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pregame AU
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Kokichi and Shuichi are put in a mental institution together... What's their story? Do they make it out? And... could they be falling in love? And does someone finally break?
(smut warning)
I trembled on the mattress I was laying on. I had no idea why I shook (x3) but-- it was a feeling I had never felt before. No. I'd felt that before.
When my stomach would not stop lurching.
Blood pouring out.
I stood up.
"Kokichi?"
"Yeah?" He looked at me.
"I-"
I sniffed. I don't think anyone- anyone. Has seen me break. But here I was, the tears streaming down my face, the blood building up inside me. "I am breaking."
He looked confused, laughed, almost. "What?"
"Kokichi, I'm dying."
"What?!"
"No, it makes sense... it's obviously for a reason. My best friend died. I will be leaving soon. Kokichi?"
"Yes?"
"I love you."
I hugged him, holding him tightly against my chest.
"Bye."
"Bye."
(Kokichi's POV)
I watched as the love of my life tumbled to the ground. My mouth just parted, wanted to scream, wanted to sob, but as I saw his eyes close, I knew that he had to. Something about it. Something familiar. I fell to my knees and held his hand, shaking it gently.
"very funny," I whispered in a small voice. "Very funny!" I yelled, shaking his hand violently. "Please, Shuichi! You're hilarious! I swear! Please!" I grabbed his shoulders and shook him.
"Shuichi, no... Please, no." I put my hand on his chest, wanting to feel the beautiful life inside him. A heart that could beat for me. But there was nothing. He was drained.Colder than a ghost. A spirit. A demon.
"THIS ISN'T OVER DAD. YOU TOOK HIM AND YOU KNOW HE WASN'T READY!!" I screamed, and I knew he was listening. I pounded my fist on the ground. He can't take away the only thing I care about. My fist ached and I just collapsed in my tears.
"Dad, please..." I stood up, ready to join him.
I just screamed his name.
"SHUICHI"
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This can't be over yet.
(suicide lol)
I had to go with him. If he was sent there for my dad, I had to. I had to be the moon to his night sky. A rope. A noose. Without a hope.
And I-
I was cut off.
I was dead.
A noose around my neck, I floated towards the sky. Then I felt myself cascading down.
