Natsuri Oneshots

Wound (Angst)

"Y-You're not...going to....die...." Natsuki whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. Yuri smiled weakly, her eyes half-lidded. "I w...Wi..." Yuri struggled to complete a sentence. Natsuki shushes her, feeling warm tears roll down her cheeks. She took Yuri's hand. It was cold and soft. Natsuki whimpered. "The ambulance is...coming..." Natsuki mumbled loud enough for Yuri to hear. Yuri covered her stab wound with her hand and leaned into Natsuki's lips. Why did Yuri do this to herself?

Natsuki cringed, tasting Yuri's blood, yet she kissed Yuri back, desperate to spend as much time as possible with her. The ambulance hasn't arrived yet somehow. Natsuki pulls back and looks into Yuri's eyes. But she isn't blinking or moving her eyes. Natsuki checks her pulse. Nothing.

Natsuki's breath speeds up and she stands up. She feels her stomach doing backflips. She stumbles out of Yuri's bedroom into her bathroom and leans over the toilet. She feels the vomit coming up. And soon enough, she tastes acid on her tongue, both vomit and tears are falling into the bowl. After what feels like forever, it stops. Natsuki lays on the ground and breathes heavily, mumbling "Yuri." over and over under her breath.