[Not a request, just something I've really been wanting to write]
So I have a bunch of requests and routes and part 2's for stories, and all I really just want to do is create some one-shots from my own mind since that's where I get most of my inspiration.
I'll be back to the routes and requests later :)
Thanks for understanding!
[Word Count:]
(5500+)
{An apology for my long disappearance}
[Introduction]
Y/N's POV
'You can't love me.'
I gave him the message without speaking a word. Not like I could, anyways.
'Why?'
'I'm not staying here for long.' I responded, staring deeply into his bright magenta eyes.
He nodded in understanding.
'Okay, Y/N. I promise I won't.'
'As the same with me.'
[Present Time]
Y/N's POV
I couldn't speak a single word nor hear of anyone's voice. At least I still had the gift of sight...
Instead of trying to speak the words that I couldn't hear, I expressed them through pencil and paper as a writer. Writing has given me my talent, and that's why I'm stuck in this wretched hell.
Day by day, I go by, wandering aimlessly in the facility I was trapped in. If it weren't for a certain girl, I wouldn't have known what was going on.
Luckily, she knew sign language, too.
'Hello, I'm Kaede Akammtsu. Ultimate Pianist.'
'Y/N L/N. Ultimate Author.'
She nodded happily, glad that I understood her.
I noticed that someone was beside her, and her lips moved, but I heard nothing. Sometimes, I longed to hear a voice or even the wind, but that wish was far away.
The girl next to Kaede didn't know sign language since Kaede had to translate it to me.
'This is Tenko Chabashira. She is the Ultimate Aikido Master.'
I nodded and politely stuck my hand out.
Tenko took it and firmly shook it, a bright smile on her face.
Her lips moved too as if she thought I could hear her if she spoke loud enough.
Kaede quickly stopped her mid-sentence by grabbing her arm and shaking her head. She then shot me a message.
'I'm sorry about that. She can be a bit dense and a male-hater, but you'll grow to love her; I promise.'
I nodded once again and left to go to my dorm.
All the events of that morning made me dizzy, knowing that blood was going to be shed soon. I wonder who the first victim will be?
My mind drifted off and thought of Kaede. If she got killed, no one would be able to understand me, and I'll get killed off since I'd be as good as useless, too.
Dark thoughts clouded my mind when I entered in the dorm. Three people were there.
Two males, one female.
The girl was wearing a large, black, witch-like hat with red hair peeking out from underneath. She looked uninterested and dead inside.
Compared to one of the other males, she was quite short.
One of the boys had long hair down to his ass, and a mask covered the lower portion of his face. His eyes were piercing, and he was emitting off a weird aura. I'd better raise my guard around him.
The last person in that room was also short, but still a tad bit taller than me. Just a tad. His hair was a purplish hue, and they matched his eyes. A mischievous look adorned his face, and I could feel chills creep up my spine.
'What a weird kid...'
Not wanting to face an awkward encounter with anyone here without my translator, I briskly tried to walk past them.
Before I could, a hand grabbed my arm.
I turned around, my eyes meeting magenta ones.
Once again, his lips started to contort into weird shapes, something that I couldn't do. I could only stare at him as he tried to get his message through me.
Kokichi's POV
Another person!
Just as I finished talking to Himiko, the doors to the dorm lobby opened, and a girl with H/C hair walked in. Her eyes were staring down at the floor though she would look up occasionally.
"Hey!" I shouted towards her, cupping a hand over my mouth to carry the sound further.
No response.
'Did she not hear me?'
"HEY, YOU!" I shouted louder this time but with both my hands cupped around my mouth.
"Shh! Be quiet!" Himiko pouted, angry at my loud voice.
I simply rolled my eyes.
Before I had the chance to scream again, she started walking really fast.
Not letting the opportunity of making another friend go, I grabbed her arm.
"Hello? Is anyone in there?" I asked.
She stared directly at me, her lips unmoving.
"You do realize I'm talking to you, right?"
She just kept staring.
