You're different-- Kokichi Oma x Shuichi Saihara (Oumasai)

i'm in paradise with death 3,:

(Shuichi's POV)

As I sat there, waiting for my roommate to get back, I noticed something. His backpack was unzipped and laying there on his bed.

I couldn't help myself. I reached in and tenderly took out Oma's notebook, my black painted fingernails brushing slightly over the plaid and purple cover. I wrongly opened it. The chicken scratch was barely legible, I had to squint to see it to see it. The purple ink was running out, and I could barely even tell some of it was there. I finally flipped through the pages enough to find what he had written last night. I read the words carefully; pondering over each one, reading his sweet and careful lettering. I was about to close it, but I hesitated. I had to let him know I felt the same way. So I did what anyone would.

I wrote a note. I just quickly took my pen and jotted down a little message.

"I agree. -Shuichi"

I forcefully shoved his notebook back into his backpack, accidentally chipping my nail polish. "Damn," I whispered to myself.

I then sat on my bed and texted Hatsune.

Me: helloooooo

hatsunii: oh, we're texting now?

Me: shut up, miku.

hatsunii: hows your boyfriend?

Me: he's not my boyfriend... yet.

hatsunii: omg what happened why is there a yet wohjlsxfdkfjkjls

Me: calm down god damn

...

Me: fine okay so he wrote this like long and elaborate thing (for meee) and it was all about how he was all so in love but maybe he wasn't and he would never have me but i was so beautiful and he wanted meeeee

hatsunii: lol

Me: that's it?

hatsunii: i'm coming over

Me: wtf

hatsunii: now

Me: no please don't do the egg thing

hatsunii: ;)

Me: no don't pleease

hatsunii: shhh i'm trying to concentrate.

---_+_---

Oh boy. She was doing the egg thing. I just had to look for her now... There weren't many places she could be, to be honest. The drawer, maybe. I heard a ding.

In his backpack. oops.

Ugh. That's the second time I'd have to look in Kokichi's backpack. I searched around and felt something that felt like an egg. I took it out, expecting one, but right in front of my face... I saw a buttplug. Blushing madly, I shoved it back in and took out the real egg.

"Good job, idiot!" I heard a small voice yell.

"Hey, Hatsune." I put her in the middle of the floor and watched her hatch. The egg pushed outward and shattered.

"Ew-- it's all slimy." She said, trying to wipe off the thick layer of slime off her once all the eggshell had come off.

"This is why you don't do the egg thing," I said, rolling my eyes. "Now, why are you here?"

"I-- 'm sorry..." She bowed her head in shame.

"Why?" I snarked.

"I-I'll be... L-leaving soon, anyway." She sniffled.

"Hatsune?"

She looked up at me. "Shuichi, I have-- I have... Shuichi, I'm dying."

I felt the dread slowly fill up in my lungs, a liquid that suffocated me. "You... you what?"

"I know I should've told you earlier."

I sat down. Hatsune had been my friend for so long-- I couldn't afford to lose her. And here I found myself planning to.

She sat down next to me, hot tears running down her face. She inhaled, and something appeared in her big eyes. She let out the biggest shriek I'd ever heard, hurting my ears, breaking the fucking window. A shriek full of pain. She fell to the floor, gripping her chest, scraping it, trying to take off her shirt to release the raging hurt she was experiencing. My ears began to ring, but I rushed over to her, screaming myself. Screaming for my ears.

Screaming for Hatsune. I held her and felt warm vomit soak my shirt. I lay her down gently on my mattress, she was limp. Too tired and weak to do anything, but her face still in an agonizing emotion. She began to throw up more, not even moving her head. A slight drizzle of blood came out of her mouth when she coughed. I picked her up again, and walked out, letting her hoarse voice scream-- or try to scream-- as hard as it could. A nurse saw her and grabbed her out of my hands, a disgusted and horrified expression on her face. I went back to my room and stripped the bare mattress.

i'm choking. drowning in my own misery. my best friend- whom i had loved for so many years- now had veins running out of blood. now had eyes that could no longer see. for all i knew, she could be throwing up her own stomach. i wanted to tell her how much she went to me. how all the stars in anyone's eyes-- in the sky-- could not begin to count how much she meant to me. you used to say "you're my best friend, shuichi! let's keep it that way forever!" before wrapping me in a warm and fragile embrace. soft as a feather, yet as easy to break as a heart. i agreed. i still do. i want to be her friend forever. i wanted to see her pretty tears-- not tears of pain, but tears of happiness. tears that showed she was alive.

i say the door open. i didn't listen past the creak. i knew what happened. really, i just didn't want to accept it. i wanted to hug hatsune and smell her vanilla-rose shampoo, put my head on her shoulder, and just tell her that she was really, really important. but hatsune no longer had a shoulder that was able to support me. she had a shoulder that wasn't enough to support herself. her charm was unexplainable. she said i didn't want to be like her. didn't want to see the things she'd seen. feel her unexplained and unnoticed bruises. she's only 16, yet her walking has ended. i wanted to walk with her, but now i was alone. in a way, i would relive that moment forever, being able to say something, anything. 

yet, i knew i wouldn't handle that. couldn't. i couldn't see this beloved girl who i used to know die. over. and. over. but maybe it'd be worth it if she was alive again-- at this point, i don't care what state. if she's alive, she'll still shine like lightning. her laugh like god, her brain like a diamond. but that velvet that used to coat her, her huge glowing, will fade away. she won't have a barrier. it'd be her against the world. but this time, i'd be there with her.

i won't say bye yet, hatsune.