15. OBRA MAESTRA
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It was past midnight. The dark street was being illuminated by blue and red lights from the police patrol car, it's siren acting like a good melody.
Sanzu abruptly tugged his sweater up, revealing his loaded gun. The metal of it was freezing cold against his numb palms. He glanced at Y/n who's lost in her thoughts.
It's the end. Cornered.
No matter how many times Sanzu thought about his decisions over and over again, he knew he'd arrive at only one conclusion.
To end the woman's life with his own hands.
He trusts her kind words, not one moment did he doubt her. But no matter what he thinks, no matter what he wants as long as Mikey tells him to pull the trigger, he will.
After all, he's his new reason to live, even if his heart is in the darkest pit.
The male struggled to swallow a seeming lump on his throat.
To ease the tension on his right hand, he let go of the steering wheel and instead maneuvered the car single handedly.
"Y/n."
There was no response.
"Y/n, look at me!"
His voice was loud enough for her to look at him, her eyes were coated with fear but she still managed to smile.
"Hmm?"
"... Can you open the door beside you?"
He'll want me to jump out, was what echoed inside her brain. She's scared but she's even more afraid that Sanzu will be involved with her business. Instead of getting swallowed by her thoughts, she followed the instructions ruthlessly given to her.
As soon as the door opened, Sanzu grabbed a hold of her elbow, and before she could even react she felt the cold tip of the gun pressed on her stomach.
The situation felt familiar, too familiar that it made her smile even in such perilous time.
"You know, you can ask me to jump out even without threatening me with a gun. The gun scares me."
Sanzu's ears tingle, he felt his conscience almost took over him. But he sure guarded his heart, he will never be moved by anything.
His grip tightened and pushed the gun even closer to her, "You put up with me for such a long time y/n, and same goes with me. Your hard work will be remembered—"
"Haru... remember back then when I told you I couldn't go with you? I actually came back there after... I thought I wasn't too late, but I— I actually changed my mind but you weren't there anymore. You left too fast."
The cold breeze coming from the open window made her hair fly everywhere and it was the cause why the tears he had been stopping to fall, slid down his cheeks.
"I'm actually so happy to see you again," her other hand which was unbound found its way to wipe his tears away.
"I know it's selfish to ask for another request but... " she gathered all her strength and leaned in closer to the male, not bothered by the dull stab of the gun in her stomach.
"Please put me at peace."
Too much pain.
All of that was just too much for Sanzu. He experienced losing her once and losing her twice?
Slowly and ever so sure, even with his shaking fingers, he pulled the trigger. The bullet buried deep inside the female.
Soon enough her strength started to fade and blood drenched her dress, even staining Sanzu's hand and the edge of his clothes.
Losing her twice? Not a big deal.
For him, pain was just another indication that you're, yet unfortunately alive.
Pulling his hand away, he threw the gun on the back seat and pulled the lifeless and cold body of the female closer to him. He can no longer feel her breath on his neck that he hated to admit that he liked, as well as her racing heartbeat.
"I loved you," was how he phrased his goodbye before he threw the woman out of the opened door. Once successful at discarding the body, he overcame the fastest speed and fled the scene.
And it was the very first time he felt disgusted by the blood covering his hand.
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"Ah shit," Sanzu Haruchiyo murmured as he made the traitor's head explode. The blood stains on his white clothes made him wince in irritation.
"Good work." Mikey plopped down on his seat before he walked out of the room with a bag of doriyaki on his hands.
Finally, after months of hard work, they caught the traitor who was the one tipping the police about their movement. It pissed Sanzu big time, he was the most affected by it.
Unsatisfied with just a busted head, Sanzu kicked the lifeless man on his gut before he turned away from it, his hand tucked inside his pants' pocket.
As he returned to his house, he flopped down to his bed with his shoes he didn't even bother to take off. He stared intensely at his ceiling and from there, his gaze slowly landed to his side where a portrait of himself was sitting.
Everytime he looked at it, it amazes him but at the sametime it makes him feel all sorts of emotions ruling his head. Nostalgia and pain.
It was just an image of him looking back at him, it was lifeless and animated but why does it seem a lot more alive than he was?
Sanzu sighed heavily, covering his eyes using his forearm. He just hope today would be the the night he's able to sleep without having a nightmare.
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Despite the rain falling hard on his shoulders, drenching his coat and his hair wet as it could be, he stood in the middle of the graveyard, eyes downcast.
He was longingly staring at the moist tombstone in front of him. Carved in the marble was the name of the woman he failed to have.
On his right hand was a single white rose, water dripping from it.
He released a shaky chuckle before he glared at the ranging cloud above him.
"Unlike the fictional villain who'll sacrifice the world just to have you, I'll sacrifice both you and the world to save myself."
And from his other hand, he carefully places his own portrait beside the tomb stone, the canvas already dripping wet.
"Thank you for the obra maestra, though. I haven't said it but... I really liked it, Y/n."
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