Ain't My Fault (DRA/SDRA2 One-Shots and Short Stories)

OC ; Let Down

  " Micaela...just disappeared..." Hajime looked down, as the rest of the class seemed distraught over the fact that their friend had suddenly disappeared.

  " We have to call the police! We-we'll file a missing persons report!" Iroha stammered out as Hajime glanced away.

  " She hasn't been gone for seventy-two hours, so we can't file a report yet..." the boxer stared down at the ground.

  " She'll show up eventually! She always does!" Hibiki said hopefully, smiling soon.

  " Hopefully..." Hajime mumbled, looking at Kasai in silence.

***

  Micah stared solemnly up at the night sky, silent as her white coat flapped in the breeze. She glanced down soon and sighed.

  She had been in two killing games, and had failed to stop a third one. Though, everyone was able to be revived from the three killing games, she still felt guilty.

  The redhead had met someone, a girl named Miora and the two had hit it off. They had a fake wedding during the killing game, and were planning something else to come. They were planning to start a family...but it wasn't possible.

  Miora had been killed to lure Micah to the third killing game. Miora was revived, but she had no memory.

  Now, she was working for the Kisaragi Foundation to try and prevent anymore disasters from happening.

  She continued staring up at the night sky, feeling complete regret. She had failed as a person, as an Ultimate.

  She failed as a friend.

  Micah looked at the gloves that covered up to her elbows, slowly taking them off and staring at all the old scars from the killing games and self hatred. She sighed, quickly putting them back on.

  She glanced down at the building she was standing on top of, smiling slightly when she realized it was a boxing arena.

  The redhead stood in silence once more as she fiddled with the necklace that Miora had given her. She smiled weakly, hanging onto the side bars tightly. She could jump and no one would miss her. Her class was probably graduated and had forgotten all about her, she wouldn't mind.

  Micah shook her head, stepping back and went back inside the building, running down the stairs and making sure to avoid everyone.

  She was so close to the exit until she hears footsteps behind her.

  " Micaela...?"

  The redhead tensed, slowly turning around and giving a weak smile," Hey Haji," she said quietly.

  " You're alive!" Hajime didn't hesitate to hug his old friend, shaking slightly as the redhead nodded.

  " Yeah, surprisingly. I survived three killing games..." she mumbled gently," Well two...I tried stopping one...but I failed."

  " You were in a killing game as well?!" Hajime gasped, stepping back.

  " You were in one...?" Micah asked quietly as the boxer nodded.

  " Yeah...the entire class was..." he looked down," I murdered Yuri...b-but it was all a simulation...I felt terrible..."

  " It's okay Hajime..." Micah said quietly," I should go..."

  " No, you are staying and watching my match. We spent years looking for you, because the police didn't do shit?" Hajime frowned.

  Micah sighed," Ill stay...but then I have to get back to the Kisaragi Foundation..." she mumbled as the boxer eventually smiled and took her hand, pulling her along.

  The redhead smiled slightly," Sorry for being a let down..." she laughed quietly.

  " You are no let down, because you're part of our class...now keep up, everyone's gonna be happy to see you."