ETERNITY (Accelerator, Gojo, and Regulus Corneas x JJK)

A Promise. (Rewritten)

Note: The art is not mine.

[Name]: "Speaking"
[Name]: 'Thoughts'
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(3rd Person)

Death.

Something expected yet unpredictable.

Death is what these three soldiers are facing.

One of the soldiers are dragging the youngest out of the trio.

The two soldiers in question are; Ryuma and Fukuma, with Fukuma being the youngest.

Fukuma got shot in the chest and leg and is unable to stand up, forcing Ryuma to drag him.

The three brothers are triplets with Ryuma being born 3 minutes earlier than Fukuma.

The middle child is; Yakame, with him being born 2 minutes earlier than Fukuma.

Tears falls from Yakame's eyes that is full with sorrow, as a bullet goes through an enemy soldier's head.

He tightly holds his silver cross pendant as he holstered his Beretta M9.

[Yakame]: "May the Lord forgive me..."

Ryuma drags Fukuma to a nearby wall, with Yakame following them.

Fukuma softly smiles at Yakame.

[Fukuma]: "It's not your fault."

[Yakame]: "What do you mean it's not my fault?.. The dozen lives I've taken, my hands painted with bloo-"

[Fukuma]: "It's not your fault, if you don't kill, you'll be killed instead."

Ryuma sighs while bandaging Fukuma's leg wound. As he looks at Yakame, he cannot blame the soldier for weeping after taking lives.

He also can relate to Yakame, as due to the war, he is now morally gray.

[Ryuma]: 'I'm tired.'

As Yakame was about reply, a hissing sound can be heard near them.

The trio immediately knows it's a grenade, and Yakame instants runs towards the source of the sound and covers the grenade with his body.

[Ryuma]: "WAI-"

The grenade went off, killing both Yakame and Ryuma.

Ryuma was hit in the skull with one of the shrapnel of the grenade, killing him instantly before he can react.

To say Fukuma is despairing is an understatement.

He lets out a scream full of grief.

A scream befitting for someone who lost everything he loved, someone who lost his reasons to live and move forward in life, someone who lost his only family.

All of the memories he made with his brothers are destroyed in a single moment, as a desolate feeling crept in.

His eyes full of devastation, as he grabs the only thing that remained of his dead family.

A silver cross pendant.

He tightly holds the silver cross as he takes off his bandages, deciding to die from blood loss.

Without a reason to live, he will gladly die to join his remaining family.

The only ones who didn't used him.

The only ones who didn't despised him at his lowest.

The only ones who cherished him.

Those "only ones" are gone.