Perplexed, I tried something new. "Hola, bebé. Me llamo Mr. Suck. ¿Y tú?"
No reply.
"WHAT LANGUAGE DO YOU SPEAK?!" I yelled, letting go of her arm.
She tilted her head to the side a bit before pinching her nostrils closed. She pointed towards my mouth.
Embarrassed, I grabbed the mint I got from Kiibo before and plopped it in my mouth.
"Better?"
She hesitated before nodding.
'She understood?'
Before I could question her any further, she walked up the stairs.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" I yelled.
She didn't even acknowledge that I spoke.
"Whatever. I'll catch her tomorrow." I said to myself before turning back to Kiyo. "Anyways, so about Kiibo's nonexistent robo-dick--"
Y/N's POV
I closed the door to my room and let out a shaky breath. It was scary.
It felt as if I was under pressure like I needed to say something. I don't ever want to be stuck in a situation like that ever again.
As I sat with my back against the door, I felt it vibrate.
'Was someone knocking on it?'
Slowly, I stood back up and opened the door a creak to see the purple-haired male, who was in the lobby, standing there, a small smile on his face.
I could only read his lips once, and that's when he asked if his breath smelled better.
My eyes tried to say "What?", but I guess he couldn't understand what I was trying to send him.
I opened the door a bit wider to see Kaede standing at the door of her dorm, ready to get in.
Before the mysterious boy could try to get me to speak any longer, I sprinted across the building to catch her.
She turned around and acknowledged me before I even reached her. I guess she noticed the sound of my feet pounding against the tiled floors.
'What is wrong?' She gestured.
'Help. Please explain my situation to him.' I pointed down the path I had previously ran on which lead to the male.
Kaede rolled her eyes once she saw who it was.
'That's just Kokichi Ouma, the Ultimate Dictator. A real liar if I'd ever known one.'
My eyes then traveled back to "Kokichi".
He was near us now.
Out of breath and breathing heavily even though my dorm was about forty feet away from Kaede's, Kokichi had a goofy yet mischievous grin before his lips started to form words that I could not understand.
Luckily, Kaede translated what he said so that I could follow along.
'There you are! I was trying to talk to you.' Ouma spoke silently.
Kaede responded to him while speaking in sign language at the same time.
'Kokichi, please back up.'
'Why? Why are you doing some weird things with your hands?'
'Sign language.'
'Huh? Sign language? Why?'
At that, I rolled my eyes. Wasn't it obvious?
A girl didn't respond whenever you shouted nor talked when she saw your lips moving. She just waved her hands around and wrote words down on paper to communicate. Keeping a special little notebook to write my thoughts in really helped.
'She's deaf, Kokichi.'
When she informed him of my hearing loss, I could feel some emotions flood over me. It was just really a wake up call that I'll need Kaede around me at all times. Passing around notes to strangers just seems... strange.
Feeling the rush of my feelings overwhelm me, I left in the middle of Ouma's and Akamatsu's conversation to finally go into my room.
Once I reopened the door, I flung myself on the bed, my face sinking into the mattress. Warm tears wet the bedsheets as I clung to it, leaving deep fingernail marks in the palm of my hands.
Kokichi's POV
"She's deaf, Kokichi."
My eyes immediately widened.
She wasn't ignoring me... instead, she couldn't hear me.
"Oh..." I mumbled, staring a bit blankly at the blonde. "So how can I communicate with her if she can't hear me?"
Kaede's hand slapped her forehead. "Did you not just listen to me? I said she and I use sign language. If you don't want to learn that, maybe you can just write notes. She'll understand that."
I nodded, deciding to try and communicate with her. "Oh, what's her name?"
"Ah, it's Y/N L/N, the Ultimate Author. She already knows your name, so if you can, you can introduce her to the rest." She smiled, her pale face showing a light shade of pink on her cheeks.
I grinned widely, trying to hide the mischief in my next words. "Leave her to me. Nihihi~"
Y/N's POV
As I lay on my bed, wallowing myself in pity, I felt someone shake me by my shoulders. Slowly, my head lifted up to meet purple eyes.
