This is a continuation to my old fic 'Teach Me, Senpai'. It takes place after the last side-story I did for it, 'Mending Arguments'.

Fran became bored easily, Bel had learnt over their months together. It wasn't as simple as sitting the younger male down and playing a few video games with him to keep him occupied; he required constant stimulation or else he fell into a funny mood where he would close himself off and not let anyone come near him. Bel had discovered the simplest way to keep his boyfriend busy was to get him out of the house for a while each day where he could distract himself with whatever he saw fit instead of being forced to stay inside with limited activities.

Bel was quick to pick up the signs that he would again have to send Fran outside; it always started with the boy sitting on the couch, his knees drawn up to his chest as he stared blankly around him. If the blond was quick enough to respond, a quick tap on the shoulder should be enough to snap him out of it – if he were left alone for too long, it would be harder to bring him back to reality.

"Froggy?" Bel reached out, careful not to use too much pressure as he tapped a frail shoulder. He didn't move when his lover flinched, instead waiting for Fran to look at him. "Froggy, are you alright?"

Fran blinked a few times before he nodded, confusion prominent in his eyes. "Yes, senpai..."

The blond glanced back towards the kitchen, wary of leaving his soup on the stove unsupervised. "Are you sure? Do you want to go for a walk?"

The smaller male was still for a few seconds before he nodded again, lifting himself off the couch slowly. "Okay..."

Bel went back to the kitchen, turning the stove off. He moved the pot onto a cool broiler before he left the room again, walking into the dining room. He found his young lover grabbing the dog leash from the cupboard against the far wall, following the boy towards the sliding glass door and eventually into the backyard.

"Where are you going to go today, Froggy?" Bel was always careful to make sure he knew what Fran was planning; if something happened, he wanted to be able to get there as fast as he could, after all.

Fran leant down as his dog approached him, clipping the leash onto the purple collar. He shrugged. "Maybe down to the river, senpai... Mamoru can have a swim while we're there..."

"Alright, Froggy; just be careful, alright?" Bel closed the distance between them, kissing his lover on the forehead. "How long will you be?"

Fran blinked, as if he really hadn't thought that far ahead. "...Dunno... Maybe an hour or two..."

Bel sighed, knowing Fran wasn't in the most coherent headspace right now. "Okay. Do you have your phone on you?"

"Yeah." Fran pulled away as the older male reached out to touch him, diverting his gaze to the ground. "...I'll be back soon, senpai..."

"Be safe." Bel stood where he was, watching Fran move to the side gate in order to leave the property. He would have loved to go with the younger and make sure he was alright, but he was in the middle of cooking their lunch, and he wanted Fran's tummy to be filled the second he came back home instead of having to wait.

Sometimes Fran really worried the blond.


The aforementioned river wasn't far from Fran's home; it was a ten minute walk, and Mamoru always kept him company on their journeys together. The German shepherd was a loyal pet, and the boy didn't know what he'd have done without the pup by his side.

"Alright, Mamoru... Let's cross." Teal eyes had looked both ways before their owner crossed the road, the pup following obediently by his side. "Think anyone else will be down here today?"

Fran always came down to the river, sometimes with Bel and sometimes without. It was somewhere quiet for him where he could be by himself and just think about things without the stress of having to deal with other people. He always went off the cement walking path and down into the bush, treading through dirt so that he could make his way down to the riverbed. Not many people strayed off the path, so it was rare that he was bothered by anyone else down here.

"Want to play fetch?" Fran picked up a stick, waving it in the air for the puppy to see. He felt his mind start to clear as Mamoru barked and wagged his tail happily, bowing down on his front paws as he jumped around excitedly. "Alright, then... Fetch, Mamoru."

Tossing the stick into the water, Fran watched as his pet jumped in, swimming out to get it. He braced himself once the animal had come back onto land, having never liked getting wet whenever the dog shook himself dry; Mamoru was long-haired, and it seemed he always picked up more water than one would think possible.

"Mamoru..." Fran sighed as he wiped the droplets from his face, having never been able to stay angry with his beloved pet. "Again?"

Mamoru panted in excitement as he waited for the stick to be tossed again. He dived straight back into the water once it was thrown, swimming around for a while longer as he searched for where it had landed.

The boy sat down on the dirt as he waited for the animal to come back. He picked at the grass beside him absentmindedly, listening to the birds chirping away in the trees above them. He turned when he heard footsteps coming down the trail, expecting it to just be another bushwalker, so he was surprised when someone dressed far too fancily for this kind of terrain approached him.

Getting back to his feet, Fran put distance between them, stopping only when he felt shallow water beneath his feet. "Can I help you?"

"Yes, you can." The man smiled, brushing dirt off the black slacks he wore. The matching jacket gave Fran the impression he was dealing with a business man – but why would one come all the way out here, dressed like this? "I'm looking for someone, actually. Maybe you know of him?"

Fran blinked, remaining silent. He heard Mamoru's approach, turning to find the dog swimming back to shore with the stick in his mouth.

"See, he went missing quite a few years ago, but I heard he's in this general area." Dark eyes shone brightly as they regarded Fran, narrowing once they noticed the wet dog bringing the stick over to him. "He was... Get away from me, you stupid mutt!"

Fran's eyes widened as he watched the stranger punch his dog in the head, a gasp escaping his lips. He tensed at the pup's yelp, not blaming the animal for dropping the stick to the ground and then putting his tail between his legs as he ran over to the side, watching warily over his shoulder as if he expected the man to chase after him.

"Don't hit my dog!" Fran demanded, greatly angered by such treatment towards the sweet puppy. "Leave me alone, or I'm calling the police!"

Fran stumbled backwards as the other suddenly lunged at him, falling in the water. He winced, knowing his phone was in his pocket and most likely submerged – he hoped with all his being it would still work and that he could get away from this attack.

"Get off me!" Fran shouted, trying to push the other away. "Get off!"

The struggling stopped once the loud barking filled the air, the German shepherd snarling as he ran at the two with his teeth bared. He latched onto the man's arm as he snarled, turning his head side-to-side.

"Stupid thing!" The stranger reached out, grabbing the stick Mamoru had dropped previously. He whacked it down on the animal's head hard enough for blood to start falling to the ground, but it wasn't until the seventh whack did Mamoru finally let go, yelps once again sounding. "Fucking mongrel!"

Fran, who had been trapped beneath the other, brought a hand to his mouth as he watched a revolver being pulled from those expensive pants and aimed at his dog. He felt tears slide down his cheeks at the deafening bang, unable to stomach hearing the agonised keens of his pet as Mamoru staggered away, blood trailing behind him.

The boy was silent as the revolver was turned to him next, the tears slipping down his cheeks and onto the surface of the water beneath him.

"Finally found you again... Fran..." A twisted smirk crossed the man's face as he raised the revolver, bringing it down hard against the boy's head.

Fran whimpered at a sudden explosion of pain, the feeling of blood dribbling down his face, and then it all went black.