Antagonist | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 58

Fluffing writer's block goddammit.
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The air smelled of petrichor and freshly manicured grass mixed together, a scent that made Nagito's nose wrinkle.

T-minus one hour. A mere one hour before Hajime would die, before Nagito would fail his mission.

He was running through the empty streets at an alarming speed, careful not to slip on the puddles.

A soft tapping of heels came from above him on a nearby building as the pair of feet jumped from one rooftop to another.

Nagito smiled. So Byakuya had kept his promise after all.

Now, where was that warehouse? Nagito swore that it was around here somewhere. Well, this place looked somewhat familiar to him at least.

His jade eyes scanned the concrete floor, trying to find the opening that had led him out of the basement.

A large gray lump materialized in front of his eyes as he ran toward it. Prying it open with a crazy amount of strength he never knew he possessed, the young man heaved the cover off of the opening, revealing a dark tunnel leading underground.

The same pair of feet he had heard earlier above him tapped softly against the concrete. With a beckoning hand, the white-haired boy urged the person to follow him into the hole.

Faint water droplets leaked out of pipes and onto the floor with a soft-sounding noise. Rats crawled about, their squeaks echoing in the tunnel.

Using bits and pieces of his memories, Nagito found the blocked doorway leading to the torture chamber.

Taking a deep breath, he rammed himself against the door, attempting to knock down the boxes piled behind it. Again and again, he did so, his side throbbing in pain.

A hand placed itself on his shoulder. He turned to look at the girl who had assisted him here.

With a swift kick to the iron doors, the purple-hair braided girl broke down the doors, her tongue rolling out in amusement.

"Hurry up, pretty boy," she said with exasperation. "We haven't got all day."

The pair barreled through the discarded boxes just as a scream tore out from inside the room.

Hajime's scream.

Quickly, Nagito checked the time on the watch he had taken from Byakuya.

Three hours and thirty minutes left.

Two minutes until he could execute the plan. It was too early to act out now.

Breathing heavily, the servant and the bookworm waited behind the scenes, Nagito's impatience growing thinner by every second that ticked by.

Another bloodcurdling yell erupted from inside, but this time, it was in rage. Glass shattered against the floor, creating twinkling sounds as it exploded.

A torn laugh echoed around the room and loud a thump followed after.

Everything was silent for a moment, and Nagito knew it was his time to act.

Toko was the one who struck first. With a crazed laugh, the serial killer jumped into the room and threw gleaming scissors at a certain black-haired man who was occupied in gripping an albino's throat.

Instinctively, he dodged, the weapons embedding themselves into the white walls behind him instead. In doing so, he had dropped the limp body of the past Nagito Komaeda, who was at this point too tired to move.