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Once he was arriving back home late from the local arcade, Fuuta kept his hands buried in his pockets, feeling smug about himself. The ordeal with KILLCHEROY had been more successful than he thought. People were going after the girl ever since he revealed her location on the internet. Always serving justice, and always the hero.
Although it was never about that, now that he thinks about it. Fuuta understood thoroughly. Her post wasn’t that bad, objectively. He just wanted to play the hero against someone who didn’t do much wrong. He just wanted his peers to validate him, knowing they acted disgusting towards her. But they were his friends, weren’t they?
As he walked on the sidewalk, he knew her house was on this street. He scoffed. Stepping closer and closer, he could hear someone talking. Just one person.
Now just right in front of her home, he saw many people gathered in the backyard of her home wearing all black.
“We gather here today to mourn the loss of—“
Fuuta’s heart sank. He froze on the spot, unable to do anything else but stare at the funeral happening before him. It couldn’t be that—….he didn’t. He didn’t do anything. He swallows, feeling panic rise up within him.
“No..no..!”
He breaks into a run and gets away from the house. It didn’t even matter if he looked ridiculous right now. What did he do!? What was he thinking?! Inciting bullying on someone who was a child compared to him…
Fuuta’s breathing quickens as he comes to a stop in front of his own house. He wipes the sweat off his forehead, staring at the ground with horror.
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Upon entering his home, he completely ignored his father as usual and went straight to his room. He takes out his phone and places it on his nightstand while removing his baggy jacket and black mask from his face.
Then, after putting the clothes away in his closet, he grabs his phone. It was blowing up ever since he started walking home. Fuuta was wondering if people were still talking about KILLCHEROY. His heart pounded while thinking about her. A feeling of fear, that is. As he walks over, turning off the light and settling down in his bed, he turns his phone on.
But he notices something wrong with all the messages he’s getting. They weren’t…praise. They weren’t appreciation.
Fuuta stared helplessly as all the notifications started accumulating rapidly. They were sending in faster than he could read them. He covered himself around a blanket pathetically in the dark of his room, as his mouth drops open in horror. The brightness of the screen was the only source of light.
Despite of how fast the messages were coming in, there was a phrase that appeared on each and every one of them.
KILLCHEROY IS DEAD.
He swallows and sets his phone down shakily. “No…fuck…shit…shit shit..shit! They all know,” He let out a horrified sound and buried himself underneath the covers childishly. “I..I didn’t…”
It wasn’t his fault. It couldn’t have been. This guilt he was experiencing so suddenly…it had to be wrong. Maybe he was just shook. Anyone would be after someone dies, right?
And yet, it wouldn’t go away. The feeling in his chest screaming that he incited her suicide. He took the pictures of her house, and revealed her address all over the internet. She got death threats, horrible messages from his peers and…
Fuuta grabs his phone frantically and opens up the photos app. He finds the couple of pictures he took of her location and deletes them. “No..no…”
“Oh god…” He mutters, practically trembling out of sheer terror. Fuuta slumps down to lie back on the bed, staring into the ceiling with his quick breathing and heart pounding. As he closes his eyes, he felt the vibrating of his phone against his chest.
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After many weeks passed, Fuuta stopped interacting with his friends online since the incident. He didn’t even want to think about their reactions. Getting someone killed? That was too far, wasn’t it?
But they played their part too, Fuuta thought. They exacerbated the bullying if anything. It wasn’t entirely on him. He wasn’t even the one to bully her! It wasn’t something he did.
Those were the things he kept telling himself. And although he was starting to believe them, there was still a feeling deep down telling him that it was his fault. Fuuta knew better, and yet, he couldn’t admit it. The blame couldn’t possibly be on him. He couldn’t live with that guilt.
So, in the end, it wasn’t his fault. Why would he blame himself for something she chose to do?
Shit. That sounded awful. It made him look even worse. Even more cruel. He felt his head throb slightly from a headache he was experiencing right now. Fuuta could barely even look at his phone all week long.
But now, he felt a little more confident to do so. Hesitantly, he grabs it from his pocket while taking a stroll on the street with his usual black and red jacket along with the mask. Ignoring the floods of notifications was hard when they were still coming in.
Fuuta opens his feed before seeing a story about an 18 year old girl who landed in the hospital after falling nearly three months ago. He ignores it, moving on with all different news articles before seeing one about KILLCHEROY.
His eyes widen at the realization. He wasn’t just going to live with guilt no matter what he thought, he was probably going to face charges, get into court, and ultimately be sentenced to god knows what. The thought sent him to panic once again.
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Fuuta groaned in pain as he woke up, suddenly. What the hell? What was he last doing? He couldn’t remember.
But when he opened his eyes, the environment was unfamiliar. It was a room. A blank, sad, and blue-ish grey-ish looking room. It looked too much like a…
“P-Prison!” Fuuta gasped, jolting at the realization. When he did, he felt his movements to be limited as he flinched. He looks down at himself and notices all the black double-sided belts covering his chest and shoulders over a white uniform, noticing the red ones on his arms and lower stomach.
“Fuck…what the fuck!?” He stands up, feeling uneasy in this uniform. Was he in some sort of insane asylum? That was all he could manage to theorize with the white uniform. His eyes widen as his breathing fastens. “No way…no…”
He steps foward to the wall and kicks his leg against it with a loud thud. Fuuta huffs and heard someone yell on the other side before stepping back in terror.
