Kessoku Kokoro | A Bocchi the Rock Fanfic

Christmas Chapter: Under the Mistletoe (Part 3)

"Have you guys seen Nijika?" Seika asked, looking around for her younger sister. 

"I thought she went with you guys," Kita replied, starting to get worried. 

Not as worried as Hitori who was frantically looking left and right for her leader. Ryo, meanwhile, was trying to call her using her phone. Only to receive no signal whatsoever. PA-san was looking outside the building. Unsure and frantic.

Something just put a chill in Tokumei's spine.

He doesn't like it. 

Not one bit.

"I'll go look for her," He said, running across the streets trying to find his blonde bestie.

"Be safe you hear?!" Seika called out before muttering: "Where could she be?"

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There was an odd looking alleyway. Of course it's an alleyway. It seemed familiar though. He looked at the walls and saw the dried bloodstains. Ah. Right. This is where he broke his hands. Not his proudest moment. In fact, he actively cringes at the memory. 

He rushes before tripping on something. He falls face first onto the concrete. He could feel his skull make contact with his brain for a second, but he simply resisted the urge to get knocked out. He looked at what he tripped on...

Or rather...

Who he tripped on.

"Sis?" He asked. 'No. Sis doesn't tie her hair up like this.'

He moved the body. Checking it's pulse. And upon further inspection. She was a he. And if anything, he's freezing to death. He picks up the stranger, taking off his hoodie and wrapping it around him and rushes to the nearest street. So that he can find a taxi or something to get him to a hospital. Or at least somewhere where he can get help.

Maybe a nearby security guard.

Or someone.

Anyone.

There was something odd though. The moment he left the alleyway. And the moment he steps on the sidewalk. Everything seemed to turn black for a moment. The stranger disappeared. And he was left alone in the freezing cold. 

Snow was everywhere as far as he could see. Nothing else but himself and the frigid wasteland. He could barely feel any part of his body. But he saw something. Smoke. A puff of it. He walked towards it. Heavy footsteps against soft but horrifically cold snow.

Eventually, he managed to reach the source of the flame. But he didn't feel any warmer. Not one bit. He saw two fires. One blue. Burning brightly. One pink. For some reason. Was this a chemistry thing?

Or was this some sort of toxic lab experiment that he started to stumble into? 

He looked at the fire source. Maybe they were burning metal. Or a gas. 

But then, instead of the cold. He just felt dread. 

Incredible amounts of dread as he saw that was served to be the fuel of the fires wasn't wood. Stone. Or gas.

But rather...people. Burnt to the crisp. Unrecognizable.

He looked around. Trying to find whoever's responsible for this. Only to find a dead cat alongside a familiar blonde.

Nijika.

Nijika.

Nijika.

Nijika.

Nijika.

He forgot about freezing. For a second. Only for a second. He couldn't even cry. He was too much in a state of shock. He simply knelt. Crawled. Like a baby. He moved Nijika's corpse. Once. Twice. Thrice.