In the middle of the dark room, lay a wine red leather couch. In its center, a young man with unevenly short black hair, as if it had been recklessly cut in the spur of a moment. The knife glinted sinisterly in his hand, mocking him. A knife or a gun? The knife looks a lot more painful… but that means he’ll SUFFER. Yeah… he thought hesitantly.
“The knife’ll make you suffer too though. Such a hard decision…”
Kira turned his head slowly to the right.
“So, you agree? Yuuki’s gonna be pretty furious when he sees blood on the carpet.” Kira chuckled.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But what good is killing him if you don’t kill him right? He deserves more than a stab to the chest.” Killer replied.
“You seem to be enjoying this... Well, why wouldn’t you? After all, we’re enemies.” Kira looked down wistfully.
“Haven’t you realized? If you go down, we go with you. I’m supposed to be stopping you.”
“I thought of that possibility too. That’s why I locked up the others.”
“Haven’t you noticed?”
Kira raised an eyebrow at him.
“If you had the power to lock half of us up, don’t you think you have the power to stop Hakyuu?”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?”
“You’re going to kill all of us!” Killer blurted out unexpectedly.
“I’m going to do what I deserve!” he shouted back. They both sighed and calmed down.
“I’m just more of a burden than a help. Everyone’s better off without us.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Nani’s never coming back, Jay wants to kill me, Kiki’s going die pretty soon and I’m pretty sure Marsha’s really just some slave my dad hired to take care of me. Why? Because he knew we’d kill him and my mother. So, yeah, Killer, I’m pretty sure that erasing ourselves from existence will save a lot of lives and get other’s back on track.”
“Wow, you’ve thought this through.”
“What do you think I do in here?”
“Good point.” Killer chuckled. (S.N.: In one of their first encounters, Killer and Kira have the same little joke (last three dialog lines) but with switched roles.)
“Ah, that brings you back, doesn’t it?” he whispered nostalgically. Killer sat next to him and they both remained silent for moment.
“So, this is it, right?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry.”
“Well, at least go out with a slash.” Killer touched his hand and out of its knuckles grew golden claws.
“Killer… I-I didn’t know…”
“Come on, I can be nice.” Killer chuckled.
“…that you wanted out of the closet.” Killer’s smile slowly melted. There was silence for a moment.
“I’M NOT GAY, YOU DUMBASS!” he slapped Kira.
“Ow, that hurt.”
“Well, then next time don’t make those assumptions!” he said through gritted teeth.
“Next time let go of my hand!” Killer looked down at his hand for a moment. He slowly lifted off of Kira’s.
“Sorry.”
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Fade to Death
Teen FictionBorn of a vampire and a werewolf, 17 year old Kira Yuuki was never really accepted by either kind, feared by humans for being a monster, and hated by vampires and werewolves for being neither one or the other. Strangely enough, Kira didn't mind, for...
