KamuKoma Oneshots (Complete)

Poetry (angst)

TW: S/IC/DE, S/H, AND GOREY DESCRIPTIONS

Izuru's POV:
There he is...

"Kamukura, I don't want to talk to you anymore, go away," He whispered softly, well aware I could hear him.

"Do you really want these years to be over? Are you really sure? You know damn well we both love each other, and you never gave me a reason to break off, at least tell me why..." I sighed, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at him, giving him a cold glare.

"I... I don't love you"

"Liar"

"Please leave me alone..." he pleaded. I just nodded in defeat and walked away.

This shouldn't be hurting me as much as it is.

I opened a journal I always kept with me and started writing...
October 2, 2014;
Poetry? I've heard of it, but never tried writing it. I heard it's a healthy way to co

I looked at something else on my desk, then tore out what I was writing and threw it across the room.

October 2, 2014;
A red and white contrast
Crimson and flesh
A blade begs to be used
But a refusal comes from white
When red eyes meet grey
A spear to the chest
When green eyes meet blue
It confirms red's death

I put down my pen and looked at the object on my desk again.

A knife

I sighed and looked at the ceiling.

3rd person POV:
"Surely, if Nagito wants to be done so badly, he wouldn't mind"

"Hinata, be fucking quiet" Izuru yelled at himself. "You know I'm right"

"And I should trust someone who gave up every single bit of their identity just to be used by some academy? Consider this, the fact you're even able to take control of this body occasionally and speak to me is undeniably impossible, so you're either a voice speaking to me, or something happened and your consciousness is awake again"

But Izuru was right, Hinata never existed in his mind...

Just simple illusions...

"But, we both regret all these decisions... so take the knife... and allow me to guide you..."

"Fine"

Izuru shakily took the knife and followed the instructions of the voice.

"Impale your left hand.."

Izuru did as he asked himself to do, barely flinching at the immense pain, but disgusted by the blood.

"Cut your thighs..."

Again, did as asked, the pain starting to catch up to him as he started crying in desperation for this torture he was inflicting on himself to be over...

But he could no longer control his body, or that's what he believed.

He didn't wait for the voice to instruct him, he just started repeatedly stabbing himself in the stomach, ready for this to be over. He screamed at every sharp thrust he inflicted on himself...

...And he finally went limp.

Nagito's POV:
I heard screams from Kamukura's room, and when I went in there...

I immediately fell backwards from the shock. Seeing someone I loved in such a state...

This... is my fault

My fault, my fault, myfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfaultmyfault!!

I screamed, I yelled, I sobbed. I couldn't move, I was just stuck in a position where I was forced to see this awful sight.

I noticed he had his journal open, and I wanted to read it...

Die Die Die Die Die Die

i..

want to die...