90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟞 - You Can't Be Here. Not Now. ♠️

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Murder.

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"Angie saw Rantaro in the library with Kokichi!" Yonaga smiled at Shuichi.

"Thank you Yonaga!" Returning her smile, he waved to the Ultimate Artist and continued on his trek for his boyfriends inside the killing game. Shuichi clutched the two small, hand-picked bouquets closer to his chest, inhaling the sweet, floral aroma.

Descending the staircase into the basement of the academy, Shuichi radiated a cheerful and exciting aura as he approached the library's entrance. Ever since he, Kokichi and Rantaro confessed their feelings for each other, they'd been openly dating around the academy. Being in a killing game, the three needed something to distract themselves and people to trust. They knew they could trust each other.

Opening the door and closing it behind him, Shuichi turned and stared at the scene before him. The world around him stopped, his heartbeat threatening to cease as his blood ran cold. Blood splattered a bookshelf with Rantaro holding a bloody knife, dripping the crimson liquid to the wood linoleum floor.

"Shuichi, help!" Kokichi screamed, his body trapped beneath Rantaro's feet. Frozen in fear, Shuichi watched as Rantaro knelt, pinning Kokichi's squirming body as the latter attempted to escape.

"I'm so sorry Kokichi, I love you," Rantaro cried as he brought the knife down into the purplette's throat. Shuichi shouted, reaching his hand out, but it was no use, there was nothing he could do. Rantaro had just murdered Kokichi, his boyfriend as just murdered their boyfriend. The flowers dropped to the ground without a sound as Shuichi's hands trembled, tears pouring down his cheeks.

This can't be happening, this can't be happening! Shuichi ran forward and stopped next to the rattling and twitching corpse of someone he loved. Rantaro turned to the detective, his cheeks glistening with tear stains. "You can't be here. Not now." Before he could run to safety, Rantaro leapt forward and grabbed Shuichi's jacket collar. He heard a crash as his back collided with a nearby bookshelf, his head hitting the wooden furniture with force as books fell around them. The blue-haired detective struggled, attempting to push Rantaro away, but resistance was futile as Shuichi couldn't fight the greenette's strength.

"I'm so sorry Shuichi but I have to get out of here, get out of the killing game," Rantaro whispered. "I can't go through another one." An-Another one?

"We... we can escape together! That's what we planned, right?!" Shuichi shouted through his cracking voice. Rantaro held his forearm against Shuichi's neck, his body pinning the other's down to provide no hint at escape.

"We can't! Don't you get it?!" Rantaro shouted, despite the two being centimetres apart. "There's no escaping this fucking place!"

"Hey, hey, shh," Shuichi whispered, reaching up to caress Rantaro's wet cheek. "Breathe babe. Everything will be okay, just focus on me," he smiled. Shuichi felt disgusting for manipulating the greenette, but he needed to escape, to run and avenge Kokichi. Kokichi didn't deserve to die and Shuichi would do anything in his power to bring Rantaro to justice. Even though he loved Rantaro to the moon and back, he needed to pay for his actions, that was what justice meant for the detective.

"I'm sorry," Rantaro wept. Shuichi attempted to shift his weight but Rantaro's grip hadn't loosened.

"It's okay, we might be able to save Kokichi. He's still making noises, right? You can hear it, he's still alive," Shuichi begged. He knew that the purplette wasn't alive, the two were simply hearing a death rattle, but he hoped that Rantaro wouldn't know the difference. Shuichi felt a cool sensation on his arms and stomach, noticing blood had seeped through his clothes from the greenette. The thought alone made his stomach churn but Shuichi forced the nauseating feeling into the pits of hell, forcing himself to keep it together. "Everything will be okay-"

"Nothing will be okay! Listen to me, it's not okay, we're not going to survive and this killing game won't ever end!" Rantaro cried, replenishing the streaks of tears with fresh, salty water. "No one lives, the survivors die at the end! If you don't die, you've sacrificed yourself to play in the next game!" The two stood in a brief silence only broken by their heavy breathing and despairing hiccups.

Shuichi felt the pressure from the bookshelf ease as Rantaro pulled him forward in a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Shuichi I love you..." Rantaro held Shuichi's chin and tilted his head, kissing the detective. He returned the kiss, deepening it as they cried together.

Gasping, Shuichi broke the connection as a sharp pain erupted through his back. Rantaro removed the knife and stepped back, letting Shuichi stumble as he hunched over, choking in pain. "W-Why?" He whispered, staring up at the male from behind his fringe. Shuichi's golden eyes begged for an explanation as warm blood trickled down his lower back and soak into his white shirt and grey striped jacket. "Why are you doing this to us?"

"I... I don't want you to witness my execution if my plan doesn't work. That's why you two are my victims..." Rantaro sighed. Shuichi coughed, shouting as pain shot through his entire torso as the action. Falling to the floor, Shuichi cried as his pain became unbearable, groaning with each movement of his spine and torso muscles.

"The flowers..." Shuichi whispered. "They were for you two... I wanted to surprise you with a gift... Akamatsu even helped me find them," he smiled, staring at the ground.

"Shuichi..." Rantaro whispered, kneeling before his second victim. "Here, let me make it less painful," he sighed. Screaming, Shuichi felt the knife slice open the skin of his neck, blood pouring down to his collarbone. The world became blurry as Shuichi panted, his pain becoming almost unbearable.

Shuichi watched as Rantaro turned and sprinted out of the library, leaving the detective to bleed out and die. Turning to his right, the bluenette stared at Kokichi's body that no longer writhed or rattled with a glimmer of life. Determined to hug the corpse of his loved one, Shuichi grunted with each movement as he crawled at a snail's pace toward Kokichi, leaving a smear of blood in his wake.

Feeling Kokichi's wrist, Shuichi sighed at the expected lack of pulse, a hint of warmth coming from the fresh corpse. Tears never ceased as Shuichi rested his head on Kokichi's chest, an arm draped over his torso clad in white, bloody clothing. Kokichi's purple eyes glazed over, empty as his soul had moved on already. Rantaro... why did you do this?

Shuichi watched as the world began to dim, eventually going black as he lost control of his body. He fell limp onto Kokichi, crying as he died.