“What…the fuck!? WHAT THE FUCK!?” He shouts in horror. Then, he averts his shaky gaze towards the doorway, before running towards it as best as he could in the uncomfortable outfit.
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Yuno smiled and waved to her doctor before leaving the office and walking down the hall. She had never thought that she would ever lie to them about herself. She was ashamed, and yet, there was something she was afraid to be true.
Recently, Yuno was experiencing headaches, dizziness, nausea, and whatnot. At first, she didn’t understand why, and went to visit her doctor about it. But then came a question.
“You’re not pregnant by any chance, right? Or have had sexual intercourse recently? Every now and then some women have no idea…it happens.”
She denied it. She firmly said no, despite knowing it was the complete opposite. The question made Yuno afraid that she was pregnant. The thought disgusted her. If her family found out about this? Her job? Society would frown upon her. A disgusting whore she was.
That day, she decided to visit a local pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test as dread filled within her.
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After waiting a day for results, she stood by the subway to wait. Yuno grabbed the pregnancy test from her bag and shakily lifted it up.
It showed a plus sign.
She felt her heart drop instantly. She was pregnant with someone’s child. Yuno wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to be ready for the parasite forming within her. She took a few steps away, trembling, before covering her mouth. She felt nauseous.
Yuno ran towards the public bathroom and into the bigger stall that contained a mirror. She regurgitates in the sink and stares at her reflection with horror and disgust.
“I…I…”
She tears up and lets out a scream.
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Later that day, she already understood fully what needed to be done. Yuno checks the watch on her wrist, the look in her face deadpan and stoic. She walked forward and stepped onto the stairs towards a gate. This was illegal.
She squeezed past it and walked towards the abandoned warehouse, taking the stairs up to the roof floor. Yuno couldn’t even think, as her movements were automatic. Her head spun with dizziness still, the effects from earlier not wearing off at all.
Why was she like this? Seeking comfort in others even though the act of it was reprehensible? Yuno felt shame. Disgust. And ultimately, horrified. She was horrified at what she had done to her life. What she had came to be. The sex life just sprout out from nowhere, and it was an addictive drug she couldn’t get off of. And even then, she couldn’t fully grasp what was wrong with her. Not yet.
Yuno climbed the last step, and went towards the edge of the railing. There would be people that would miss her, she thought. Her family, little brother, friends, some of her clients…maybe. No. They couldn’t care less about her and she knew that. She stared up at the bright blue sky, the sight almost mesmerizing despite the look of exhaustion and fatigue in her expression.
It would be better if someone like her didn’t exist anyway, she thought. If society would despise someone like her, then she should disappear. She shouldn’t live just to indulge in her vile desires.
Yuno leaned forward slightly, feeling the dizziness get worse. Her thoughts convoluted as she began losing consciousness. The fatigue was getting to her, along with her racing heart that was close enough to practically kill her.
She gives into her fatigue, and falls off the edge.
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She woke up to hear the buzzing of fluorescent lights and a few people speaking. Yuno shifted her position, before hearing the steady beat of her heart. Her eyes widen.
What was she doing here? Did she fall off? She couldn’t remember.
“A-Ah…” Yuno groans as her entire body was hurting.
“Looks like she’s awake.” One doctor says, urging the others to crowd around her. “How are you feeling?”
She gazes at all of their expressions before sighing. “Fine…” Yuno spoke dismissively. “Wait…” Her eyes widen as she remembered how she was pregnant. Was the baby hurt?
One of the doctors took a long breath. “You’ll recover soon, however, we noticed you were just a few weeks pregnant. The embryo didn’t survive.”
Yuno froze for a moment. She shot them a blank expression, unable to gather her feelings. While she was happy to have it gone, part of her wished to go down with it. Why did she survive, while the baby didn’t? Was Yuno a murderer for this?
“I…okay…”
Was all she could manage to utter.
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Months later when Yuno recovered, she could barely speak to her family nor her friends anymore. She was ashamed, knowing they all probably heard what happened to her a while ago.
Every now and then, when she goes to sleep at night, she couldn’t help but wish she could’ve died with the baby. The prostitute industry didn’t want her anymore because of the scars on her body from the incident. Yuno felt betrayed and unloved once again, the coldness returning to her.
She felt empty, like a shell of a person. She had nothing to live for anymore. She had nothing. No love, no warmth, nothing. Yuno was nothing.
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Yuno woke up suddenly, feeling lightheaded as she adjusted her gaze. The blankness of the room left her startled, sitting up abruptly. She felt herself involuntarily lean back from restraints of some sort. As she looks down at herself, she realized there were black belts surrounding her body.
Yuno’s eyes widened as she slowly stood up. She looked around the room warily. She wasn’t kidnapped, was she? She felt dreadful at the thought and stepped forward, before hearing a loud BANG on the side of her wall.
She cries out, stunned by the echoing sound, and backs up against the other wall. Just where was she?! The restraints couldn’t have been anything good. Yuno’s mind went to all sorts of horrible things.
Then, all of a sudden, as if things hadn’t gotten weird enough, she heard someone’s voice outside.
“Prisoners, all your cell doors are open! Please meet out here, everything will be explained to you poor souls.”
A mocking laugh was heard.
Yuno steps forward towards the door, hesitantly opening it and just barely peeking out to see a rabbit in the middle of the corridor. She steps back for a moment, wondering if she was finally going crazy.
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