Kasamatsu snorted. That much of an uproar over Kise? It certainly was plausible, but he seriously doubted that there would be news coverage solely dedicated to it. Besides, the tones of the reporters sent a spike of fear through the captain, and not only that but words like URGENTĀ andĀ WARNINGĀ were flashing across the screen. How could something like that be ignored? He picked up the glass and took a small sip of the water. āI think Iāll just take a peek out into the hall,ā he said. āItās quiet out there, things should be fine. I just want to make sure.ā There was no use trying to hide the fact that the situation was making him anxious; checking the hall would put his nerves to rest for the time being. Kasamatsu stood up and ventured toward the door, quietly twisting the knob and pushing it open. At first he listening, hearing a light and muffled scuffled noise that prompted him to carefully stick his head out to see what it was. Down at the end, by the window, was a figure standing somewhat hunched over. They had blond hair and Kasamatsu immediately recognized the person; he was always able to pick out Kaijouās ace from anywhere.
āKise!ā He called out, trying to keep his voice down. Kise didnāt move. āWhat are you doing here? Hey, Kise, cāmon, thereās something fishy going on out there, you should get in here.ā The modelās head slowly started to turn but stopped, his attention still focused on the window. Kasamatsu opened the door a little further and took a step out. āGet your scrawny ass over hereāā
A snarling howl exploded from Kise and his head snapped around. The sound startled Kasamatsu, but what was more terrifying was the aceās face: one eye missing, hideously dry skin flaking, peeling, and strips of flesh were literally draping down and falling. A section of his neck was missing and the front of his shirt was stained with thick, tar-like blood while slick maroon droplets flowed down his chin. Obviously fresh red was splattered across the other half of his shirt.
The screech sounded again and Kise threw himself in the direction of the open door, hands flailing and scraping at the floor like clawed paws as he stumbled, propelling forward as fast as he physically could. He closed the distance unbelievably quick and all the color drained from Kasamatsuās face; Kise lunged, arms stretched out, and the captain yanked the door to close, discovering immediately that he hadnāt acted quick enough. Kiseās rotting arm was caught between the door and the frame, curled fingers clawing at the air as he tried to get the living boy.
Kasamatsu used every bit of his strength to keep pulling on the door knob, swearing loudly and even putting one foot against the frame to give himself more leverage. Through the opening he could see the gnarled and mangled face of their friend and hear the savage, primitive howls and cries. Kasamatsu panicked. āShitāshitāAomineā!ā
