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In a quiet little town in the country of Japan there lived a couple. Their names were Kamukura Izuru and Komaeda Nagito. This young couple had been together for something around 3 years, or so they said. But in reality, Komaeda and Kamukura had just met. Then why did they live together? Why did they say 3 years? The answer is actually quite simple. Up until just a week ago, Kamukura had gone by a different name, Hinata Hajime.
Hinata was a run of the mill kind of guy that had a 9-5 job, a standard education and lived together with his oh so great boyfriend, Komaeda. They had met a year prior to becoming a couple, trough common friends. Hajime fell for the taller, white haired boy almost at first sigh, and luckily for him, Komaeda had felt the same. Not that any of them wanted to admit it for the two years, both of them being to shy, and insecure, thinking that the other wasn’t into boys.
One day, Hinata had built up all his courage and actually confessed to the other. He had been so nervous, on the verge of crying, but oh, he had actually said that he felt the same, and they got together. It was at this point that things had started to change; Komaeda’s beliefs had started showing. They weren’t anything too drastic; he just really loved hope and talent.
During the three years they were together, this had really started growing on Hinata Making him insecure and self-conscious about the fact that he didn’t poses any talents to bring ‘hope’. Until one day, the perfect opportunity had ben given to him: a surgery to make him into the ultimate hope, with every talent known to man. The brunette knew that this would change who he was, wipe away most of his memories, and change him as a person. Because of all this, he had decided to hide it from his boyfriend, only telling him that he was going to the hospital to get an in-depth examination over a few days.
Before long, the surgery was finished, and he had been allowed to go back home, as long as he came for occasional check-ups. The white haired Komaeda had noticed a difference right away, and he wasn’t happy at all about the fact that his trusted love had lied to him, but what could he do about it now?
Komaeda had been trying day and night to make the new man, Kamukura, interested. So far, it hadn’t worked out all too well. He had tried as best as he could to make the now raven man believe in hope, and how it could overcome any despair, but Kamukura would just say that it was ‘boring’, and talk about how he wanted to see if despair was more interesting.
To Kamukura’s delight, he had met a female, Enoshima Junko, who was all too eager to show this man the true delight of despair. She was like Komaeda in many ways, only that she longed for despair to concur all hope. The raven wasn’t at all interested in dating her or anything, he actually found her quite annoying, but he still stuck with her as a friend, wanting to experience this ‘despair’ she was talking about.
Not a long time passed before she met Komaeda, getting into countless fights after only a week, fights about hope and despair. She was sick of it already, sick of his ideals, how he was trying to make Kamukura believe in ‘hope’.
Some more time had passed, and the strawberry blonde female had talked Kamukura into running away to show him what despair felt like. Any normal person wouldn’t have done it; they wouldn’t run away from the person they loved when they hadn’t done anything even slightly wrong. But Kamukura wasn’t a normal person; he didn’t have feelings like others, he just wanted to find something entertaining, something unpredictable.
Kamukura hadn’t broken up with the taller man that was his boyfriend, he hadn’t talked to him about it, nothing. He had simply left a small note, saying ‘I’m leaving to see what is better between hope and despair. I left with Junko, you won’t find us even if you look’.
Komaeda had found the small note laying on the coffee table in their living room, instantly recognizing the handwriting of his boyfriend. ‘’What is this? Has he gone to the store or something?’’ he had asked himself as he picked it up. He had read trough it about five times before ultimately understanding what it meant. ‘’W-what!? Kamukura… what have you done? Why?’’
These were questions he now was asking himself every day. The Komaeda Nagito that was happily in love with Hinata Hajime and Kamukura Izuru was no more. Komaeda was a man with a fragile psyche, being affected by traumatic experiences in his younger age. He simply didn’t know how to cope with this. But who could blame him? His boyfriend had just left, with a person that he hated, not leaving him with more than a simple note.
This whole thing had broken his mind, and he was more unstable than ever. At this point in time, the whitenette was balancing between being mentally sound and ill. He had picked up smoking and drinking straight up vodka. The smoking wasn’t a small thing either, he would usually go trough a pack of 20 in just one day. And to top that all off, the drinking was just as bad. There were few moments of the day where he wasn’t seen with a lighted cigarette in his mouth, and an opened bottle of vodka in his hand.
But did you think that was bad enough? Oh how wrong you are. His overwhelming grief and unhealthy drinking habits had also left him with a sickly thin and pale body, and even hallucinations. Sometimes he would hear the doorbell ring, and even tho he knew it wasn’t real, but even then he would ask himself ‘’is this you, my love? Oh dear, come in and have a cup of coffee with me’’ Oh how he longed to see his lost love once again.