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Check out this companion piece to 私に薬の主人を呼んではいけない~

Link to the full story Here! 

This is the first of many side stories so I hope you enjoy them! 

“Why is that?”

Seishiro heard the small gasp as Subaru’s breath hitched, he watched as his cheeks started to heat up and he could see both fear and curiosity in those eyes again.

Subaru was definitely unique, there was no denying that.

“Because…” the kitten’s voice shook and he paused to swallow. “That had to be so painful for you…”

Seishiro nodded once but didn’t release his hold on Subaru’s face—totally baffled by why he cared about a total stranger’s pain. A stranger that, moments ago, he thought was going to hurt his own brother?

“Everybody dies. Why mourn for some woman you’ve never met?” That question seemed to stump the boy and Seishiro had no intention of letting him go until he answered.

He needed to know.

Was this child really just that purely innocent? Was he saying what he thought was expected of him? What motivated him?

“It’s the living that carry the burdens of the dead. I’m not sad about a woman I have never met… I am sad because I see a human in front of me who has lost his mother and carries the scars of that loss.” Subaru spoke as though that were the most natural thing in the world, and this time it was Seishiro who was unsure of how to respond.

Not that he carried any scars about his mother's death—he was about as detached from other humans and as heartless about it as it got. He took after his father in that regard and even though he had been younger than Fuuma when she had killed herself—he didn’t cry for her. Didn’t miss her.

She had died and that had been that.

None of that mattered when it came to this child’s answer, though—there was no way for him to know what kind of unfeeling monster Seishiro was and there was no doubt he assumed that the older man carried scars from her death.

Seishiro released his hold on Subaru and put his cigarette out in the ashtray while he collected his thoughts. Subaru was watching him with such a piercing look that he may have almost believed that the boy saw through him—but if that was the case, he would know better than to feel sadness on a monster’s behalf.

“If you spend all of your time worrying about other people’s emotional scars, you will only earn yourself more misery. Before you burn out, learn to shut your empathy off or you won't have energy for the things in life that matter.” Seishiro took a step back to give his kitten space.

He honestly hoped that Subaru didn’t actually take his advice.

Nothing would please him more than watching his kitten break. The naive kindness of the boy was beautiful, sure—but he could shatter that if he wanted to. He could shatter it into a million pieces and use those beautiful shards to paint a gorgeous nightmare.

He would give the boy time, of course—that was only fair—but he was hoping he got to pick his sweet kitten apart piece by piece until there was nothing left to ruin.