FOUR
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doing 2k words per chapter helped me alotta
so, here are the update days cus this last full week of school is gonna be one hell of a ride and my science teacher decided to throw one last quiz at us and i gotta memorize all 50 states of the US
Today, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday...
Hopefully-
(Haha hope)
WARNING: Minor swearing bc Haji bean is an aggressive boi
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"Cut his wings."
No.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
How could he have been so naive? He should have known- at least could have been able to infer from the lifestyle in the Afterlife that deeds like this would have been consequential.
"IT WASN'T HIS FAULT! STOP!" Hajime hollered at the top of his lungs, his limbs attempting to jerk free from his restraints.
I warned you. Izuru said blandly.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Hajime growled at his older brother. "MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL AND HELP ME OUT!"
Sorry. I don't deal with the supernatural.
"IZURU. KAMAKURA."
But Izuru was gone, leaving Hajime wallowing in a pit full of despair and fear.
The mafia lord could only watch as the Grim Reaper was harshly dragged to a table in the middle of the room.
"KOMAEDA! FIGHT BACK! DON'T LET HER USE YOU LIKE THIS-"
Junko stomped once, her face twisting into a scowl.
"Oh, for goodness sake. Shut your mouth." She flicked her finger at him, and all the air in his lungs escaped, his voice box seeming to have disappeared.
Nagito was shoved onto the wooden table, his arms locked behind him as his wings were pinned to the table by black claws on each side. He was forced to kneel on the ground, his body slouched over the table.
"Wait, wait." Junko snapped her fingers. "Turn him so that Hajime can see his face."
On command, the table was moved. and Hajime's breath caught in his throat when he saw Nagito, his glasses gone due to the excessive force used to detain him.
"Nail him to the table."
Holy shit-
The albino gave Hajime a weak smile, the smile he treasured so much. Yet it was also one that inflicted so much pain into his heart.
Then came the nails, rusted and sharp, against those delicate wings as they were hammered into the wood beneath them.
Nagito's smile faltered drastically, his top teeth biting against his lip, drawing blood.
Junko narrowed her eyes, dissatisfied with his reaction.
"Deeper."
Another sound of metal against metal.
Nagito writhed in pain, but no sound came out. His eyes were clenched and sweat dripped from his forehead.
"Deeper."
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Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic
FanfictionDeath has come to collect its dues and so, Hajime Hinata dies. He gets transported to the Afterlife and is sentenced to Hell for his crimes as a Mafia Lord. But how can he possibly fulfill his five-year sentence when his mentor, the Grim Reaper, is...
