𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

☙ 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚠𝚘 : 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 ❧

⚠️ WARNING: gruesome imagery ⚠️
Suggested song: Washing Machine Heart (slowed)

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"Bold of you assume we're letting you die, Haru."

Yarhar's ears perked up, as her eyes widened slightly. Trying her best to move her head, she looked up at a camera that was directed right towards her. She stared at it in surprise, realizing it was Dazai who spoke.

"Dazai?" She asked, wanting to make sure.

"Your request is denied, and it's also a bit useless to do it." He spoke again, his tone serious enough to make the female acknowledge that he's not joking. A hint of irritation crossed her face, as she narrowed her eyes in confusion. "What do you mean, my request is denied? It wasn't even a request. It's a must-"

"Nope, nope it's not." Dazai interrupted, purposefully getting his voice closer to the mic, annoying Yarhar's sensitive ears. She hissed at the sudden loudness, followed by a sudden coughing fit. Atsushi tried to help her, before he glanced at Akutagawa. One second of eye contact was enough.

"You know, Haru?" Dazai spoke softly.

"Losing you was never an option to Yokohama, I think you know that."

With that last sentence, Rashoumon charged towards the countless chains, snapping all of them in one move. The metal surrounding her aching body parts fell to the ground, causing a loud sound of crashing. Yarhar fell into Atsushi's arms, as she began breathing heavily due to her throat finally being free from the restricted air access.

Atsushi was very careful as he held her, not wanting to push the knives any further into her body. He couldn't care less about getting too close to her poisoned skin, as he adjusted her so he could take out the blades. While Akutagawa used the black beast to open her wounds to make it easier, Atsushi used his tiger arms to take the poisoned daggers one by one, starting with the one in her chest.

He clutched the hilt, looking at Yarhar to get confirmation that she's ready for the pain. She couldn't do much, she only slightly nodded her head, grunting at the sensation that sent pain flashing through her body. Atsushi comforted her as he took it out, throwing it across the dark room.

The action was repeated over and over, but it made Yarhar too tired as the end was near. The amount of blood she was losing and her aching body made her unable to move at all. Not to mention the effects of the poison and her nearly severed lung. When the last knife was discarded, she was tearing up from the pain. She touched her chest, feeling her warm liquid tainting the back of her hand. She whimpered, unable to heal herself.

"It's okay, it's temporary, it won't last forever." Atsushi reassured her, trying to help her. Akutagawa wrapped Rashoumon around her bleeding chest, trying to restrict the bleeding. Yarhar's glassy eyes gazed on the black sash surrounding her chest, careful as to not tighten around her. She clutched her left part.

"My lung hurts like hell...." She muttered, feeling her tears on her cheeks. Atsushi only gave Akutagawa a certain, sharp look before he pressed the female close to his body, gently tracing nameless shapes on her back.

"Go to sleep, Haru." He whispered softly, "I'll be here when you wake up."

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