Remember Me || Kamukoma

Ch | II

(I forgot most of the Despair Disease so I am just making it like a suicidal disease, it seems more interesting that way... so uhh angst ig? And TW)

Nagito woke up, feeling more tired and warmer than usual. Most be a symptom of the disease, he despised it. Now he only had days to try to find the painter, which is the only reason he won't already end himself.

Slowly getting out of bed Nagito walked to the washrooms, his bones ached. Either the disease or the amount of poisonous gas he took yesterday. The water was cold, like always. Nagito hated it but now he enjoyed it since he was sweating because of the disease.

After he was finished he ran into Chiaki when exiting the males washroom.

"... Aren't you cold? Usually you wear more heavy clothing when you're done showering."

"Oh uh, I guess maybe the cold isn't so bad."

Nagito also has to keep it a secret, even to Chiaki. The Despair Disease is no laughing matter, once a person is infected they are to be thrown out. Either way they will be killed, and it would be a waste to keep them.

Any under circumstances Nagito will gladly say it out loud but for his quest he must keep it hidden, at least until he meets the painter.

"Anyway I have to go outside again to make up the time lost, see you later!"

"I'm going with you, it's also my turn for the higher-ups ranks."

"Ah, okay see you outside!"

"I will bring a new gas mask for you too, goodbye Nagito."

Nagito waved as he ran off to his room, he grabbed the bloodied rock from it's hiding place and put it in one of his pockets. He felt excited to see the painter again, that is if they come outside again.

Walking to the doors he put on his protection suit, and waited for Chiaki. Just as he was about to fall asleep from exhaustion Chiaki appeared with the promised new gas mask.

"It's been a while since I saw a gas mask like this, I can finally catch a break."

He felt the difference immediately when Nagito put it on, he can make full in and outs and take a big inhale. Chiaki led the way outside, fortunately it seemed that the air isn't as usually dense. Meaning they can stay out longer and get more material.

"I will look this way, you can check that old building over there Nagito."

Even before agreeing Chiaki made her way to another building, a broken down bank. Nagito scurried into the abandoned building, realized it was an old apartment once inside. Searching through he found useful resources, hopefully it'll let him off the hook.

Nagito eyed the stairs, already feeling tired and dizzy just from looking at it. The Despair Disease really sucked, he most rest more to regain strength to even walk sometimes.

After slowly walking up Nagito made it to the second floor, it was more or less the same until he spotted a cup on a table. It was perfectly cleaned, just from that Nagito knew something was wrong. It couldn't have been that new looking, it would've have been broken or rusted under the situation.

What was more worse that there was liquid in it, from the smell of it he could tell it was coffee. It was still hot as of steam was coming from it, Nagito quickly collected whatever material he could find and run out of building.

Ignoring the aching pain in his legs.

He knew someone was in that building, he didn't want to take chances. He wouldn't die just yet, or else he will hate himself more if it was possible. Nagito made it back to the entrance, just as he heard a voice. A male voice.

"..Could have sworn I heard someone."

Nagito crouched making little to no sound, too afraid to see who it was. Quickly he made his way back where he came from, hopefully meeting Chiaki again so they can go back outside.

The gas mask was fogging up, Nagito was sweating and getting tired. He might just passed out, until he heard a thud. Slowly turning his head he saw the rock has fallen from his pocket.

Internally cursing himself out he made his way back, not before getting a glimpse of a person exiting the apartment where he just was. Nagito yanked the rock and ran again, knowing he will regret it after.

Stumbling he looked back to see if the person was coming after him, that's when he saw the familiar long black hair. He was closer than before, so he could get a better look. They wore a suit, and was holding the cup of coffee Nagito saw on the table.

It was the painter, the person who used the same rock as what Nagito is holding. He could feel himself wanting to walk after the person, before feeling a firm grip on his shoulder which broke his trance.

"Let's go Nagito, I finished my search."

Nagito knew it was Chiaki but he just couldn't move his gaze away from the person, at least until Chiaki forcibly dragged him back to the ware house.

The person turned to their direction, Nagito felt a shiver down his spine though it seemed Chiaki didn't notice. He got a clear imagine of..his.. face, Nagito wished he could've took a picture.

Nagito would've yelled to the painter, but it was too late since they were back inside. Quickly talking off the gas mask he ran into his room, place the crimson rock back into it's hiding place.

Laying back on his bed Nagito couldn't fall asleep, he was too overjoyed to meet the painter. Even if they were meters away, he has red eyes just like the rock and was pretty pale like himself.

Noticably he was beautiful.

Nagito knew he had to act quick, before the Despair Disease is too much to handle. He has to meet...

His beloved before it's too late.

"Hopefully he doesn't mind the nickname"
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