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- "𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙩!" you cursed under your breath, watching another colleague shot dead. You had a puncture on your right thigh, and the low ammo wasn't helping.
Long story short, the raid failed. The building was a deliberate set up by Toman, and it worked phenomenally on the cops as cat would to catnip. Most of it was your fault, being the commander and rushing the process. You acted hastily, the number one thing you shouldn't do during preparations.
For the past hour or so, you lost half of your teammates to the Toman flies, insignificant but high in numbers. Therefore, the last thing you did before getting shot was cover Naoto, pushing him out the exit in hopes of him escaping. You locked the doors behind him, leaving yourself entrapped with 12 armed men. Bad choice, you thought, but you didn't regret it. Naoto was the youngest on your team and if anyone was going to catch Toman, it was him.
"Poor decision," one of them had commented, nudging his chin as a silent order to chase after Naoto. A male in the back moved in response, directing his footsteps towards the other exit.
*𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜* (bitch idk pretend it's a gun shot or something😭)
Before he could start his run for Naoto, you shot him in the back of the head without sparing a glance. The others stood dumbfounded for half a second before putting their fingers on the trigger, pointed at you.
*𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜*
You cried, feeling the metal pierce your left thigh. You couldn't move much with this now.
You knew you couldn't make it out of there alive. You knew it as soon as you saw the first officer go down. But it you were going down, you were going down with a fight till the very end.
"Come at me, you gorillas-pretending-to-be-human-piece-of-shits."
Your remark was enough to push the men off their edge, as they all ran their rounds in hopes of finishing you off. But surprisingly, before any of the bullets could be fired, the men were shot instead from the back. The rather narrow hallway made it hard to see who had done the deed, but a pair of luxurious footsteps was echoing your way. You gulped your nerves down, as the personality figure hazily became visible.
"You haven't changed at all, [Y/N]."
That voice. It was that voice. The voice that pranced around in your head ever since day one, and had now become blurry from all those years it disappeared. The voice you searched for so dearly, just to hear it one more time.
Your lips, face, entire body trembled like a branch in a storm, as you muttered out the name you carved into your soul.
"Waka...?"
Then he'd smile at you like always and give you a tight hug. He'd call you by your pet name and tease you be flirting. He'd carry you onto his bike and make you sit behind him. Then you two would drive to the usual harbor and share a smoke, like before.
........Right?
*𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜*
Sticky redness escaped your shoulder as blood started pooling around you like a puddle. The cold metal of a bullet seemed to transfer its chill, as you felt your heart drop then freeze.
"Waka..?"
A pained voice escaped your mouth in wonder and shock. You stared up at the tall male, now in his thirties, dressed up in suit-n'-tie with long eye bags of distress. He was like a completely different person from another world. Was that really him? Yes, yes it was. Then why would he shoot you?
"I didn't want to meet." the male said in a small voice. "I didn't want to meet, because I knew it would come to this."
He came even closer making it difficult to follow his face. All you could see from the ground was his shiny shoes splattered in blood. An awful chill dripped down your spine in alert.
"I heard you became a cop all those years back," he muttered, squatting in front of you to play with your hair. He used to do this a lot, but for some reason his hands felt unfamiliar, no, off-putting. Was this really Wakasa? "I was really proud of you, sure. But in honesty..."
You groaned in pain at the sudden tug of your hair, harshly tilting your head up to look Wakasa in the eyes. His eyes, they were empty and cold. All but hopeful and nothing like lively. Unknown tears started welling up your eyes.
"Why did you become a cop, [Y/N]? What did you think you were doing, standing on the opposite side in front of me? Why can't you just be anything else, hm? Anything that wouldn't require me to shoot you, and it would've been fine. And yet... look how this ends. You on the floor, bleeding, and me with the gun that shot you. Heh, isn't that funny, honey?"
Something was terribly wrong. This 'Wakasa' isn't the actual Waka. Not the Waka you knew at least. And something deep inside you told that things were never turning back like before. Finally, tears spilled like waterfalls, each containing the condensed feeling of dread and sorrow.
"You're crying," 'Wakasa' sang, drying your tears with his thumb. Even his fingertip was cold. With a rigid grin, he took out something from his suit and said, "I know it hurts. But it's alright. This is a sedative, it'll put you to sleep. No pain, no hurt."
Something pricked the back of your neck, as your eyes rapidly closed like theater curtains. Tears were still pooling down your cheeks, as was your blood on the ground. Before the lights went out, the final end roll consisted of a happy Wakasa, for the first time smiling truly.
Picking up your limp body, he kissed your forehead goodnight.
"I've been waiting so long, and I'm not waiting again." He'd been waiting for you to fall into his hands by your own will. He waited for you to find him. And now that he had you, he wasn't letting go. Never again.
Even if it requires a cage.
...... ఌ︎ ......
𝙀𝙣𝙙.
[𝗔/𝗡]: 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁.
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