Project Sekai Oneshots!

MizuEna - Hanahaki AU

TW: Character Death (foreshadowing), Blood

(taken from my other story on wattpad)

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[HANAHAKI AU]
Mizuki POV:

My thoughts swirled around my blood stained room. The faint glow of my computer screen supplying the only light in the dark room. Everywhere you can see, are countless petals stranded all around my desk and floors.

Every single time a message pops up, I can feel my chest tighten up and then *cough.*

I don't know how many weeks it's been, two or three maybe, but your smile, hair, and beautiful eyes are the only reason I haven't kicked the bucket yet. The thought of leaving you, despite you probably not giving a damn about me, is enough to keep me going.

No medication helps, if anything it only gets worse when I look at Nightcord. But, for some reason I can't keep my eyes off of them.

Scrolling from the new messages, my throat begins to tighten. A link to her Instagram was linked. Oh the torture I put myself though...

As I scroll down her page, my keyboard begins to be littered with white rose petals. Although, these were once white are red stained with blood.

I fall off my chair, gasping for air, coughing up the most flowers I had before. I could hardly breathe, except for the occasional inhaled breath. After about 5 minutes of constant wheezing, I had rested my head on the floor, slight blood dripping from my mouth.

"Why do I even bother..." I whispered to myself, still trying to regain my breath slowly.

A flash notification goes off on my phone rested on the side of my bed. I begrudgingly rolled over weakly to see what had happened.

Enanan: Amia...? Are you online?

K: Are you feeling alright?

"Oh shoot," I thought to myself, "It's already 25:00."

I cautiously stood up facing my computer while leaning heavily on my desk. I could only manage to type out a few words before collapsing on the floor in defeat.

Amia is typing...

Amia: Maybe tomorrow...

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"Akiyama?" I heard a blue haired girl say in front of me.

"Yes? What is it Hoshino-san?"

A karaoke room setup surrounded us, something I would usually be all over but recently had no interest in.

"You've been awfully quiet lately... Is something the matter?"

"Oh it's nothing..." I spaced out with a distraught expression, "Well nothing major at least."

"Well, um... to start up a conversation, how are your group members doing? You know... N25?" she awkwardly questioned.

"Oh, yeah... you first..."

"Oh... ok." she shot me a worrying look, "My band mates started to perform at more venues. I also actually started dating one of them. You probably know Saki Tenma. Speaking of, how's Shinonome-san? You used to talk about her a lot."

My chest started to hurt. Not here, not now! I begged.

"Yeah she's fine..." I could only get a few words in, much to my distraught, before a singular petal fell into my tea.

Ichika looked slightly surprised yet calm and looked deep into my eyes.

"You like her... don't you Mizuki?"

I stared down at the table, afraid to admit the prospect I had succumbed to. I was pathetic. I could even talk about her, let alone say her name without getting sick.

"Hanahaki's Disease... I'm familiar," she paused, "How long have you known?"

"About two to three weeks." I quietly responded, much different then my normal outgoing persona.

She stared at me blankly, got up from her seat and began to tear up slightly.

"You need to tell her soon, or else... you might not survive the reciprocal."

And with that she left.

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Ena's POV:

It had been weeks since I'd properly heard from Mizuki. Yeah sure I've gotten the occasional, "I'm fine" or "Maybe tomorrow" but I can't help but worry. Ichika had called me to check in on them, so it gave me double the reason to go.

As I approached their house, a small rose petal fell in front of me.

"Strange... I wonder how roses can grow in such cold weather outside." I thought to myself.

I rang the doorbell and waited a minute before realizing there was no answer. Second ring, same response. As I knocked on the door, it inched open slightly. Her door wasn't locked, weird.

I stepped inside to find a path of blood stained white rose petals scattered around. I was shocked and had many questions, which began to make me scared for Amia's health. I headed up the stairs cautiously, making sure not to fall.

"Mizu...? Hello? Are you here?"

I approached her room door, the trail of flowers ending there.

"Mizuki, I'm coming in."

No response.

I swinged open the door to find a room scattered with blood and petals, broken appliances everywhere, and right in the middle... Mizuki's unconscious body.

Was I too late...?

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For the next few hours all I could remember is an ambulance and being questioned by police. I resided in Mizuki's room until I was awoken by a faint voice.

"Ena...?"

I instantly perked up, wondering the state of them.

"Mizuki you idiot... Why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"

She coughed slightly, "Because I didn't want you to worry. Making people worry about me is my biggest fear."

I started to tear up, "You could have told me you had Hanahaki Diseaseb I'd understand I promise!"

"But what if you didn't...?"

"What..?"

"What if I did confess to you and you turned me down? Things would have been awkward and eventually you would have lost interest. And I don't care what you may say, I'd rather die then not be by your side."

I began to ugly cry, the kind of tears you make when your really passionate about something. And in this case that thing is Mizuki.

"I'd go through endless amount of coughing fits just to stay by your side. I'd repeat every last petal if it meant we'd be together..." she weakly smiled, her eyes beginning to close.

"Mizuki, no... please don't..." I cried, tears rolling down my face.

"I guess I waited too long huh..." they sympathetically looked at me and held my hand," ...at least I can happily say that I closed my eyes with you next to me."

With that, her eyes fluttered shut. Leaving me alone, crying my eyes out, holding the hand of the body of someone I wished could be alive. Someone I wished to tell final words to.

"I love you Mizuki, you're such an idiot..."

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Word Count: 1177