Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 36 (Final)

It had been two words. The two last words Nagito had spoken.

Thank you.

He had mouthed it to Hajime before he plunged into that hole, never to return.

Hajime, with his arms tied above his head, stared down into the infinite abyss with shock, his throat hoarse from screaming Nagito's name.

He needed a reaction, a symbol, anything that proved that Nagito was alive. Half of him hoped that Nagito would pop out from below the surface and tell him that it was all a joke.

But nothing happened. There was no pale hand, no sound, no nothing.

Nagito was gone.

His mind blanked out and his ears blocked out all background noise. A wide, gaping hole expanded within him, devouring his soul and his heart. An empty hole, one that couldn't be mended even with time.

He didn't even have the strength to cry. The shock paralyzed his body and he no longer cared if his arms tore off from his body if he hanged any longer in mid-air.

Several heavy wing beats brought a part of his consciousness back to reality.

Gold filled his vision and the burning in his arms subsided as his restraints were taken off. Delicate gloved hands wrapped around his waist, carrying him back to the floor of the stadium.

Hajime fell to his knees, his voice emitting feeble sounds as he tried to form words.

A pair of armored shoes landed in front of him, but Hajime did nothing to make eye contact with the King of Heaven.

"Hajime Hinata," he spoke with authority, "Do you hear me?"

Hajime nodded once, weakly.

"What has happened to the Queen of Hell and the Grim Reaper has been a devastating accident. But we must act fast and fill the spots of these roles or the balance of the Afterlife will be destroyed."

Hajime's head snapped upward, his eyebrows creasing together in rage.

"Are you telling me to just forget him?!"

"Yes." Makoto showed no sign of fear or recognition toward the brunet's behavior.

"How can I just forget him?! He was the only one I cared about!"

"Listen," Makoto heaved a sigh. "You're to be the new Grim Reaper. Part of this role is to witness countless deaths. Consider this one as part of your training."

Hajime roared, swinging his fist toward the shorter male. His attempt was shown futile once Kirigiri stopped his attack a palm.

Realizing what he had done, the Mafia lord collapsed to his knees again, hot tears burning behind his vision.

"I... I can't just forget him. It's impossible! I just-"

A burning pain erupted in his cheek as his head snapped to the side, tears streaming down his wide eyes.

Gentle hands cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look into the stern but sympathetic face of the King.

"Forgive me. I chose the wrong words," Makoto smiled softly. "All you need is time. Time will heal your heart. And as a Grim Reaper, you will slowly be able to think less about his death once you've adapted to your role in the Afterlife."

"But..."

Makoto placed a hand on Hajime's head, wrapping him in a hug.

"I'm sorry for your loss, but we need to continue the work of the Afterlife or the world of the living will cease to exist. Okay?"