ninety-nine balloons (part 4 x fem!reader)

25- Open The Windows

"Koichi turned up almost immediately after we left, and he said that he didn't see her in there at all. Just that Rohan needed fresh perspective on something, but I don't believe that."

Okuyasu speaks for the first time in what been nearly a quarter of an hour. "She's in there."

"I know she is, we had a whole talk-"

"You called her a thing, gross, that-"

"If I said anything different, showed any bit of 'rebellious curiosity', then he would've shut it off completely. I'm hoping that because we left when we did, theres a better chance for us since it seems we have no interest." 

There was no movement in the house that they watched from a distant view, all that could be seen is Rohan sat at his desk, head down. He's writing something, but he always is, so it's nothing new. 

But suddenly he picks his head up. At attention like a deer hearing the snap of a twig, his eyes were wide and his body seized. He didn't seem to see anything, though he felt something pulling at his soul.

At that moment his gaze met Okuyasu. His shoulders relaxed and his flown eyebrows rested back into the scowl. He smiles and waves, and for a moment the two just stare. The more Okuyasu seemed to bare his teeth the more amused Rohan would seem. After a moment he simply goes back to work like nothing.

Josuke had long stopped his rambling thoughts, as they died in the air with his friends preoccupation.

"He just saw us." Okuyasu says. It came out more as a snarl, however. 

Josuke became tense at that. "What did he do."

At this, the earlier's temper rose. "He smiled and waved."

"He's hiding something, bigger than just whatever he's doing to (Y/n). I think we should get Jotaro."

"No," Okuyasu sat the binoculars down, his hand wrinkled with dry blood as he did, "you can, but I'm not waiting anymore. I need my girlfriend back."

The sun sets as the gentle, chilling breeze of the evening sets in. Browning leaves scrape against the road in a sweep of wind, clouds streaked against the sky part for a beautiful midnight to come, and the purplish hue of the oncoming night bled into the day that was.

Josuke peeled himself from where he sat, curling his back into a stretch. He looked from Okuyasu, to the eye-like windows of that miserable house. They were drawn, but nearly every light was on inside. Some windows shown a strange, purple light in their hall.

And then he saw it. Okuyasu, so transfixed on what may occur through the one window he saw Rohans shadow behind, failed to notice the most pivotal thing. 

Had he, himself, not taken that moment to distract himself from the house giving him grief, he wouldn't have caught the red balloon in the sky.

It sat floating there above the house, a petrifying spot of singular red against a fading background, it gripped him like death. 

Okuyasu followed his silent awe, wondering about his horrified persuasion, when he, too, saw  it. It hit him and it felt like a kiss.

He's not crying yet, but he can feel despair at the back of his throat. That tight feeling in his nose and the ball his spit rolls over when he swallows.

That one, singular, little red ballon could mean everything. It could mean nothing. Both of these thoughts scared him to hell.

But it's not a moment wasted that they both take off, knees to their chest as they run, rushing. How will the balloon come down, it doesn't seem to budge. What is it there for, all it does is hover. No question mattered because all it did was confirm you were there and to some extent were alive.