The room where Aimi Kosaka lives with her mother seems to be on the seventh floor, the top floor. He borrowed a key from the janitor, and decided to go there with Aimi.
Incidentally, for some reason, Shion also came along.
“Eeh. …… Is that some kind of public abuse?”
When he told her about the series of events, Shion also seemed to be taken aback. Since the mother had hit the child in front of other people’s eyes, it was no wonder that she was so disgusted by the incident.
“When I’m being a bad girl, my mother will be like that.”
Aimi slumped down apologetically.
Sousuke and Shion looked at each other. There was nothing he could say to her. While chattering away, they arrived at room 707 on the seventh floor.
He opened the door with the key that he borrowed from the janitor and went inside.
“What’s this smell ……”
Drifting from the back of the house was the smell of cigarettes and garbage. The hallway was littered with plastic bags and food sacks.
“Am I in the right place?”
Sousuke asked her with a drawl, and Aimi nodded and took off her shoes. Sousuke followed her into a large room that looked like a living room. Again, garbage bags, kitchen scraps, scissors, cutters, etc. were scattered around the room.
“Here it is.”
Aimi held a stuffed rabbit that was on the sofa.
Fortunately, she found what she was looking for quickly.
“Hey, hey, There’s a whole new level of not cleaning, huh?”
This mess is morbid. The mother’s state of mind is known.
Aimi came back to Sousuke’s side.
“Usagi-san (bunny), now that you’ve been found, let’s go back to Sou-chan’s house, shall we?”
Sousuke was relieved that she didn’t say she wanted to stay here.
“Oi, what happened to Kayami?”
The sliding door next to the kitchen opened, and out stepped a stubbly-bearded man in a sweatshirt, probably in his thirties.
As soon as he saw the three of them, he clicked his tongue in a grumpy manner.
“Who the hell are you guys?”
Aimi shuddered at the sound of his dusky voice and hid behind Shion.
“Oi, Aimi. Where’s Kayami?”
Aimi shook her head with a blue face. She seemed to know him, but he didn’t make a good impression on Aimi.
“I’m sorry for coming up here without permission. Are you Aimi’s father?”
His guess is that Kayami is that mother.
“I don’t give a damn. Aimi, come here. I don’t know what it is, but you guys go home.”
It was probably her mother’s boyfriend or a relative. Or maybe he just happened to be here.
It was Aimi who muttered that.
“I don’t want it to be hurt.”
Aimi’s face, clinging to Shion’s waist, was surprisingly tinged with fear. It was as if she had seen the end of the world. It was an unusual fright.
Sousuke stood in front of Shion.
” Is it possible that you have raised your hand against Aimi? She seems to be afraid of you.”
“Aimi told you that? It’s just training and discipline.”
Sousuke looked at Aimi.
“What did he do to you? You can tell me.”
“…… head, bam. Foot, kicked in my stomach with his foot.”
The poet seems to be in raptures. It seems that abuse was routinely carried out in this place.
“Shio, There’s still a policeman and a janitor on the first floor, call them.
Sousuke whispered this and walked up to the man.
“Do you know what discipline means? What you are doing is just violence.”
“What the hell you little… Big deal. What’s your point?”
“I don’t know what kind of relationship you have with Aimi, but I’m saying that people who hit children are scum.”
At that moment, an impact was felt on his left cheek. A floating sensation, a stabbing pain and a slight feeling of heat, and he found himself plunged into a pile of garbage bags. It was as if he had been punched out in that split second.
Sousuke managed to sit up at the sound of Shion’s voice, which sounded like a scream.
“A-Are you okay?”
Sanosuke’s shoulder was propped up. There is a dull pain in the cheek where he was hit, and a slight pain in the side of his head where he may have hit his head.
“! Y-You’re bleeding.”
Blood was flowing from Sousuke’s second arm to his hand.
“Oi, you better watch your mouth, you little brat.”
Slowly, the man approached.
“I told you the truth…did I hit the nail on the head?”
Sousuke said with a laugh, and the man’s eyebrows twitched.
“You still got that mouth working, huh?
“If you hit anyone, they’ll shut up, right? Violence is the answer, I see?”
The man stopped.
“You can try to kill me right here if you want. You seem angry, and I think you’re getting ready to do it.”
Sousuke stood up.
“You may do it. If it will allow Aimi-chan to escape from the violence of discipline and throw you in jail, I don’t care. You can’t get away with a spontaneous murder, and it is absolutely impossible to fool the police with your head. If you want to be a murderer, be my guest.”
The man turns his murderous eyes on Sousuke.
“Wait, ah, eh, ah……”
Shion tries to stop Sousuke, but she can’t seem to think of the right words to say.
“So you say that, huh? You really want to die.”
“I don’t really want to die, but you do want to kill me, don’t you?”
“Look, why don’t you give it a try? You want to see me suffer from being beaten, don’t you? And all you have is violence, right? You don’t seem to be very good at using your head, or rather, you seem stupid.”
Having been told what he is about to do and agitated, the man seems to be stuck. He was thoroughly insulted for committing violence. If he took that action, he would lose.
In the meantime, the policeman ran into the living room. He immediately runs to Sousuke.
“……! Are you okay?!”
He looked at the flowing blood and turned his gaze to the man.
“What did he do? Did he cut you?”
Then it was just a moment. Even though he works at the police station, he’s still a cop. He twisted the man’s arm up from a back throw, and then he wrestled the man to the floor.
“You are under arrest.”
The officer mercilessly fitted the man’s wrists with handcuffs.
The tension in the place relaxed.
Shion sat down on the floor squishily.
“Itsutsu (pain sound), as expected, I think I overdid it.”
Sousuke looked at the wound and then held it with the handkerchief he was holding.
“Sousuke-kun, does it hurt?”
Aimi looked up at him anxiously.
Kanasuke smiled and said
“Shio, take Aimi to my house for a while. I don’t want her to stay here too long.”
“G-Got it! I’ll get the first aid kit, so don’t move.”
When Shion and Aimi left, the policeman handcuffed the man to a post.
He takes out a walkie-talkie.
He seems to be calling for backup.
“Oi, you, tell me your name.”
The man looked at him.
“No, why? Are you planning to come back later for revenge?”
Sousuke said with a dumbfounded look on his face.
“Yeah, that’s right. I’m going to kill you.”
“I wouldn’t tell you my name if you were going to kill me”
“……… how can you be so skinny, Otaku looking and have the guts to do that?” Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“That’s rude. Before I said I wasn’t afraid, I was disgusted. I couldn’t forgive you for doing such a terrible thing to Aimi, who was so small and couldn’t do anything yet.”
“……She called you Sousuke or something.”
He really wants to know his name.
“I’m going to leave a will to the people around me that you might kill me. Whenever you want to be a murderer, go ahead.”
Sousuke clears his throat.
“My name is Sousuke Sugaya.”