InsaneJournal

Paradise had been warm - Iburi's summer had reflected itself in Keiichi's mind, causing Kou to think that it was because winter saw more discontent, which was something Keiichi's shadow smashed with ridiculous names as much as water pumps, pepper spray and then live ammunition. A few people passed by in the window, but the mobile phones and palmpads kept his attention and distracted it from thinking about Paradise. Routinely he would find this spot after each visit and convince himself time had stopped as he stared through the glass. He would not have to worry about returning, nor how close they often came to their end.

He looked at a touchscreen and wondered if they had it in black. Occasionally he would move away to the window next door, flipping open his phone and rubbing gently at its crystal screen, cycling through his messages that all came from the same few people.

Paradise was something they needed to be careful about. He was struggling to imagine why they were not going to the heart of the matter and seemed to be waiting for whoever disappeared next. He was alikening it to cancer and - well, he was imagining his mother lying on the hospital bed and looking ill which he thought was at least the reason he kept his sensibilities. He paused for a moment, and then thought he had a lot he owed her, in a way.

He half-bowed his head, folded his arms across his chest, glanced up at the window and then back down again.