Here's Chapter 49 with over 800 words, including:
Deep emotional tension between Akira and Kento
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Kento, still on the ground, blood dripping from both his knees, gritted his teeth and asked through clenched jaws, "What is left to say, Akira?"
Akira stood in silence for a moment. The rain outside tapped gently against the cracked window. He took a deep breath, staring down at the boy he once considered a friend — a brother.
"I just…" Akira began, his voice barely a whisper, "You're John's son. His everything. Why are you doing this?"
Kento scoffed, half-laughing, half-crying. "Don't be pathetic," he spat. "He always protected you. Even when you were clearly wrong. Even when you went off the rails. Even when you killed."
Akira flinched at the word.
"It's not his fault," Akira muttered. "It's… my grandmother's."
Kento's brows furrowed. "Your grandmother? What does she have to do with anything?"
Akira's eyes grew darker, heavy with truth. "You know about John's past, right?"
"No. He never told me anything. I only knew him after he adopted me," Kento said, confused.
Akira took a shaky breath. "My grandmother raised John. She trained him. Shaped him. Controlled him. Every scar on his body, every cold decision, every suppressed tear — it was her doing."
Kento's lips parted in disbelief.
"Wait… stop," Kento said, voice quiet. "Just stop for a moment."
"What?" Akira asked, confused.
Suddenly — CRACK!
A wooden chair slammed hard against Akira's back. He gasped in pain and collapsed. The woman who had been with Kento stood behind him, breathing heavily, the broken chair still in her hands.
Kento, stunned, shouted, "What are you doing?! Please — STOP! Forgive him!"
The girl looked at him, eyes wide and cold. "What…?"
A brief silence followed.
Then — Kento laughed.
A strange, broken, mad laugh that echoed in the empty building.
He picked up his gun from the floor.
"You're right," he said softly. "I'm tired of all of this. No more talking. No more history. Go to hell, Akira."
But as he turned to shoot —
BANG!
A bullet tore through the head of the girl beside him. She collapsed without a sound.
Kento exhaled. "I don't want any loose ends. No clues. No emotions."
He looked at Akira, blood all over his clothes, eyes wild.
"Are you ready, Akira?"
But Akira… was gone.
Kento's eyes darted around.
Then — from behind —
THWACK!
Akira punched Kento straight in the face. Kento fell, dazed, his gun slipping from his hand.
Akira picked it up and pointed it at Kento.
"I'm sorry, John…" he whispered, voice cracking. "But Kento… doesn't deserve to live."
Kento, coughing blood, looked up. "I don't have any regrets."
BANG.
The shot rang through the empty building.
The bullet tore through Kento's heart.
He gasped once.
Then whispered, "I'm sorry, Dad…"
And died.
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Scene Change – Police Station
John Toizawa sat at his desk, staring at the flickering light above him. His face was unreadable.
His phone buzzed on the desk.
Ping.
A new message.
He picked up the phone.
From Kento:
> "Dad… sorry. Bro, Akira killed my lover.
Today there are two possibilities.
Either I live. Or Akira."
John froze.
For a moment, everything was silent.
Then he threw the phone — it smashed against the wall, screen cracking, pieces flying.
His chest rose and fell with heavy, silent breaths.
His fingers curled into a fist.
He remembered something.
A memory — years ago.
Kento and he, sitting by a fire. The rare night they both drank.
John had asked him, almost playfully:
> "Who do you love the most in the world?"
Kento had laughed and replied without hesitation:
> "Isaku. My everything."
That was her name —
John clenched his jaw. His whole body trembled.
He remembered Kento's smile.
He remembered how Kento would always leave small drawings at his desk, thinking he wouldn't notice.
He remembered the time Kento tried to hide a wound, and John had carried him in the rain, barefoot, just to get him stitched in time.
He had never said it out loud.
But he loved that boy like a son.
More than he could ever admit.
But now?
Now that son was gone. Killed by the other boy he once felt bonded— Akira.
John stared at the shattered phone on the ground.
Then said under his breath:
> "I'm sorry, Mrs. Toizawa…
But I can't forgive him anymore."
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