My tear-glazed eyes landed on the piece of paper he held in front of me along with a pen in his other hand.
'What?'
I read over the note carefully and felt all the stress start to vaporize.
'Hey, I'm sorry for being a bit mean. Wanna be friends?'
I felt a bit of laughter well within me. Gladly, I took the pen and wrote underneath his handwriting.
'What kind of chicken scratch is that?'
After adding the dot on the question mark, his face lit up to a fine shade of vermillion. Embarrassed, he took the pen back and scribbled once again on the paper.
'You're so mean, Y/N!'
We exchanged pens once again.
'I'm guessing Kaede told you my name. Sure, I would like to be friends, Kokichi Ouma. :)'
'Nishishishi! Glad we called a truce because welcome to your doom! >:)'
My eyes then glanced over to see his face darken with mystery and mischief.
'My doom? I'm guessing you don't know much about me.' I countered, shoving the pen back to the dictator.
'Then maybe I'll just learn on the way. Nihi~'
'If I could read what you just wrote, I'd probably be a bit more intimidated.'
'MEAN!'
We both set down the paper and pen and stared at each other for a moment. I felt a sense of nervousness overwhelm me. What was I getting into?
Before he could put the paper up, I grabbed it and wrote down my message.
'Do you want to learn sign language?'
He nodded.
I scribbled down on the paper once more.
'Great! Can you please get Kaede? We'll both teach you, but I think Kaede will do the majority of the work.'
Hesitantly, Kokichi nodded before getting up and out of my room.
About five hours and seventy-five pages of torn paper later, we had taught the boy the basics of sign language such as the alphabet and basic answers like yes or no.
I could tell that my time in this hellish nightmare would be long, but maybe having these two with me would help me cope with it.
-Four Months Later-
Y/N's POV
I had recalled what had happened in the last few weeks. How could Kaede do such a thing? Rantaro seemed like such a kind boy, too.
The pianist had at least translated what everyone said until her last moments. That rope that hung around her neck seemed to be much more innocent before it was wrapped around someone. It took away Kaede's life. My connection and chance of survival fell rather harshly.
Ouma had been learning sign language, but it wasn't quite sufficient as Kaede's knowledge and communication skills. Kokichi, though, was also there for me when the moments got worse.
As the piano cover came crashing down on Akamatsu's lifeless corpse, Ouma quickly wrapped his cold hand around my head and buried my face in his chest to hide me from the horrors that everyone else was witnessing.
It was a very stiff gesture, signaling that he was not used to this, and that is was very out of character for him, but it was all possible he did this out of pity.
I remember crying my eyes out once Kokichi moved his hands skillfully to string together a phrase.
'She's dead. Y/N, I'm so sorry.'
I shook my head.
'It wasn't your fault.'
He nodded before guiding me back to my room, holding my hand gently along the way. Once I laid down on the bed, Kokichi gestured.
'Get some rest. I'll see you in the morning.'
With that, he left the room, leaving some water beside the bed. I pulled the blanket over my mouth and felt a warm sensation flood my cheeks before falling asleep.
Kokichi's POV
As I closed the door, my heart felt like it was getting ready to jump out of my chest. Brushing off the weird feeling to the guilt of lying, I walked out of the dorm and towards the warehouse.
Upon entering the building, my eyes found their way to the place Kaede had found the shot put ball.
I grimaced, thinking of the pain the poor girl was going through, but it wasn't my problem. She'll cope on her own anyways.
My frown was quickly replaced with a large, evil grin once I found the one person who couldn't stand me.
"Kaito-kun, fancy meeting you here." I smirked, holding my index finger to my lips while my face was slightly tilted downwards.
He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "I ain't here for you, Kokichi. Drop the formalities; it doesn't suit you."
I pouted, still keeping my intents a secret. "Aw, you're so mean, Kaito-kun! Nihi~" I laughed. "Why are you here anyways?"
His hand quickly reached behind his head, and our eye contact broke. "Makiroll just needed me to get some stuff. That's all."
