! This is the first one I actually physically killed for you!"

Kenjirou felt tears build up at the idea of everything, simply allowing himself to get whisked down private halls and sit down momentarily on a bathroom countertop so Eita could get his original clothes back from a knocked-out waiter before escaping through an emergency door. Life couldn't get any worse.