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“Danmit! Still no signal” Mushitaro said, waving his phone around in the air like a madman. “Let’s face it” exclaimed Ranpo, “We’re not finding any signal out here” he pouted, crossing his arms.“We should worry about finding food first” piped up Poe. “He’s right,” agreed Mushitaro, “Loitering around isn’t gonna get us anywhere” Ranpo’s stomach growed, and he reached into his coat pockets in search of snacks, but none were found. “Crap, I’m all outta snacks!” He continues his pouting. Mushitaro sighs, he’d thought that a vacation would help him relax, but he ended up stuck on an island with these two idiots.At a time like this, Mushitaro wished he was at home with Yokomizo. The three of them agreed to spit up to go look for food, unfortunately nothing edible was found, however Mushitaro ended up finding some fire wood. They spent the rest of their morning building sand castles and playing in the water until late noon, when hunger became too much to ignore and the sun beat down on them. Mushitaro and Poe sat under some trees for shade,while Ranpo played in the water by himself. The two men sat in silence for a while.“We’ve gotta get food soon” Mushitaro spoke in a quiet voice so Ranpo couldn’t hear him. He stared at Ranpo for a bit, solemnly, and turned to Poe, “I’ve got an idea, but you might not like it," he said, ominously. He looked at Poe with a strange expression, Poe looked a little worried but nevertheless, he wanted to hear what Mushitaro had to say. Mushitaro leaned closer to Poe and whispered something into his ear that seemed to make him tense up with fear. “There’s no way we could ever do something so horrible to him!” Poe whispered back, scratching at his wrists nervously. “It’s our only chance at getting food,” Mushitaro replied, glaring off into the distance. Poe hesitated for a second then nodded his head. Later that day, when Ranpo had finished playing in the water, the three sat by a campfire for warmth, Ranpo had fallen asleep and so the other two were ready to execute their plan. They brought Ranpo over to the water and placed him down on the shore, where Mushitaro began to drown Ranpo. He struggled and tried fighting back but Mushitaro’s grip was too strong for Ranpo to tear Mushitaro’s hands.When he was unresponsive Mushitaro placed him back by the fire. “Fuck! What do we do now?…” Mushitaro groaned, he should’ve thought of something before he decided to just kill Ranpo. Before he could try to suggest something, Poe began to claw at Ranpo’s chest with his nails. Mushitaro looked at the scene in front of him half horrified, half surprised as blood spurted out Ranpo’s chest and stained Poe’s nails. “JESUS!” Mushitaro exclaimed, “Did you have to use your nails?!” Mushitaro said but got no answer in return. Just as Mushitaro was about to pry open Ranpo’s chest area, Ranpo’s eyes shot wide open and he let out a loud and panicked scream, tears streaming down his face. Mushtaro flinched. Shit, he’s still alive, but how? He thought. Poe went over to ‘comfort’ Ranpo, putting his hands around Ranpo’s neck attempting to strangle the detective, getting blood all over his neck. “it’s okay, it's gonna be okay, you’ll be okay, don’t worry,” Poe muttered. Ranpo’s muffled cries eventually ceased and his body relaxed. Mushitaro sat down next to Ranpo’s corpse and slowly peeled back layers of skin and muscle. Mushitaro just sat there and stared at the wet glossy organs peaking out through the wound on Ranpo’s chest, while Poe sat on the other side of Ranpo, again, scratching at his wrists and drawing a small amount of blood. Mushitaro reached his hand inside of Ranpo and pulled out his liver, disconnecting it from the rest of his body. Mushitaro then pierced it with a stick and roasted it over the campfire. He begrudgingly took a bite, and then another and quickly finished. One by one they cooked and ate each of Ranpo’s organs, only stopping when there was just flesh, muscle and bone. What do we do now? Mushitaro began to think, he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He felt sick to his stomach, he wanted to throw up but that wouldn’t help keep him full. “What now?” Mushitaro asked, receiving no answer, “say something already!” He glared. Again, no answer from Poe. Mushitaro scowled, and grabbed the other man by the collar of his shirt, forcing the two of them to stand. Mushitaro wanted to say something, to scream in his face or to blame him for all this despite the fact that it was his idea in the first place. Instead he cried, loudly. Why? Why did this have to happen? And why to me? Mushitaro never thought that one day he’d be forced to take someone's life, let alone someone he was rather close to. Poe wrapped his arms around Mushitaro, unsure what to say. He’d been silent since what Mushitaro told him under the shade a couple of hours ago, he felt conflicted about it. Of course he needed food, but was killing his only real friend worth it? Ranpo had been the only person who understood him, his only reason to live was to finally beat him. But now, it was all useless. Mushitaro pushed away from Poe, finally getting the courage to say what he wanted to. “This is all your fault! If you hadn’t killed him and just waited a damn second, t-then… shit.why?!” Mushitaro raised his fist and slapped Poe across the face. “I’m sorry, I-” “Sorry’s not gonna bring him back!” Mushitaro yelled before Poe could respond. “You know what, just shut up” Mushitaro retorted, “Or better yet, I should just get rid of you!” he added. “I-” “SHUT UP GODDAMNIT! I DON’T WANNA HEAR ANOTHER WORD FROM YOU!!!” Poe flinched but didn’t say anything. “It’s your fault too! It was your idea, "said Poe. “What did you just say?” Mushitaro reached his hands out wanting to strangle Poe before he could say anything else, taking the other man’s life in mere minutes. And there stood the sole survivor, hands and clothes soaked in blood. Looking on in horror at what he’d done. Mushitaro could never forget what happened on that fateful day.