The smirk never left my face. "Hmm? Maki must be really desperate to have you get her something."
"Just shut up. I'm leaving." True to his word, he left after gathering equipment for his "Makiroll".
When the door slammed, the silence took over.
I wandered around the warehouse, looking for nothing. It just felt like something drew me here. I just needed to find what.
I passed different shelves and barrels before a piece of parchment stuck in between two boxes caught my eye.
Hurriedly, I rushed over to it, carefully grabbing the paper from its confines. It took a couple of tugs, but in the end, I got it out in one, crinkly piece.
I unfolded the paper to reveal it was a guide for sign language. The pictures of hands showed different ways to express emotions and ask questions. This couldn't have been discovered at a more convenient time.
I pulled out a fold-up chair and sat on it before fully absorbing what the parchment taught.
As my eyes skimmed over it, a certain sign caught my eye.
"I love you."
It showed a hand with only the pinky, index finger, and thumb upwards. The other two were curled into the palm.
I tried it myself, and for some reason, I found myself smiling. It wasn't the smile of a dictator, but it was the smile of a genuine person. I hadn't had that smile in years.
Shaking it off, I read the other words. The other ones were also lovey-dovey, but I didn't realize until after I read everything that "Valentine's Day Edition" was written underneath the bolded letters that spelled out "Sign Language" on the top.
'Would this be useful?'
I just rolled my eyes and folded back the parchment, stuffing it in my back pocket.
'Oh, well, I might need this sooner or later.'
With that, I headed out the warehouse and back to my bedroom.
As I lay there on my bed in nothing but my red and yellow striped underwear, I couldn't help but think of Y/N.
Was she okay?
Was she crying?
Did she need me right now?
At first, I became her friend out of pity which was obviously unhealthy for our friendship, but over time, I felt like it wasn't pity anymore. I genuinely liked her as a friend.
The parchment I found today in the warehouse... Was it a sign?
I had never fallen in love before. My memories from my life before this facility were blurry, but I can't recall a time where my heart felt like it would burst from my chest.
My face was constantly warm around her, but I just brushed it off as a fever.
I think... I was falling in love...
I placed my hands behind my head as I stared at the dark ceiling above me. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard a knock at my door.
"WHO IS IT?!" I shouted through the door, annoyed that someone would come to me so late. What was this? A failed attempt at murder?
Not being stupid, I pulled on my shorts and stood at the door before hearing the knocking again.
I swung the door all the way open, making sure to hide behind it.
As I was behind the door, I couldn't make out the face of the person. They carefully wandered into my room, stumbling through the darkness.
Without a second thought, I ran from my hiding place and tackled them on the ground, restraining them by grabbing their wrists and placing my knee between their legs.
I heard a faint crying, and my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.
When my monitor sensed movement, the lights turned on in my room, and I could now fully see who was underneath me.
There she was. Y/N was crying underneath me, her face red and scared. She was wearing nothing but a F/C tank top and gray shorts.
The awkwardness intensified once I realized I was only wearing my purple gym shorts and nothing else.
Quickly, with a red face from both ends, I got off of her and apologized by clenching my fist and rotating it clockwise around my chest.
She did the same motion, apologizing also.
After that ordeal had gone down, she pulled a sheet of paper from her short's pocket.
I unfolded it, glancing over the handwriting that I had gotten used to.
'I'm scared. Please, Kokichi... can I stay with you tonight? I can sleep on the floor, but I just need assurance that no one will kill me tonight.'
I smiled at the note before grabbing my lucky fountain pen and writing underneath it in my "chicken scratch".
'What makes you so sure that I won't kill you?'
She stared at me for a moment, biting her lips as if she hadn't thought about that.
'I trust you.'
I felt my heart go aflutter. I almost felt a bit guilty when I had tried to use her to my advantage in the beginning. Somewhere along the way, I had grown a weak spot for her and only her.
She was my only friend when everyone else hated me. Of course, I seemed unfazed by it, but who wouldn't be hurt at the thought of rejection?
