90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟚 - Don't Look at Me Like You're Sorry. You're Not Sorry. ♣️

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Murder-Suicide.

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The dead streets were encased in darkness, only lit by dim street lamps in the middle of the night. Rantaro noticed the faint light peeking through the curtains in a familiar home in front of him. He sighed. "I told them to fix their sleep schedule." Inside the house were his boyfriends, Kokichi and Shuichi, who moved in together. Unfortunately, Rantaro's parents weren't too ready to let go of him just yet so he agreed to live at home for a few more years.

Rantaro had been awoken in his home by a phone call from Shuichi. When he answered, screaming pierced his ears before someone shouted and the call ended. Deciding to personally check out the situation, Rantaro had arrived at the home with his spare key in his pocket.

Faint chatter and crying wafted through the home as Rantaro crept through the hallway. He'd convinced himself that the call was a sick prank by Kokichi but his heart continued to race with terror. Opening the bedroom door, Rantaro shouted as he stared at the scene that he'd never expected. Kokichi straddled Shuichi, pinning him to the blood-soaked bed with a bloody knife in hand.

Stab wounds littered Shuichi's trembling body, shredding his stomach, neck and face. All of the wounds blurred together, too many to count as they all merged into one. "R-Rantaro..." Shuichi whispered, his voice strained as his head lolled to the side to stare at the greenette with half-lidded eyes. He didn't know what to do, Rantaro's body froze as he stared at the scene.

"Shut up!" Kokichi screamed, raising the knife and shoving it through Shuichi's neck. As he removed it, blood poured from his crimson skin. Blood sputtered from Shuichi's mouth as he coughed, body limp as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The situation hit him like a truck as Rantaro remembered the screaming in the phone call twenty minutes earlier. It was a scream for help. I should've called the cops...

Kokichi gasped and scrambled to get off of Shuichi, falling to the carpet with a grunt. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do this! What have I done?!" The purplette cried, staring at Shuichi with wide eyes as his breathing became fast and irregular.

"Bullshit," Rantaro spat. "If you didn't mean to then you'd have stabbed him once, not one thousand fucking times!" Kokichi's tears disappeared, leaving no hint of despair as he glared into Rantaro's soul. Shivering from the glare, Rantaro watched as the tears replenished as Kokichi wailed into his palms, the knife still clutched in his hand. He's not mentally stable, I need to calm him down before this escalates...

"We can figure this out, just put down the knife," Rantaro whispered. Kokichi stopped crying as his arms dropped to his side, eyes blank. Rantaro frowned, having never witnessed this behaviour in his boyfriend. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"I don't know!" Kokichi screamed. "Rantaro I don't know, I don't know!" He continued to repeat himself as he screamed and cried.

"Listen, I love you and I'll help you through this, just put down the knife," Rantaro eased. He raised his hands in an attempt to hug Kokichi from a distance. It made him sick to tell a murderer he loved him, all his adoration for Kokichi had flown out the window the moment he murdered Shuichi. Glancing at Shuichi's body, he noticed the male watching them with the whites of his eyes. I'll fix this Shuichi, I'll avenge you, he won't get away with this.

"That's a fucking lie!" Kokichi shouted. "You don't love me, I can smell your lies from a mile away! Why don't you love me, why doesn't anyone love me?!"

"You're a fucking murderer!" Rantaro snapped at Kokichi's meltdown. "How could I love anyone who'd intentionally take a life?!" Turning, Rantaro realised he needed to call for the police so he took a step towards the open doorway.

"Do that and you die," Kokichi spoke. Chills ran down Rantaro's spine at the tone that would make the devil cower in fear. Rantaro didn't dare move further than turning around to face the fugitive.

"Please... Put down the knife..." Rantaro begged, attempting to seem calm and collected so he didn't agitate the other.

"Okay!~" Kokichi grinned with a giggle. Rantaro didn't have time to protect himself before Kokichi had grabbed him and thrown him to the floor, the blade half in his torso. Gasping and groaning, Rantaro's gaze flicked between the blade hanging beneath his ribcage and his assailant.

Kokichi's eyes widened as he shouted and replenished his stream of tears for the millionth time within ten minutes. "I-I'll take it out! I'm sorry!"

"N-No wait-" Rantaro yelped as Kokichi pulled the blade out of his torso. He winced at the pain, warm blood soaking his shirt.

"I-I shouldn't have done that should I?" Kokichi gasped as his gaze flicked everywhere in a panic. "Wait I'll put it back!"

"Don't!" Rantaro shouted but nothing could get through to his boyfriend. Kokichi thrust the knife into the wound, more blood spurting from the old wound as Rantaro cried out in agony.

"Shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry Rantaro I'm so so sorry!" Kokichi screamed as he gripped his purple and grey hair with blood-soaked fingers. Rantaro scrambled backward until his back hit the bed, never taking his glare off of the crying and weeping criminal who silently begged for forgiveness.

"Stop," Rantaro spat. He no longer cared about keeping Kokichi sane, he didn't know the person in front of him anymore. "Don't look at me like you're sorry. You're not sorry," he snarled. Silence enveloped the two as Kokichi's violet eyes sparkled with tears. Kokichi broke the silence with an agonised sob as he curled into a ball.

Rantaro had no idea what to do, he could reach for his mobile but he didn't know how Kokichi would react if he called the police. Fortunately for Rantaro's patience and health, Kokichi leapt forward and grabbed the knife from his victim's body. Watching in agony and terror, Rantaro couldn't do anything as Kokichi screamed and thrust the knife into his stomach repeatedly, blood flying everywhere.

As Kokichi fell to the carpet, he allowed blood to pour from his torso like a waterfall as he thrust the knife into his neck. He repeated the gesture until he began gurgling, falling to the ground as he died within minutes. Rantaro cried as he watched the suicide, wondering what life choices led to him being in the situation.

With trembling hands, Rantaro slipped his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone, dialling the emergency number with tears in his eyes. "Hello? I... I've been stabbed... My boyfriend killed our other boyfriend and himself..." Having stated the situation, it cemented in Rantaro's brain what had happened and he began crying into the phone.