Shiori was about to open his mouth to make a snide remark when Haruka slapped him across the face. The sharp slap, although not very painful, throbbed a little. He blinked. Slowly. Obviously not sure whether to feel more shocked or insulted, he raised a hand, feeling his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" he vaguely registered Haruka saying, but was too busy gaping. He spluttered a little, but found himself unable to properly pronounce even a word.

He stood rooted there on the spot for what seemed like minutes, but slowly, his shock turned to anger (mingled with a good dose of confusion). (Obviously, the boy had never been slapped before.) Rubbing his cheek again, he blinked a few more times before realizing Haruka had left the sewers. 

[i]Probably too [b]afraid[/b][/i], he thought mockingly, [i]I bet she's gone to catch up with her little [b]friends[/b]. Probably going to fall weeping into their arms after that other person... fell into the water.[/i] Some part of Shiori still refused to admit the other boy was dead, so he avoided thinking about it too much. Maybe there had been an undercurrent that had carried him further down the sewer.

Shiori decided to made his way after Haruka, a faint snarl now tugging at his lips. "Come back here [i]Haruka[/i]," he said, voice strangely calm yet giddy at the same time, "Do you really think running away's going to make anything better? If you really give a damn about your friend, you wouldn't be leaving his body here to rot." There was now a cruel overtone in his voice he barely bothered to mask. 

He didn't know exactly what he was going to do after he caught up with her, but pushing her into the sewer along with Toby sounded extremely appealing at the moment. Haruka had insulted him, slapped him, and now she was running away like a coward? [i]How obnoxious of her,[/i] Shiori mused to himself.