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It was dark, the only light in the room from the moon shining through the thin curtains. It was cold, the air heavy and the room silent as the two girls stood in complete shock and horror at the scene before them.
It all happened in a flash. One minute Natsuki was being brutally beaten by Papa, and the next Yuri was attacking him...
...
...With a knife. And now... here they were.
She was shaking. Her body still ached from the beating she had just received, but that seemed like the very last of her worries in the moment. Yuri had- he was-
“You... killed him.” Natsuki managed out, voice barely louder than a whisper. Yuri stood there, not saying a word. The tension in the air was suffocating, "Yuri, what... are we gonna do?"
Yuri swallowed down the lump in her throat, leaving a bitter taste behind in her mouth. She didn’t know what to do for once in her life. She had always been so thoughtful, so attentive to her future and always had a path picked out. This, however, had not been planned. She had acted in anger, the sight of her closest friend being beaten too much for her to handle, and now they had ended up in this dreadful situation. She was just trying to help...
"I-I don't know. I don’t, I didn’t mean-"
"What do you mean you don’t know?!" Natsuki snapped, "You just killed my fucking dad!"
Yuri whimpered, reaching down to wipe her blood stained hands off on the skirt of her uniform. "I-I don’t know what to do, Natsuki. Do you think that I planned this? Do you think that I wanted to..." Yuri shouted back, fists balled up as she desperately fought back the urge to pound them down onto her thighs repeatedly, a bad habit she had picked up in order to try and stop harming herself in...other ways.
The tension in the air was thick. Natsuki needed to throw up, blood was everywhere, she couldn’t think clearly.
There was a deafening silence between them for a moment.
"He was hurting you..." Yuri finally whispered, her voice weak. Her eyes filled with tears, threatening to fall at any second.
"So? That doesn't mean you should go and murder him!!"
"I-I didn't mean to! I was just trying to scare him... I n-never meant to..." Yuri trailed off, the tears finally spilling from her eyes. She collapsed to the ground, landing in a pool of warm blood
Natsuki felt sick. The metallic scent of fresh blood that filled the room was definitely not helping with that.
As much as Natsuki was upset with the girl, she couldn’t help felt bad for her as she watched her break down like that. She knew her friend, and she knew how fragile she was. She knew she was still in shock too, but she couldn’t shake off the fear and hurt that she was feeling. It was only normal to be upset when your friend had just murdered someone. Although she was incredibly distressed, deep deep down, she felt a hint of... relief? She immediately felt guilty for thinking like that, trying to shake off the feeling, but...Papa was a horrible person who hurt her in so many ways. It wasn't like she was happy that he was dead, no, but she wasn't— opposed to the idea of him not being around to hurt her anymore? Now Yuri, who didn't even mean to kill him , was having a breakdown on the floor right where his body lay stiff and cold, and Natsuki couldn’t stand to watch the sight for another second.
"Yuri..." Natsuki sighed, swallowing back the bile in the back of her throat. How exactly were you supposed to comfort someone after they had just murdered your abusive father?
“…I’m sorry. I-I’m a monster. What have I done?” The purple haired girl managed through her tears, rocking back with her face buried in her hands.
"Yuri! You're not a monster!" Natsuki gasped. After a moment of silence, she sighed, trying to push down the feeling of uneasiness that was plaguing her, "L-Look, I'm sorry for being so harsh. I don't mean to sound like a bitch right now, I'm just... scared, and I'm sure you are too."
"I am. I really, really am. B-But... I'm sorry... So sorry." Yuri sniffled, looking up to meet the pink haired girl’s eyes.
"...It's okay." It wasn't okay, but what else was she supposed to say? She wanted so badly to scream and cry, but that wouldn’t help the situation at all.
Besides, the last thing she wanted to do was anger Yuri right now. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a bit scared of the girl, could you blame her? Her father was dead. She had murdered him. This wasn’t just a minor mistake, something that she could be easily forgiven for. No, this was an absolute major fuckup. Neither of them would ever be able to recover from it. They would be probably caught within a few days and shipped off to jail for the rest of their lives, and if they weren’t, they would carry the guilt with them forever. It was a terrible situation no matter how it played out, and she was so fucking scared.
Yuri stood up shakily, “W-we need to get rid of him. We need a plan.”
”I know,” Natsuki winced, trying to brainstorm ideas, “What do we do?”
"W-We could try and pass it off like he ran away. Or a s-suicide."
Natsuki took another look at her fathers body, and shuddered at the gruesome sight. Yuri hadn’t just stabbed him once, she stabbed him a dozen times, most of them being in his heart. No person would have the strength to stab themself that many times, so Natsuki didn’t think that would be at all believable.
"...I don't think the cops would buy that as a suicide. A run away might work though. We just need alibis."
Yuri nodded, pausing to think for a second, "Y-You and I were having a s-sleepover at my house to prepare for the festival as we're both in the literature club. W-We designed a couple banners and posters, baked some cupcakes, ate some dinner and then s-stayed up late watching some movies. We both went to sleep by 12:00 am. We never left the house once that evening."
"Wow, sounds like you had that planned out." Natsuki awkwardly laughed, only half joking.
"N-Not really." Yuri muttered, turning her head away as she buried her face in her purple locks.
"It's good. It could work. We need to make some posters and cupcakes though."
"Y-Yes. And we should try and get rid of our clothes and fingerprints, a-anything that could link us to the c-crime."
"R-Right."
Silence fell between them. Natsuki wanted to throw up, she wanted to run away, she wanted this to just be a bad dream that she would wake up from in the morning. Unfortunately, it wasn't. It was undeniably real. Her fathers body laid a couple feet in front of her, cold and still, and covered in stab wounds, ones that were inflicted by her best friend.
"Yuri...?" Natsuki questioned, turning her attention to her friend. Yuri stood shaking in the middle of the room, her eyes glossing over again as she stared at the terrible mess she had created.
She snapped her eyes away from the scene, shaking her sudden negative thoughts away from her mind, "Y-Yes, Natsuki?"
"W-What's gonna happen to you— to us ?” Natsuki whispered. Yuri couldn’t reply. She didn’t want to face the reality.
Yuri sighed as she began taking off her blazer, “Let’s get to work.”