Ghost in the Closet

Seeing the Light

Emetophobia warning.
Suicide warning.

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Saihara glanced at the clock and sighed. "Ouma, we should head home now."

"Awe!" Ouma whined but flew into the air regardless. "Fine! Anything for my beloved!" He quickly flickered into a human to plant a kiss on Saihara's lips, who returned it immediately. The man stood and waved to his confused friends.

"Where are you going?" Harukawa frowned. "It's only been half an hour."

"Last minute work thing." Saihara shrugged. It wasn't too odd for him to suddenly be summoned to work, hence why he pretended to check his phone often throughout the past thirty minutes. No one tried to stop him as he gathered his belongings and approached the door before pausing and turning back to the confused quartet. "You guys are amazing friends, by the way."

The quartet shared concerned glances. "Are you okay, Saihara?" Akamatsu asked.

"Yeah, just wanted you guys to know that I care about you all." With one last smile and wave, Saihara and his boyfriend left the home. Everyone would expect to hear from him within a day, but little did they know that no one would see him again.

As the two walked down the street bathed in an orange, sunset glow, Ouma pulled his hand from the human's. "Are you sure about this, Shuichi?" The ghost whispered. "You don't-

"I want to." Saihara didn't let the ghost continue the incoming drabble of despair. "This is my plan, this is what I want," he reassured the other. He didn't need to confirm if Ouma wanted this too, the ghost made that obvious. Stopping their walk, Saihara cradled his boyfriend's face and kissed his forehead. "I'm going to leave this life by your side so we can be together again."

Ouma laughed, sadness dripping through each noise. "How can you be so sure that we'll date in our next lives?"

Saihara had thought about this, but one particular thing made him happier than ever, and all they could do was wait and see. "The fact that you, as a ghost, and I, as a human, are dating in the first place has to mean something."

Staying quiet for a moment, Ouma eventually nodded and smiled. "Yeah, that's true. Humans don't exactly stick around and enjoy a cup of tea or a cold bed with us." Saihara laughed. During the weeks that it took to plan and practice for their big departure, the two enjoyed tea together and began baking. Ouma even ate a few things despite the food falling from his empty abdomen. As it turned out, the ghost could taste, and boy did he adore sweets.

As they continued walking hand-in-hand, Ouma spoke again. "Seriously Shuichi, you can't go back from this."

"There's no reason I'd ever want to," Saihara shrugged. He made up his mind and wouldn't be swayed, not by anyone. Not even his eternal boyfriend.

"What about your friends?!" Ouma argued. His eyes wobbled in sorrow as they stared at the ground. "Your legacy?! Don't forget your job, too!" The panic in him slowly affected Saihara, whose heart began to pound. He hated this feeling.

Desperate to be back to his happy self, Saihara stopped walking and grabbed the ghost's face again. "Nothing matters to me more than you. Getting the chance to free you and be together in all of our future lives? I'd give anything for that. Fuck the detective job, fuck the Tokyo Terminator. I want to be with you, Kokichi."