Luck And Poetry (Nagito X Reader)

Chapter 25- Melancholy

"Ah, this is just..."

Komaeda crouched down next to the bloody dog's carcass in the side of the road, both hands placed on his kneecaps.

A tear rolled down the little boy's cheek. The dog had been completely run over, the truck tires having spilt over all its entrails. Blood was still gushing out of the large wound but there was no doubt the once zealous, happy canine had long passed. The road and the dead body was absolutely filthy but Komaeda hugged it to him as he sobbed while trying to smile like he always did.

"Ah...you're really dirty, aren't you boy? But I can't give you a bath anymore...honestly, the reeking odour of blood and rotting entrails are so repulsive I could die right here...but we both now why that hasn't happened yet, right? I am one with the filth...the revolt, the garbage, the grimy, the murky, the slimy-"

"That's quite enough, sir."

Ko almost looked astonished for a second, holding his dead dog and crying his eyes out on the splattered pavement as he looked behind him. A small girl with her hair in braids was staring at him, her arms folded.

"Oh...it's you."

He quickly attempted to wipe his tears away...what on earth would she think of him if he cried like a whimpering baby?

"We should bury him by the bridge. That way, we'll be able to see him everyday and vice versa. Come on, Ko Senpai. Get up."

Ko turned his head back to his pet, the entirety of his clothes now a deep crimson.

He got up slowly. It was hard to do because his chest hurt so much.
They walked in silence to the bridge. The sun had drifted to slumber and the skies had began to be painted a deep violet, stars appearing in the darkness, one by one.

"There," his friend spoke, shifting the final quantity of soil over Komaeda's dog.

"Now, he should be sleeping."

Even if she did claim the dog would now rest in serenity, Komaeda certainly didn't look like he would.

"Let's go."

"Where...would we go?"

"To my house. If you went home by yourself, you would be lonely. My mother would think that you murdered someone," she added, looking at his soiled garments. "But I'm sure if we explain, she would gladly invite you in."

Komaeda weakly opened his mouth to decline, but he was dragged along by the wrist of his hand to the direction of her house.

"Mother? Mother! I'm home!"

A woman's voice called out from the other end of the corridor, slightly muffled by the metallic sound of utensils hitting each other over the gushing water.
That sound...Komaeda wondered how long it had been since he heard someone else making that sound in a kitchen.

The sound stopped as the woman walked over to the door, her voice slightly reproachful. She had long dark hair which she had put up in a bun, a kindly but strict looking face.

"I told you to come in before dark. What kept you-"

She stopped in horror, once she glanced at Komaeda.

"What on earth..."

Y/N left Ko's side, talking to her mother in hushed whispers to tell her the situation she had gravely misunderstood.

"Oh...I see," she said, after a while. "I'm sorry...about your pet. Please think of this house as your own."

"Oh...thank you for your hospitality,"
Ko's mind froze for a while, it was hard to pay attention in the present. Reality seemed to float above him and drift right away, dream-like.