True Happiness (rewrite version)

Bloodied white wings (Red and Black Clash 8)

AN: The next part. Hope you enjoy it!

To remind you:

"Hi!"= Talking in English

"Hi!"= Talking in Japanese

"Hi!"= Words on signs in English

"Hi!"= Words on signs in Japanese

Hi! = Narrator

Hi! = Flashback

'Hi!' = Thoughts

"Hi!" = Talking in flashback

"Hi!" = Talking on the phone

Hi! = Words on paper (unless it's at the beginning or end of the chapter /it had POV written beside it)

(Hi!) = Author-chan talking

Disclaimer: DCMK doesn't belong to me; it belongs to the great Aoyama Gosho. I only own the story and the OC~

Narrator pov. Continuing~

Irene arrived at the kitchen and poured herself some water.

She sat down by the counter with the cup in her hand, sighing.

She looked down at the water's surface, taking slow sips.

But her thoughts didn't stop like she hoped they would. Getting lost in her mind.

Her mind continued to assault her with how little she had helped since she came around.

Of how her attempt to get an advantage over the Organization ended up bringing danger to herself.

Of how the only person who could relate to her situation of being in a different world that used to be fictional was now gone.

Of how the so-called second chance to spend the rest of life with her best friend was gone...

And she couldn't even do anything about it. 

More and more memories of the times with Miyuki, both in childhood and after, started coming up.

The first time Miyuki died, she had promised to keep in contact even when she was in a different country and died on the plane there.

This time... This time Miyuki promised that she'd be fine and won't leave her again.

Both promises... Broken.

Neither time was her fault.

"She's cursed! I tell you. Nobody wants to risk dying by befriending her."

Those familiar words...

They replayed in her mind again, making her set the cup down.

Maybe they were really right, after all

Maybe she really was cursed.

She turned her gaze to the drawer where she knew the knives were.

There was really no use in pretending, was there? That she only came down here for a stupid cup of water.

She stood up from the counter and reached for the drawer, opening it and taking out a big enough knife.

Those thoughts wouldn't stop.

This pain would never stop.

And with Vermouth still after her, how could she be sure she wouldn't cause Edogawa and the others around her to die too?

She couldn't live in a world without Miyuki or anyone from her past family.

Not again.

Holding the knife tip a bit ahead of her heart with a bit of a shaky hold, she took a deep breath.

"I'm coming, Miyu..." She mumbled.

She pulled the knife close, intending to make the stab in her heart physical.

There were footsteps heard.

Blood splattered.

And she gasped.

But not from pain. 

It wasn't her blood; the knife didn't reach her chest.

It was stopped.

By a hand holding the blade.

She froze as, despite the dark, she recognized the dark blue eyes that were staring down at her.

"K... Kuroba-kun...?!"

AN: Done! Hope you guys liked it!

Phew, that was close! She almost did it.

Good thing Kaito got there in time.

But ouch, his hand though.

Let's hope that's enough to stop Irene from trying to do it.

So what did you guys think? Did you like it? Which part was your favorite? Hope to see your feedback soon!

That's all. See you next chapter!

Stay sweet, my fellow anime lovers!~

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