Remember Me || Kamukoma

Ch | III

(Couldn't update last Monday, fevers suck to be honest)
(Also uh, angst? Idk just a sad bit but soon it'll turn good)
(The italic is indicated toward Izuru.)

Nagito can't help but think of the Painter, whatever his name was Nagito knew he will say it as his last words. Just how sweet it'll taste, such a wonderful name for such a wonderful painter.

The word "love" wasn't a far stretch.

After the last search outside Nagito felt like he couldn't move, though it was worth it. He saw his hope, and his face. Nagito would be lying if he said he wasn't good looking. It wasn't a surprise.

Limping his way out of bed Nagito notice his symptoms were getting worse, even with air conditioning he was sweating profusely. It felt as though his bones were breaking, before getting the disease Nagito was already in bad condition.

Mostly with the excessive going outside with the toxic air and with his chronic disease, though Nagito forgets the name and sometimes forgets that he even has it. Luckily Chiaki reminds him daily.

Yet the Despair Disease is causing the memory loss to be more severe. Nagito hoped he won't forget his face and name before he dies. That was the only goal in his life, his final purpose on Earth.

The lower ranks are only allowed to shower two times a week while the higher ranks can shower 5 times a week, some even more. Nagito already used one of his turns, meaning he only had one more shower until next week.

Already thinking about the cold water hitting his skin which was sticky from the sweat Nagito hurried to the shower rooms, fortunately it was Friday --If the calendar was correctly positioned-- Nagito only had to wait three days.

Even with the freezing water Nagito still felt hot, as though he was standing outside without any protection. His skin could burn off and melt into a messy puddle. It was miserable but Nagito had to deal with it, at least until meeting him.

Turning off the water Nagito put his clothes on before having to grip the walls if he doesn't want to fall, fortunately he had a day off so we can just collapse on his bed.

"Are you alright? You look...deader than usual."

"Hm? Oh thank you Chiaki."

"That wasn't supposed to be a compliment Nagito."

Before he could respond Nagito felt his arm rested on top of Chiaki, supporting him to his room.

"So are you sick? If so you need to be isolated, Mr. ######'s office isn't far from here so we could inform him."

"I'm not sick, just tired is all. Besides I don't want to go into that room again, so boring and just made feel more gross."

"It's better than infecting other people."

"I just need to rest for a bit, than I'll be good as new. There's no need to inform him."

Chiaki only nodded than continued to help Nagito back into his room, it won't be long until Chiaki figures it out. Nagito knew that, sure her appearance may seems as though some bubbly girl but she's smarter than most inside the warehouse.

They soon arrived into Nagito's room, sure rest would be good right now but he knew he needed to act. There was only so little time before his inevitable dimise. When Chiaki left Nagito built up his strength to lift his body up and off his bed.

Already he was tired out, going to the doors he grabbed the gas mask hanging. Even if it wasn't his turn today the higher ranks would gladly let him outside, getting more exposed of the toxic atmosphere.

Opening the doors he made his way outside, grunting with every step. But the will to find his beloved allowed him to continue more further and deeper into the wasteland.

He soon reached the abandoned apartment where he met him, Nagito's heart began to race when remembering his features. What a beautiful image to remember...

"Huh? What did he look like again?"

Nagito felt his head spinning, his worst fear has happened. He forgot was his beloved looked liked.

"He had brown hair right? With green eyes. Did he have short hair? Wasn't it spikey?"

Unconsciously Nagito felt his face get wet, he was crying. The despair hurt everything in his body. His bones, flesh, skin, eyes and head. Lying on the ground he cried more. He has to find him again, to remember him.

But how can he...he forgot him.

Who was he crying about?

...

"...You seem alive, barely."

It didn't sound like Chiaki, nor anyone he recognized. Nagito slowly lifted himself up and looked at who talked. They were shorter than him, Nagito was fascinated.

"You have pretty black long hair, your eyes remind me of blood. Beautiful crimson."

"Hm? You say it like you didn't see me before."

"Huh? Have I? I don't remember."

"Maybe I am mixing up people but I'm sure it was you."

"Nope, haven't seen you."

Nagito felt a bit nervous near the long blacked haired person, but mostly he felt...rather connected to them. They were pretty, and Nagito likes pretty people and things.

"So you're infected. It must be difficult to live."

"Oh you can tell? I didn't know it was that obvious."

"There's no cure for this disease, most, if all of the people I knew who were infected as killed themselves so far."

"Well I'm on a mission! A mission to find...someone? I forgot, maybe an item? It's hazy in my mind."

"And that motivates you?"

"You could say that, they seem special to me. Even if I can't remember anything about them. It's, a feeling."

"How...interesting. Well carry on, I'm sure you can remember sooner or later and find them."

"Hey! Uh, what's your name?"

"...Izuru. Izuru Kamukura."

"Well Izuru do you mind helping me? It's going to be difficult for me and you seem like a smart person!"

"You seem fascinating enough, sure. I'll help you find this special person."

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