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The door shut behind the prosecutor, leaving Akira with his thoughts, impatiently waiting for what was to come.
Goro Akechi would shoot him in this interrogation room, and eliminate the leader of the Phantom Thieves. Or so he would think.
Even though the boy was certain he’d survive due to their plan, he couldn’t help but feel anxious about this whole ordeal. Hell, he almost forgot the entire plan and what he was supposed to convince Sae to do! And even if he wouldn’t hurt, Akira did not look forward to being shot by someone he cared deeply for.
He tried his best to remain still in his seat, praying that Sae had shown Akechi his cellphone on the way down to the interrogation room. Akira fumbled with his hands, trying to pass the time before suddenly, the door creaked open.
There he was— the famous detective prince, accompanied by the guard standing outside the room, in the doorway with an unreadable description on his face. The thief wanted to know what he was feeling.
Did he regret this moment? Or, was he waiting for this moment to come?
Was he ready to shoot a bullet into his skull, after everything that they’ve gone through? After everything that he said to him?
Was Akechi ready to let go of someone who wouldn’t let go of him?
Once the door closed behind the two of them, only the three of them inside, Akechi didn’t waste any time in stealing the guard’s gun and putting a bullet through his chest. Akira’s breath hitched, the impact of the body hitting the ground and blood starting to pool from the wound made his chest feel tight.
The light Akira was used to seeing was no longer present in the detective’s eyes, until they set themselves on him. A smile curled onto the brunette’s lips that felt almost real, if it weren’t for the dread in his eyes.
“Hello there. I’ve come to rescue you.” Akechi said, a slight bubbliness within his tone. But as quick as it came, the smile faded from his expression and that tone was far gone. “That’s what you were hoping I’d say, was it?”
Akira felt as if his heart was in his throat, the gun lowering and he watched him pull down one of his gloves, a smirk curling on the boy’s lips. “You truly never fail to bore me, Akira. It made using you and your friends even more worthwhile.”
He could sense that it wasn’t a lie. Well, most of it. Akira wasn’t certain of the meaning of his words. He rarely was in the first place. Soon enough, Akechi walked closer to him and pointed the gun up to his head.
“Case closed,” he chuckled softly. “this is how your justice ends.”
The boy was staring straight into the muzzle, his hands shaking as he waited for him to pull the trigger… but it didn’t happen immediately. He looked up at Akechi, feeling his heart sink at the look in his eyes.
They were welling up with tears. The glossy layer was forming on top of his eyes, and Akira could now notice his grip becoming loose on the firearm. He was hesitating. Why? What was stopping him when he was so close?
After what seemed like an eternity, Akechi’s eyes shut and he slightly lowered the gun. Akira felt relief rush over him, seeing the slow rise and fall of the brunette’s chest. He wasn’t going to shoot him. Was there hope aft—
The detective’s eyes shot open, devoid of emotion or color as the gun pointed at his head once again and Akira felt the bullet go right through him.
He was such a fool.
Akechi turned the lock to his apartment door, his left hand pressed against it while the sound of his briefcase crashing with the floor resonated through his ears. He parted himself from the door and unbuttoned his coat, letting the suppressor fall from his coat and roll across the floor, hurriedly shrugging it off his shoulders and hanging it up on the coat rack.
The hole in his chest seemed to grow ever so wider, the feeling of nothingness sitting at the bottom of his stomach once again. The voice in the back of his head was getting harder and harder to ignore, collapsing on his couch and tugging on his tie.
You killed him.
He’s gone because of you.
He’s not coming back.
Akechi let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the world resting on his shoulders. Akira Kurusu. A name he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget until he met the end of his life. A name that would come back to haunt him every night before he fell unconscious.
Why? He kept asking. Why did you have to get in my way?
He yearned to get rid of the feeling that was consuming him, it wasn’t supposed to be there. Akechi should feel relieved right now. He was getting closer and closer to putting a bullet through that poor excuse of a father he had. He should be happy.
He shouldn’t want to see his face and hear his voice again. He couldn’t, anyway.
Despite it, the next thing he knew was him pulling out his phone from his pocket, searching mindlessly for their direct messages. This was foolish. Akechi should stop thinking about him.
Akira
I’ll be counting on you, Crow.
I’ll see you tomorrow.
Akechi
See you tomorrow, Leader.
He could feel his heart ache, but still scrolled up to see their past conversations. Akechi was searching for that feeling. That feeling of euphoria when he was around that moron.
The brunette stopped scrolling to find a picture that was sent of the two of them. His eyes widened at the sight of it, almost immediately enlarging it onto his screen.
It was a picture that Akira took of the two of them at Inokashira Park a little over two months ago. Akechi was pulled close to him, bewilderment present in his expression while a bright smile from the black haired boy had blinded his eyes. Akechi remembered the presence of his arm around his waist when he took that photo, and he was too surprised to comprehend that a picture was being taken.
He pressed his lips together, closing out of the enlarged photo and his eyes were already reading the messages that were sent after the photo. Akechi was too focused on the conversation to notice that it was becoming harder to read the texts on his phone.
Akira
Your expression is priceless, Akechi.
Very cute, detective <3
Akechi
That was unfair, Kurusu-kun. I didn’t know you were going to take a photo.
Akira
What do you mean? I gave you enough time to adjust!
Akechi
I disagree. The gesture was too sudden.
Akira
So… you didn’t like it?
Silence speaks volumes, you know.
Akechi
You’re a pain, Kurusu.
Akira
That’s not a no, you know?
Akechi
I’ll talk to you later.
Akira
Wait, don’t go!
Are you free tomorrow night?
Akechi
I should be, is there a reason why you’re asking?
Akira
Come to Leblanc. Let me make you a cup. We could play chess again.
Akechi
Okay. I’ll be there.
Akira
Alright! I’ll see you tomorrow, Akechi!
Akechi
See you tomorrow, Kurusu-kun.
“Fuck,” He breathed out, seeing teardrops fall onto his phone screen. “Fuck.” He threw his phone to the side, burying his face into his hands. Akechi could feel his gloves getting wet from the apparent tears that were falling from his eyes, shuddering at the image of the criminal trash in his head.
It was getting hard to breathe as he muffled his quiet cries, and getting harder to push Akira Kurusu out of his head. Akechi wanted to hear his voice again. He wanted to smell the aroma of the boy’s coffee that he brewed just for him. He wanted to see his eyes crinkle the slightest bit every time he smiled at him.
He wanted to see him again so badly.
But how could he? How could he when he witnessed blood pour from his forehead and the life leaving his ever so bright eyes? He didn’t even think he could stand to look him in the eye again.
Akechi’s hands fell to his side and he leaned back to stare at his ceiling. It was less of a pain to breathe easily again, but it was still impossible to ignore the hurt that was consuming him. He wanted to hide again; to hide under the sheets of his bed and curl into a ball, hoping that the feeling of emptiness would escape him.
Akira Kurusu, the only person to ever make Akechi feel something was gone. And he wasn’t coming back.
It was all his fault. All his fault for falling for someone that he knew he would end up betraying in the end. But, what was done was done.
No matter how hard he wished, the boy he loved was gone. And Akechi had to finish what he started.