Irouma Oneshots (REQUESTS OPEN!!!)

idk again, really fucked up but we're adding more

Same story but changed a little.

TW:
gore
violence
drug use
stabbing
murder
corpses
blood
self harm
manipulation
cannibalism
substance abuse
knives
guns
fear
slut shamming
prostitution
mention of body shaming
mention of rape
sexual assault
Homophobia
Pedophilia
Suicide
Dead cats
Animal abuse
Abuse
Incest (kind of)

Kokichi's POV.

I stared down at the decapitated cat. It was mine. I had just gotten home from school when I saw it lying like this. Bubbles was a good cat. She had black fur and white paws along with blue eyes.

I looked inside my house, or, what I call my house. I didn't consider it home. Not anymore. I walked inside to see my mother, blood on her face. "Hey brat!" She shouted as she walked up to me, "I saved some of the bastard's limbs for supper tonight." I nodded. My mother had killed our father out of pure rage since he abused us. Or well, her. She didn't give a damn about me. She didn't even help when she watched my dad.. nevermind. All I wanna remember is that she called me a faggot. She still have the crazed yet loving look in her eyes as that night. She shot my father straight through the head. "Mom.." I whispered. "What?" She asked.

"Why did you do this? " I asked. She sat the knife down and turned to face me. "Because I hated him, obviously. I guess I did your stupid little ass a favor by doing it though. " I nodded and took my shoes off then sat my backpack down.

"The cat's dead." I said.

"Hm.. well, maybe we can burry her in the yard."

"Yes ma'am." I knew she killed her. She didn't sound surprised one bit.

I looked to the side of the counter and saw a pack of meth and cigarettes, as well as some alcohol. I grabbed the bottle of beer and walked up to my room. I chugged some of the drink before grabbing the knife from my dresser and making some more cuts along my wrists and legs. I want to die, but I need to be there for Miu.

Miu's POV.

My mom was throwing a tantrum again. She slapped me across the face and grabbed me by the collar.

"Dammit you slut! Do you know how much blood and sweat it took to raise you and you repay me like this!?"

She found out I was sleeping with men for cash. I was doing it because we were low on money and needed to pay rent.

My mom grabbed a knife and threw it into my shoulder, causing me to scream. "Get out of this house!" She screamed. I did exactly what she wanted. I ran. I ran out of the house toward's Kokichi's. As I ran there I felt someone grab me. "Hey cutie~" a male voice said. I pushed him off me right as be grabbed my tit and smacked him. "What the hell!?" I shouted before continuing to run.

I knocked on the door after stepping over his cat's...body?

Kokichi's mom, Mrs. Ouma, opened the door and clapped her hands. "Miu! What a pleasant surprise! Why are you here? You look like you've gotten fatter." She said. "My mom kicked me out." I said. I heard her whisper, " heh what a slut" under her breath. She gave me a sort of sympathetic look that was fake and moved to the side. "Come in! Stay as long as you'd like, I have enough supper for all three of us!" I thanked her and walked inside. I took my shoes off and walked up towards Kokichi's room and knocked on the door.

When I did I heard something slam shut and the door opened. "Hey Miu, what're you doing here?" He asked.

"I'll tell you later, but my mom kicked me out."  He nodded. "Come in, I've got beer and vodka." He said. I chuckled and walked in. He handed me the vodka and took the beer for himself.

"So what happened?" He asked. "I.. I prostituted myself for the money.." I responded, barely above a whisper. He didn't say anything just pulled me into a hug. "Promise you'll be careful? You always take extreme measures when it comes to helping you mom. She doesn't give a shit about you." I nodded.

"I know.. but I can't just leave her! She had me at sixteen. She gave up her life for me. I feel like I need to repay her.." he huffed and drank some of his beer.

"I hear you.. kinda.." he said. I raised an eye brow. "What do you mean?" I asked. "My mom sorta.. killed my dad." He said. Immediately both my eyebrows were raised. " Why!? " I shouted.

" He was abusive and my mom had enough of it. She didn't care that he did anything to me or even that he raped me.. If you look long enough you can see that crazed look in her eye.. she's full of despair. "

I nodded and looked at him with sad eyes. I chugged the little bit of vodka I had and sat the bottle on the rotten wooded floor. "You think I should get tested for STDs?" I asked. "Definitely," Kokichi said, "and you need a different job." I nodded.

"Kid's dinner!" Mrs. Ouma's mom shouted. "We should go. Let's talk about this later." Kokichi said. I shrugged and we headed toward the dining room, Kokichi looking nervous.

We are in silence for a while. "This is actually really good. What is it?" I asked. Mrs. Ouma smiled while Kokichi looked down. He didn't even touch his food. Then it came to me.

"O-Oh.." I said. "Mhm!" Mrs. Ouma hummed. "I- ill be right back!" I said quickly before running to the bathroom and throwing up. I just ate a fucking person! I let out a small gag again and heard footsteps coming into the bathroom then a hand on my back. "You okay?" Kokichi asked. I shook my head. "How do you live with this!?" I shouted.

"I could ask you the same thing."

We sat there for a moment, me throwing up and him comforting me. "I wanna die.." I said. "Me too.." we looked at each other for a moment and before we knew it, we were on a building. We held each other's hand as we looked down.

"On the count of three." I said. Kokichi nodded. "One.. two.." we stood there in silence for a few seconds too long. "Three!" And just like that. We jumped. Everything was over. We felt our worried melt away. Our pain pouring from our pours until there was none left. We hit the ground, out hands still intertwined. I could tell we were both thinking the same thing. 'I love you.'