The Collector

FINAL CHAPTER

A sound of door shut closed had took the attention of you and Mikey. Izana and Kakucho is standing in front of the door.

"Kakucho." Mikey muttered.

"I'm sorry Mikey. Izana is still my King." He said as he pulled out a gun and pointed it toward the two of you.

"Mikey, I'll be taking her as a farewell gift. Hand her over before she gets killed along with you. You won't want it right?"

Mikey kneeled down to level himself to you and held both your cheeks. His thumb wiped the tears under your eyes.

"Cover your ears. Close your eyes. Everything will be okay..." He whispered and stood up.

You did as he told you.

Two consecutive gunshot echoed. Even with your ears covered, you heard it loud and it made you shiver on the ground. Biting your lower lip to suppress your sobbing, you kept your eyes shut scared to see what's in front of you.

Several minutes later and you felt an arm wrapped around your frail figure. A scent you knew. You hugged him back and started wailing like a child until you felt your hand wet.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw your hands bloodied.

"MIKEY?!" You tried to break free from his hug and saw his body with a gunshot on his lower abdomen that pierced through his back. "God! Mikey!!! You're bleeding!!!!"

You panicked and your eyes roamed around only to see what's behind Mikey.

Izana and Kakucho is lying on the ground. Blood pooling around their lifeless body. You saw a familiar scissor stabbed on Izana's eye. The scissor that you use for work, your most important tool that had accompanied you throughout your career.

The grotesque sight had almost gave you a heart attack. For a moment you felt it stopped you from breathing. You fell unconscious.

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"I'm married?" You asked confused. A man in platinum blonde bob is in front of you. He held your hand and placed a ring on your finger. He's wearing an identical ring.

"Yes. I'm Sano Manjiro, your husband. You're l/n y/n, my wife. We were married for 5 years already."

"I'm sorry... I can't remember anything..."

You saw the sad look on his face after what you responded. It gave you a pang in your heart. You held both his cheek.

"My mind can't remember anything... But my heart remembers your warmth." You let go of his cheek and took his hand placing it on your chest. "I recognize your touch... Sano-san."

He let out a soft chuckle. "It feels weird being called Sano-san by my wife."

"I'm sorr--"

Your words were cut when he suddenly sealed his lips on yours.

-Few hours ago

Sir, Ms. y/n regained her consciousness but she can't remember anything. It can be a dissociative amnesia caused by a severe stress from something traumatic. We can't tell when her memories would come back.....

She forgot everything.... This could be the best... Better bury her past forever....

FOREVER.

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You were discharged immediately from the hospital. Mikey was still in a bad shape but he insisted to go home with you.

The scent of this flat, it feels familiar, you thought to yourself.

"Y/n." Mikey called for your attention as he was settled on the couch.

"Yes Sano-san-"

"Mikey... you used to call me Mikey."

"M-Mikey..." you muttered.

"Your medication y/n... Don't forget." He reminded you.

"Oh..." You obediently took the pill Mikey gave you without even asking what is it for.

After taking the med, you sat beside him and leaned your head toward his shoulder. There's a lot of adjustments you need to make. Everything is brand new but feels nostalgic.

Mikey kissed you in your head.

Everything will be okay....
As long as you won't remember anything...
Our normal life would continue...

Until when would this calm continue?
While you are peacefully trying to live your life, they were locked up...

down the dark cellar...

waiting for a new one...

THE COLLECTOR'S new item.

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