Remember Me || Kamukoma

Ch | V

(This fanfic will be rather short, if it wasn't already. Literally the next chapter is the last one because of the ending I chose. It's both happy and sad? It's hard to explain but you'll get it.)

It's been about a week since Nagito was last seen in the warehouse, already forgetting that there was someone who at least cared about him. Chiaki stood near the outside doors waiting for Nagito to appear, yet she had a good idea of the reason for his disappearance. That's why she didn't contact the Leader.

Nagito skipped around like nothing was wrong, like he wasn't slowly dying and like he wasn't counting the days. Izuru could see the last bits of hope fading away from Nagito's eyes, it was the first time he cared about such a thing. It was as though Izuru was seeing a corpse, who still walked and talked like an alive person would.

"It's shocking you haven't lost determination to find your savior after a week of no sign of them."

"Because I have a plan B! I may not seem like it but I would say I'm quite smart, especially for my age."

"And that is?"

"I don't remember precisely, I haven't been tracking my age for years but people say I look young, so I must be."

"That's not logical, though my best estimate is that you're around early twenties."

"Oh you flatter me! For you...I don't know. I can't tell, you don't have any defining characteristics to say about your age. For all I know you can 40."

"I can assure you I am not."

"Then 30's?"

"No, I am still younger than that."

"I guess early 20's then."

"That makes us around the same age, which is surprising since you're not as mature as you should be."

"I might as well! Why would I be serious when my days are numbered? I just want to have fun!"

"That's one way to see your death I suppose."

"Hey both us don't seem to fear death, you should lighten up too."

"I don't see joy in it, it's quiet boring since I already predicted what my dimise is."

"There you go being all grumpy, and smart. It's annoying since I can't ever understand."

"You said you're smart for your age."

"Well yeah for an actual human, you don't even speak as though you're one. Like a robot!"

"There must be something in the gas today, making you extra childish."

"Well that's just cold."

"You're sweating."

"Not literally, you really don't understand humans and their language do you Mr. Robot?"

"Did you already forget about me?"

"No! Now don't get all emotional, I will never forget you Izuru!"

"I'm tracking your memory loss patterns, that wasn't sentimental."

"And I thought we were becoming best of friends."

"There's no point of that."

"At least go along! Until I die, please?"

"Seems tiring, and boring. I'll pass."

"Can anything break that emotionless face of yours?"

"I would've predicted if anything can, and from my deduction no there isn't. There's nothing that is interesting to me enough to be excited about."

"I thought I was! That's why you even tagged along! Were you lying?"

"Yeah it's fading, I was only interested in how far you'll go for only a singular person who you had no connections."

"Then I will tell you! I would...kill someone! For hope and my savior."

"Your bones and muscle mass are already deteriorating, you won't have the strength to kill someone."

"Then I will just kill myself!"

"You were already planning on that, I also don't think you're able do that."

"My savior will just have to do it, ah how their hands will feel on my neck. I hope they won't tease me~"

"Is that a new profound motivation?"

"Maybe a knife, the cold metal on my skin. It's quite sensitive so it'll tickle~"

"You're quite fixated, I should find a way to break you out of this state."

While Nagito was rambling on about the different ways how his savior might kill him Izuru tried to find something to wake up Nagito. It was annoying to hear and also quite imaginative.

Sure Izuru does seem the type to not be sympathetic and will happily drag out someone's pain but torture isn't something he finds excitement in. He'll just get bored by their pleading.

It's hard to get blood of his suit which he loves to keep freshly ironed and spotless so a knife to the throat isn't ideal. Choking also doesn't seem practical to him, it's quite slow.

Like what Nagito imagined before a mass amount of toxic gas will be better to kill someone and there won't be anyone to see. Izuru will just be the only one wearing a gas mask.

"And, and, they might just kiss me as a final send off! Oh how beautiful to have a moment with a symbol of h-"

With water splashed on him Nagito quickly stopped his rumbling, since it was cold water it felt relaxing. Izuru set the bucket down and gave Nagito a towel to dry off.

"I forgot I was in a wasteland, I do wish to stay in my dream but the real thing will be more exciting!"

Nagito finished drying off and hurried along, to a random direction with no plan. Izuru knew Nagito wouldn't find his savior, at least unless he finally says it. What he said was true, he did want to know what Nagito will be willing to do.

And torturing Nagito to keep living just wasn't for him, maybe he should tell him. But still it wasn't worth it, he wasn't worth dying for.

It was as though there were two voices, one was him and another which was distant but was still there. Two different ideals, let him live though he suffers or let him die meaningless. Izuru can't decide, whether to let Nagito live or die.

It was selfish of him to keep Nagito alive, even if he was one of the few that sparked his interest. Which was rare and valuable to Izuru, like one in a billion.

"You should die a meaningful death, but how?"

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"Will it take me dying with you?"
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