I wrote underneath her three words.
'I'll try my best to protect you.'
She did 'thanks' with her hands and started to go to her dorm for blankets and pillows to set up a makeshift bed on my floor.
I insisted that she could take the bed, and after a lot of hand movement and arguing on paper, she finally took the offer.
Y/N's POV
I begrudgingly sat on Ouma's bed, feeling a pang of guilt for taking away his comfort.
'Good night.' I gestured.
Casually, Kokichi came up to me and kissed my forehead.
'Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams.'
As he went back to his makeshift bed on the floor, I felt my face flush. I felt happy. The soft touch of his lips still lingered on my forehead, and I laid my head down on the pillow, feeling the butterflies fly in my stomach.
As much as I loved this feeling, I knew it wouldn't last long.
I was cursed when I was a baby for my mother's wrongdoings with a widow who had been rumored to practice black magic and witchcraft.
On my seventeenth birthday, I would disappear. Of course, I wasn't deaf my entire life.
It all happened when I turned four. That's the day where my mother decided to rub the witch the wrong way by stealing two of her potions. It was for a good cause, though.
I was sick, and there seemed to be no cure. The witch had created an antidote.
The other one was... a love potion. My mother was a single mother, and she felt like I deserved a father figure in my life.
Too bad my mother's intents cost her my hearing and her life.
I couldn't fall in love with Kokichi. I had to deny it.
If we did enter in a relationship, I would still disappear on that fateful day.
My seventeenth birthday was soon. It was just four days away.
I felt like crying, but I couldn't.
I wanted to speak, but it would just sound like a jumbled mess.
It's only four days left. What do I have to lose?
I whispered at first, desperately trying to form Kokichi's name with my lips.
After a while, I spoke softly. If only I could hear it... Saddened by my failed attempts, I pulled the blanket over my head and closed my eyes, Ouma's scent enveloping me in warmth.
Kokichi's POV
"Cookie..."
"Cookishi..."
I turned in my sleep, not recognizing the voice speaking.
'Was an intruder in my room?'
My eyes slowly opened to see that they had adjusted to the darkness. I looked over to my bed and saw Y/N's lips moving, her voice coming out quietly.
"Cookichi..."
Was this her voice? It sounded a bit raspy from not being used, but nonetheless, it sounded nice...
I could feel a sense of warmth once I realized what she was trying to say. On her last try, though she probably doesn't know it, she got it right.
"Kokichi..."
I smiled and spoke back to her.
"Y/N... I love you."
Glad that she didn't hear me, I went back to sleep, dreaming peacefully for the first time since forever ago.
-Three Days Later-
Y/N's POV
I only had today and tomorrow left. If only I had met Kokichi earlier and became his friend sooner. Maybe... just maybe I would've been happier.
Today was the day I was going to talk to him about our "relationship".
I spotted him talking to Himiko, an evil grin spread across his pale features. Once he was finished, I grabbed his arm to catch his attention.
'May I please talk with you?'
Confused, he nodded his head before following me.
We weaved our way through the other remaining students and buildings before we reached the main lobby of the dorms.
We climbed the small flight of stairs before standing before my dorm door.
Once it was unlocked, he stepped inside, and Kokichi looked around curiously. I noticed his lips moving as if he was marveling the items having to do with my talent.
After looking at all of my stuff, he moved his hands.
'What do you want to talk about?'
I sat down on my bed and patted the space beside me to motion for him to sit down. Once he did, I started off.
Instead of beating around the bush, I was curt.
'You can't love me.'
His eyes seemed to widen a fraction, thinking why I would say that out of the blue. He probably didn't even have romantic feelings for me, so I guess he would be confused to why I would inform him on such a thing.
'Why?'
I sighed, feeling my body rattle with nerves and sadness.
'I'm not staying here for long.'
Upon seeing my scared and shaking form, he decided not to ask any further questions. Instead, he simply nodded.
'Okay, Y/N. I promise I won't.'
I also nodded before responding.
