My Roommate is A Pop Star (Ikuzono Fanfic) [Quit]

Chapter 12: ... Empty...

*time skip to Junko's funeral*
*They are already moved into their apartment by now and have been living there for 2 days*

"I don't think I can do this, I can barely hold myself together at breakfast what makes you think I can stay together at her funeral." I sobbed. "It's completely normal to cry at funerals, so you can do this I believe in you!" Sayaka cheered while giving me a hug. I sniffed, "You really think so?" "No, I know you can do this." Sayaka replied in a joyful tone. I guess I can do this. I wiped my tears from my face and finished getting ready. I didn't want to dress to formal but formal enough to know I'm at a funeral.

(Mukuro's outfit)

(A/n: Her sister may be dead but her fashion choice isn't)

(Sayaka's outfit bc I can't leave her out)

I walked towards my car dreading the fact that it was an open casket funeral and that I'll see her dead body laying there in front of me. I didn't want the last time I see her to be her not living anymore. I wish we made up sooner before she felt like this. After a while of thinking I realized Sayaka was starting at me I assume for me to start the car. The car ride to the church felt like a minute even though we've been only driving for 25 minutes. I guess time goes faster when you don't want to go to your destination. When we arrived at the church I realized that my parents nvr met my Sayaka. To be honest I don't care what they think of her that isn't going to change how I feel about her. "Hey Sayaka you haven't met my parents yet, so right now isn't the best time for me to introduce you so if they are a little rude I'm sorry on their behalf." I said looking down at my hands bc I was so nervous to leave my car. I only said that so I can stall time. "It's ok Mukuro I completely understand." Sayaka said while placing her hand on my shoulder. Okay I can do this. All I have to do is go in there sit and leave. I got out of my car just to be bombarded by my mom and dad. "Oh sweetie are you ok, it looks like you've been crying." My mom sniffed while placing her hand on my cheek. "I see you brought a friend." My mom took a glance at Sayaka's appearance and studied it. I explained to my parents that she was my girlfriend and apologized for not introducing them sooner. My dad seemed a little bit happier knowing that I'm not going through this alone.

When I opened the doors to the alter, I saw many reporters taking pictures of me and my family. I'm not surprised, Junko was a celebrity. Of course they want to report on it. My mom seemed to be a bit annoyed by that, but they made her even more mad when they started pestering me with questions. They asked me if I was happy that she was dead. Which I turned and looked at the reporter and said, "Do I look happy?!" I answered in the most monotone voice. Other than that her funeral was so hard to get through without busting into tears. I had to hold Sayaka's hand the whole time. After the service was over I had to go to her burial. While they lowered her casket into the ground, me and my family threw her favorite roses, which was pink roses, down with her. I'll always miss you Junko. I felt a little bit better knowing she's in a happier place now.

The drive back home was more happier than the drive going to her funeral. I was still devastated but I said my final goodbyes to her and I feel like a big weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. Sure it might take a few months or a year to recover from such a loss but I'll think I'll be able to handle this.

When we got back home there was a swarm of people coming out their cars to talk to us. I'm guessing that they followed us home to harrass us about what happened. One had the audacity to shove a camera and microphone in my face, "What happened to your twin sister? The media has been dying to know how she died." I don't know what happened to me in that moment, but all I remember is my hands were covered in blood and the reporter was on the ground with a broken nose. I heard someone yell to call an ambulance. I didn't care though, I was too pissed off so I ran inside the house and Sayaka followed right after me. I walked inside the bathroom to rinse the blood off of my hands. The cold water seemed to cool down my whole body, calming me in return. Sayaka knocked on the bathroom door to see if I was alright, "...hey Mukuro a-are you o-ok..." "Yeah! I'm fine", I replied. "That's good, let me know if you need anything." I heard Sayaka walk away from the bathroom door.

That night it was so hard for me to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about not only Junko's death but will I get harrassed again. Will this just be my life from now on. I was never the type of person to be in the spotlight. I always stayed in Junko's shadow. Now that she's dead, I'm guessing I'm going to be the one everyone is talking about for a while. I don't want to be though, they only care because I'm Junko's sister. I just want to be my own person for once and not have my sister's life interfere with mine. And it's not like I blame Junko. It's just that the media always likes to make stuff up that is far away from the truth. And I really hope they don't come up with a crazy solution this time after I beat that reporter up today. Realizing the time decided to try falling asleep again. Hopefully tomorrow I won't wake up to some crazy news article about me.

A/n:I normally don't say stuff like this but I'm sending all my condolences to the ppl in texas you guys are going through a rough time rn. Please stay safe. I heard boiling snow is a great way to  put water in your toilets. Also if u have any pets especially reptiles, put them near ur skin so they can asorb the warmth from ur bodies. :) Also thank you for the 2.6k reads ilysm <3