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Denji had never felt these emotions before.
He lied on a sofa in Aki Hayakawa's Apartment, wondering, WHY.
Just yesterday he had let the love of his life run away on a train for her own life.
He had Makima though, right? Surely, she could help him through this. She’s the only girl that had not tried to kill him, but something feels off. Himeno was his friend then the next day she died. Reze was the only one who understood him, but she’s gone. He will never see her again.
He started to rip his hair out of his head, his scalp aching at the thought. Is Makima a bad person? He had asked Aki and he said no but something is off.
A withering bouquet lay forgotten on the kitchen counter, a box of tissues lying next to Denji, used tissues in a semi-circle on the floor around him.
The door jingled “HELLO MORTAL!!” Power stormed into the apartment and noticed Denji lying on the sofa, with red eyes and tears running down his face. “WHAT IS WRONG MORTAL!!” Power stormed over to the sofa “TELL ME NOW!!”
Not long after a second figure appeared, Aki Hawakaya, noticing the shrivelling mess on the sofa. “Denji what's wrong?” Aki walked over to the sofa placing his shopping bags on the kitchen counter next to the withering flowers only now noticing the flowers. “Denji what happened?" Aki sat down on the sofa next to Denji, gently hugging him.
“I, I, I thought she was the one.”
“You mean the girl who blew up half the city?”
“She loved me.” Denji rolled over on the sofa and faced the other way so Aki couldn’t see his face. “She loved me something must have happened.”
“Denji...” Aki’s faced twinged into sympathy, he thought Denji would get over bomb-girls death as quick as he did Himeno’s. “Denji, you need to realise she was using you Denji, she wanted chainsaw.”
Denji suddenly grabbed Aki’s neck “SHE LOVED ME AKI!! I LOVED HER!!!”
“TOP KNOT” Power cried, jumping onto Denji pulling him off Aki. “MORTAL DO NOT ATTACK TOP KNOT, HE PROVIDES FOOD!!”
Aki choked, his throat quickly widening “DENJI CALM DOWN!!”
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE AKI” “I WAITED FOR HOURS FOR HER; I WOULD HAVE WAITED FOR ANOTHER WEEK; I WOULD WAIT TO ETERNITY TO BE WITH HER”
Aki’s eyes widened, he had never seen Denji this angry. “Denji please”
In Denji’s mind there was a typhoon of emotions that he had never felt Love, Hate, Sadness, Envy and most importantly Confusion. Why did she not turn up, why is he attacking Aki and WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO HIM.
“Denji” the typhoon stopped, silence echoed. That was a voice Denji had not heard in a long time “Denji” Denji turned his head to see an orange sausage shaped dog, a small chainsaw in its head.
“Pochita...”
“Denji... You need to stop.” the dog trotted closer “The door in your dreams.” the dog blinked and looked up at Denji “Tonight open it.”