'As the same with me.'
We both stared at each other before Ouma briefly got up without speaking a word, his expression dark.
I tried to say "wait", but he probably didn't understand it. I cried as I tumbled to the floor, bruising my knees in the process.
'Why..? Why must I be cursed in place of my mother, you stupid witch?!'
I could feel the tension starting to grow between the two of us. This conversation... I think it ruined our friendship. Why was I such a fool?
I spent the rest of the day locked in my room. I didn't open the door for anyone since I couldn't hear them coming. All I did was cry and hate myself for pushing the one person who I cared about away from me.
Maybe... maybe the curse wasn't so bad after all...
It will end my suffering... tomorrow.
-One Day Later-
Kokichi's POV
I sat in my room, thinking over what Y/N had told me through sign language.
She tried to call out for me as I left, but I ignored her, hurt that she didn't return my feelings.
This morning, I had tried to get her out of her room, but I found the door to be locked. A small moment of panic washed over me once I realized that she'd only open the door on her own accord. She couldn't hear anyone else, therefore she wouldn't open the door for anybody.
Why didn't I stop and comfort her? I heard her crying as I left that room.
Why must my pride inflate and take over me?
Sighing in defeat, I continued my day per usual. It was rather lonely and boring. No one liked to be around me except Y/N, and I was finally feeling the full impact of her absence.
"Hey... Maki..." I greeted her, a bit worn out.
"What do you--" Her glare softened a bit once she saw my tear-streaked face. "Kokichi? What happened to your sorry ass?"
I shook my head. "I know this is a lot to ask from you, but can you make a cupcake for Y/N? Today's her birthday..."
Maki stood there a while, most likely wondering who "Y/N" was. "Oh... uh... sure, I guess? If it makes you feel better, you shitface."
Ignoring her insult, I trudged through the rest of the day, the wicked smirk never showing up on my face. Even when I was with Kaito, it didn't make its debut.
Soon, night began to fall, and as I was heading back to my room, Maki stopped me.
"Here."
She held out a F/F cupcake with F/C icing on top. A single candle was stuck in the middle.
"I couldn't find a lighter, so just pretend it's lit."
I nodded, thankfully taking the pastry.
I headed up to Y/N's room to still feel the door locked. Midnight quickly approached, and her birthday was almost over. As I stood there, feeling the sadness and guilt overcome me, I could only mumble my words.
"I can't keep my promise, Y/N. I'm sorry. Happy birthday..."
I went back to my room, not even bothering to lock the door. Stripping my clothes to just my underwear, I climbed onto the bed and fell asleep, thinking about how I'll make it up to Y/N the next morning.
Y/N's POV
I stared at the digital clock sitting on my nightstand.
How long was I in here?
Today, I had went an entire day without food, water, or the bathroom.
It was almost time. Once the clock struck midnight, I'd fade away.
'Kokichi Ouma, I love you so much... I'm sorry. I did it to protect you from... me...'
I got up from my bed and combed my fingers through my hair before opening the door.
I was obviously surprised to see a cupcake sitting on the ground in front of my door. A note was placed next to it.
"Happy Birthday, Y/N. -Kokichi"
I smiled bitterly as I sat down on the spot to enjoy the pastry. I pretended to blow out the candle and plucked it from the frosting. To say it was delicious would be an understatement. Ouma didn't make this. That I knew.
Maki or Tenko probably did.
Once I was finished, I wiped the crumbs from my mouth and looked back at the clock.
11:56 PM...
It was way past curfew, but did I really even care anymore? No.
I grabbed the piece of paper I wrote on with my best handwriting and headed over to Ouma's room. That note had taken me the entire day to write. Honestly, I had no idea what I would write on it. After meticulous planning, I had gotten it down.
I walked across the building to Kokichi's dorm. Luckily, the door was unlocked.
I slipped in quietly and shut the door behind me.
Then, I felt a stinging sensation on my hand. It was glowing and nearly transparent. I was fading.
My eyes shot over to the clock glowing on Ouma's desk.
