g o n e

gone // off

Miyoshi has been off; so far before the idea even slipped in Hatano's mind.

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(Death called and he answered, loudly.)

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It's almost feels like a dream.

A nightmare, to be exact.

His train collided and his memories are a bit fuzzy but when he finally understand what has happened to him, there's a metallic pole piercing right through his chest.

Pain, pain, pain, pain. All he can feel was pain.

It hurts, god, it hurts- but Miyoshi smiled. Trembling hand up in the air just enough for him to peek into, he grabs his collar, marking it with his blood, leaving it blood stained.

The spy breathes out white. Now his job is over and he just lays there, waiting for the death to pick him up.

Heavy eyelids close then open immediately; it's almost like if he close them a second longer he will never open his eyes ever again.

Because the only thing he wants to do was to close his eyes. His eyes feel really, really heavy. He wants to close his eyes but he can't, as much as he wants to do so. He needs to make sure that he had done his job with no single trace left; because if he left any small mess behind and the Germany finds them out - that Japan, a country they affiliated with, was spying them - surely it will leads a war.

Miyoshi threw his head back.
He needs to distract himself.

He recalls all the memories he has. Childhood, his parents, his childhood friends, his siblings, everyone from the D-Agency, the spies teasing each other back and forth, cracking intelligent jokes, nights spent playing cards, the faces of his friends, his brothers-

He blinks. Suddenly there's a single liquid running down his cheek. No, he can't cry too - what spy cries when they were about to die?

His death was counted as the kindest death for spy and he needs to be happy that he can die peacefully without suffering from the tortures the enemy give him, or something like that, but-

He doesn't want to die yet.

Not here, not now, not like this.

How pathetic.

Now he will dies and buried in a foreign country. No one really knows him nor cares about him-of course, he needs to limit his relationship with the others. He will be buried and the name etched on his tombstone wasn't even his name. He will be buried, his family won't even know about this. He will be buried and no one will ever place any flower on his grave, for nobody knows his existence on this world.

(He will be buried, dead; but now he doesn't want anything but to be alive.)

Miyoshi knows really well that his line of job was really, really dangerous and he can be killed anytime; and of course, he already fully prepared for that, but when it happens, it feels much more hurt than the sensation of the piercing pole on his chest.

If he can choose, he wants to live, to survive. But then again, who he was to choose? And beside, he might get captured if he did survives and when that happens, no one can make sure he can escape from the enemy. He might get tortured and in the end, death was all the same.

(He doesn't have another choice beside death.)

Miyoshi feels like laughing. Well, whatever happen happens. He was the one who chose this job himself.

(It's actually feels amazing how quick he accept his death.)

His vision slowly blurring out and he tries to keep his eyes opens. He had done all his job and now he can go. He imagines what faces his fellows would make when they found out that he dies peacefully, instead of suffering on the enemy's tortures. Will they be dissapointed? Angry? Sad?

His consciousness faded away.

Miyoshi had done his job and now he can rest in peace.

He has no regret.

I'm off, Yuuki-san.

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still waiting the day i stop crying over this little shit