“Mom,
something bad happened in Tokyo. It...” Ryu felt uncertain how much
he dared involve his parents. What can I tell her. She'll call dad
if I say too much.
His mother
must have sensed that something was awry because she put a hand on
his shoulder and looked into his eyes. “Friend in trouble and you
can't tell me all about it?”
Ryu nodded
gratefully. You're the best. “He needs me.” Ryu averted
his eyes and stared at the sliding doors to their room. On the other
side lay a corridor feeding the entrance and outdoors cars passed by,
the sound of their engines muted by two walls.
No matter how
much he loved his parents this wasn't the kind of problem high school
students were supposed to have. He couldn't possibly tell his mother
that Urufu had been involved in the death of another person, even if
indirectly.
“Is it that
bad?” The grip on his shoulder tightened. Ryu had to look back.
“Yes,” he
admitted. He didn't know what else to say.
“One day
we'll talk about this. Promise?”
“Promise.”
She would hold him to that.
“For now
you're needed elsewhere. I'll change your ticket and call father.
Good friends deserve good friends. Go and be one!”
Ryu just
nodded back. She really was the best.
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