11:58 PM...
I used my hand has a guide to Kokichi. My entire body was glowing, and I could now see through the pitch darkness.
There he was, lying in bed with a frown on his face, tossing and turning. I saw my name form on his lips as he uttered them out. This time, though, I could hear his voice.
"Y/N... I'm so sorry..."
In my final moments... that witch decided to lift my hearing loss? How kind...
Tears flowed down my cheeks as I stared at him for another minute. I now found that I could speak.
My cold hands cupped around his face before I leaned in and connected our lips. In his sleep, I felt his lips move, too, as if he was responding to me. A piece of happiness brushed over me.
Once I let go, I noticed the clock striking twelve.
His eyes fluttered open from the kiss and widened once he saw my body glowing and transparent.
"Kokichi Ouma..." I spoke for the first time in ages. "I love you."
With that, everything disappeared, and the note I had been so tightly clutching fell steadily into Ouma's lap. The last thing I saw was him, touching his lips with tears streaming down his eyes.
Everything else... was numb now.
Kokichi's POV
I felt something warm and soft on my lips, and I responded after dreaming of Y/N kissing me. It was... exhilarating. There was nothing else I longed for other than this.
My eyes opened to see what was really going on.
There she was... the person I loved... had really kissed me.
Soon, realization hit me. She was glowing and growing transparent. I tried to reach out to her, but my hand went straight through.
For the first time, I heard her speak the words I've been longing for her to say.
"Kokichi Ouma, I love you."
Tears streamed down my face as I desperately tried to reach for her. It was no use...
She was gone... My cries and screams echoed in my bedroom.
I was crushed.
I was frustrated.
I was angry.
I was hurt.
I was lonely...
I just couldn't absorb the fact that she was gone. It was too much for me to handle. Before I could tear my room into pieces, I noticed a piece of paper sitting on my lap, addressed to "My One True Friend and Love".
I unfolded it hesitantly with glossy eyes.
Dear Kokichi Ouma,
How do I start? I love you. That's one thing. Thank you for always being by my side.
I'm sorry I never told you about how I was supposed to disappear on my seventeenth birthday. I just didn't want to hurt you the days prior to my disappearance. That's why I didn't want you to fall in love with me, but I ended up breaking my end of the deal.
You were the best thing that ever happened to me. I never had a friend like you. If I could live longer, I would want to spend it with you. No matter what people say, you are the real Kokichi Ouma when you're with me.
You don't desire despair or killing. You just act like you do just to hide your fears. I just want you to know I am extremely grateful for meeting you. I'm sorry I couldn't say this to you sooner. I love you dearly, Kokichi Ouma, and don't you ever forget that.
Please keep yourself safe and survive. I'll be watching you. Be happy and find your own happiness, because you definitely deserve it after all you have done for me.
-XOXO
Y/N L/N
I hugged the paper to my chest, tears racking through my entire body.
"How can I find happiness, Y/N? How? How can I find it... when you're gone?"
A small, glowing light fluttered around my room before touching my hand and disappearing. She was gone...
How could I cope with this now?
She'll never come back. I... don't know where to go from here.
"Y/N... If you can hear my prayer... please answer me..." I whispered the tears now freely falling. "What do I do? Now that you're gone, I'm lost. I never felt this way before... Y/N... please answer my prayer! What do I do now that the only person I loved and will ever love is gone?"
Silence hung in the air.
My prayer was left unanswered...
Okay, I get it. TJ was gone for an entire month AGAIN, and this is what we get in return? Angst? If it were fluff, the chapter would probably be about a fifth the length of this one. I just really liked the plot, and I came up with it from Alan Walker's famous song: Faded.
I just listened to it a couple more times before coming up with the plot line. Since I only have one Ouma one-shot (With only Ouma and without Saihara), I decided to make it on him! Especially since that one-shot was cringy as hell.
BTW, I just realized his first name is Kokichi and not Ouma. Oops. I changed it on the other chapters, so do not fret! Hope you enjoyed!
-TJ-