Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Love or Hate ❯ Volume Twelve, Chapter Seventy-Eight: Fallout ( Chapter 78 )

Fallout

Shinta awoke to his phone buzzing. He mumbled as he felt around for it.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Shinta,” a nervous voice said over the phone. The vocalist narrowed his eyes.

“Kenta? What are you doing? It's one in the morning! What the hell?” he asked. There was a pause on the other line. Shinta sat up for a moment.

“Hello?” he asked.

“I'm leaving the band,” Kenta said. Shina froze.

“What?” he asked.

“I want out,” the drummer said. “I can't do this anymore.” Shinta frowned.

“Wait… what?” he asked. “You want to leave? Why?” His drummer sighed.

“This isn't fun anymore,” he said. “I… I… I want to leave. I'm so sorry.” Kenta quickly hung up. Shinta stared at his phone. It took a long time for the rage to build. He growled as he tossed the phone across the room.

“Baby?” Rumi asked next to him in the dark. “Baby, what's wrong?” She tried to reach out to him but Shinta shoved her hand away. The vocalist stood up from the bed and walked to the clothes pile in the dark.

“What's going on? Where are you going?” his little fan asked. He didn't answer. He was already dressed and out the door.

“Shinta-san!” Rumi shouted after him. The door slammed shut.

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-7:00 a.m.-

Snow and Kenta waited in the coffee shop. The drummer turned to the bassist. Neither said a word. What was there left to say? They couldn't talk to each other. Kenta lifted his chin. Too late to turn back now.

He lifted his chin when he heard the door open. Shinta stood in the doorway with a cold look on his face.

“You!” he hissed. He marched over to his bandmates. Kenta stood up.

“Why did you call us here?” he asked. “I told you I was leaving.”

“Why?” Shinta asked in a huff. Kenta put up his hands.

“I'm just tired of this,” he said. “I don't enjoy it.” His old friend shook his head.

“You can't be serious,” he said. The drummer bowed his head.

“I'm so sorry,” he said. The vocalist frowned.

“Traitor.”

“I am so sorry.”

“Shut up.”

“Shinta.”

“Shut up!”

Everyone was staring at them. Snow sat back silent. He took a sip of his coffee. Shinta's nostrils flared.

“You just want to go solo, don't you? Admit it!” he shouted.

“Shinta…” Kenta said.

“Admit it!” the vocalist shouted. “Admit it!” The drummer tried to look away.

“I knew it! Traitor!” he shouted. Kenta bowed again.

“I'm so sorry, man!” he yelped. Shinta let out a loud scream.

“Fuck you, man!” he shouted. “Don't ever talk to me again!” He looked over at Snow.

“And you?” he asked. The bassist shrugged.

“Bye,” Snow said. Shinta snorted and stormed out. And just like that, Salt was over. Kenta turned to Snow.

“Now what?” he asked. The former bassist shrugged and shook his head.

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