No P.O.V
He was gone, he was gone, he was gone. It wasn't like Rantaro wasn't expecting this, he just didn't know it'd be this soon. Oh how he desperately wanted to curse and curse everything, but there wasn't a reason to be angry. His sisters inevitably left him when they were pronounced dead, he didn't really have any friends and even his dad would rather drown himself in his job than to look after him. It was great. Korekiyo's forgotten promise just washed down into the fucking drain.
Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks and weeks felt like small eternities. He hadn't seen him in so long. It broke him in such a careless way that he didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to do. Rantaro tried calling, texting, hell, he even filed a missing persons report!
Idea.
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"Father?"
Today was the one day Rantaro's father would be at home. Rantaro did not find himself spending time with his father, it was rare for any of the two to initiate a conversation.
"Yes... Rantaro?"
His father hesitated, as if he had forgotten his own son's name. Well, it wouldn't be much of a shock. Rantaro never expected much from his workaholic of a father.
"Do you have Korekiyo's parents contact numbers?"
Rantaro's father made a confused face. What- no, who was Rantaro talking about? Korekiyo? When had he heard of such a person? Had he failed to give Rantaro the proper attention he needed?
"Rantaro... who is Koreki-"
There was screaming. An outburst of the anger and insecurities that he had been hiding for the longest time. Screaming and crying from a child who was beyond help, one who he didn't know how to help. But Rantaro was his son. So he had to try to understand.
"Dad! You don't even know who my best friend is! You don't remember a thing! You know what? I wouldn't expect much anyways from a father who can barely even remember his own son's name! Your horrible, you know that? Horrible, horrible, horrible! Why can't you be there for me, even just sometimes? But no, you're out here frolicking with your job that keeps taking you away from me!"
Rantaro was vulnerable, betrayed, numb and anything that fit between. He needed to take it out on something, it wasn't his dad's fault! It never was! But would it have killed him to make some time with his own son?! Rantaro was repetitively hitting his fathers chest, tears rolling down his face, showing no signs of stopping. His father somewhat understood. He let Rantaro hit him, only to embrace Rantaro in a warm hug.
Rantaro hugged back, a pain still ringing in his heart. He sniffled;
"E-everything... is being taken from me.. w-why me? What did I do?"
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The next day Rantaro came to school. Still no Korekiyo. He kept on wondering and wondering if a goodbye would've made his leave better or worse. However, he did not think Korekiyo would be coming back anytime soon. He couldn't help but laugh. So it was a lie, right? Was it all a lie? Did everything they had mean anything to the other? It was so funny. He should never had believed anyone.
And so Rantaro put up so many more walls. Anything, just to hide himself from.. whatever. Getting hurt, danger, pain. All of the things he had enough of. But one last thing, one last try. He'd ask the teachers for Korekiyo. Just.. a bit of information. Something, anything. Just.. please.
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Rantaro plodded to the teacher's office. He stood in front of the school secretary, patiently waiting for her to put down the phone. Just a quick inquiry. An primary one.
"Hello, how may I assist you?"
"Um.. I have a question about a student. Korekiyo Shinguuji?"
The secretary let her fingers wander the keyboard, inputting the name, only to frown. She tried again. Rantaro could see from the reflection of her glasses. He wasn't crazy, right? He.. he isn't crazy. Korekiyo exists at this school right? He goes here, he sits with Rantaro at lunch, walks to class with him. So why.. why did the database say otherwise..?
Search results for "Korekiyo Shinguuji":
0.
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Rantaro wasn't fucking insane. He wasn't crazy. Korekiyo is real. Korekiyo is real, real, real. He is. He must be... If he wasn't, who was it that comforted him all those nights? All those times of adventure, happiness, sadness..? Who, who, who? Rantaro Amami was not crazy.
He was sure of it.
After the secretary inquiry, he had ran out of the office, scared, anxious, panicked. He ran out of the school, ignoring all the weird stares aiming him. He couldn't do anything but sob. He cried and wailed. He wandered around aimlessly. A person without a goal, nor destination. One who just wanted to get lost.
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Rantaro sat alone in a dark alley, sobbing and feeling sorry for himself. He's a fool. A fool, a fool, a fool. He had curled up in a ball, face hidden in his knees. Everything was empty. His tears, Korekiyo's words, his heart, his voice. He couldn't scream anymore. He was tired, so, so helplessly tired. Exhausted, drained. Whatever you would call it. And with perfect time, he heard it. The voice he was be longing for.
"Hello, Amami."
It was Korekiyo, looking more... transparent than usual. So he was right. Everything... was fake.
"You're a lie. You lied to me."
Rantaro looked up to see an dull face. Those eyes no longer held the same comfort they used to make them feel. Those were the eyes of a liar. A cheat. A fake existence. Korekiyo remained quite the mysterious individual. You could never tell behind his mask.
"I did. I'm sorry."
No, he's not.
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Author note:
Hey guys! I'm sorry this isn't the best chapter, I just really want to move on because this part was really boring for me..
But thank you everybody for reading this far! I'm happy that some are enjoying this..!
By the way, this book is nearly done and I will be releasing another amaguji fanfic after this one! The next one is a Royalty AU.
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Fiksi PenggemarEverything felt so.. real. So why.. why was it not? ~~~~~ Franchise/Fandom: Danganronpa (v3) Ship: Amaguji/Amaguuji (Rantaro Amami x Korekiyo Shinguji) Art: Ministarfruit on Tumblr! Please check them out, they are an amazing artist! ~~~~~ Warnings...