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floresmarique · 1 year

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Dragon & Bird (Last Boss x OFC!)

Hello! This is the first time i write about Alice In Borderland, but i got soo obsessed with the series that writing about one of my favorite characters was the only way that could help me release this obsession lmao.

Let me know if you'd like a part two!

WARNINGS: smut, mention of death, blood, use of spitting, use of dirty nicknames, loss of virginity, rough sex, unprotected sex.

Enjoy!

Anya didn't know how she ended up in Borderland.

All she remembered from the day everyone suddenly disappeared and life started becoming a survival game, was that she was normally doing what she always did; taking photographs. Anya was in Japan for two years to study, her goal was to become a polyglot and a turistic guide since she loved to travel and explore the world, it was the job of her dreams. Her passion, however, was photography and cinematography. She had short films and photographs of every place she visited and of the people that lived there. That material along with her curiosity of exploring, was everything that made her feel alive in a world were she almost felt invisible.

Anya ran away from her home as soon as she turned eighteen. Her relationship with her parents in her hometown wasn't exactly ideal and it was, in fact, abusive. She felt like they wanted to cut her wings off to let her stay on the ground with them, while Anya was a colourful bird full of life that wanted to know every single thing about the world that surrounded her. But they kept her in a cage, and a bird in a cage isn't natural and will always find a way to escape before dying of desperation and pain. Her parents liked to project the life they were forced to chose on Anya, the one of a doctor and of a secretary. But when she turned eighteen, they knew they couldn't keep her in that cage anymore and that it was her right to open her wings and fly away.

And that's exactly what she did.

At the age of 23, she had visited many places; India, France, Italy, Holland, Brazil.

And now Japan, which was her biggest aspiration since she started to travel the world. She was fascinated by the culture, their cinematography, their artists. The money she used for her travels were the money she saved during her teenage years, the money she never spent to go to parties and to shopping. She worked as a waitress after school hours and, somehow, she still managed to balance studying and working. Then, as she moved from city to city, she always found some little part time jobs to save other money. It wasn't simple, but she made it look easy with her nonchalant and carefree attitude. The people she met were always admired by her when she told them her story, but she was too humble for admiration. With all the money she saved, she could finally afford to study in Japan. She could already speak four languages fluently and was now learning Japanese. Anya never liked to stay in a place for too long, and didn't even like to get too affectionate to the people she met because there was always something that made her want to move away. She in fact struggled with relationships with boys, because they always seemed to bore her out or not understand her at all. Same thing with friends. She was a lonely bird that liked to fly in the big blue sky alone without a destination. While she was in France, she met a middle aged man that was an astrologer and told her that her way of wanting to escape and her need to travel to live to the fullest was all because of her Sun sign being a Sagittarius. It made her laugh everytime she thought about that since she had always been sceptical about astrology but she considered that little encounter part of her experience.

But Anya was having trouble leaving Japan, and not only for her studying but because she found herself to be perfectly comfortable there, it was like she could picture her whole life in Tokyo. Of course even Japan had flaws like every country in the world, but there was something about those city lights at night, about the many photographs she took of the people passing. Each told a different story. She couldn't really explain it, but everytime she went out of her apartment for a quick smoke, she couldn't help but to feel a warmth spread in her chest, a sense of joy that she never felt. But also a sense of emptiness in the depths of her sould.

Everything changed on that day.

Anya was taking photographs after a lesson of Japanese. The sun was high and shining on the population that was busy with their lives. Anya was taking photographs with one of her many cameras, which that time was an old Polaroid. She clearly remembered of taking a photograph of a man with messy black hair that didn't look well groomed and a beard, he had empty droopy eyelids and made eye contact with Anya after she snapped a photograph of the man walking infront of her with plastic bags that probably contained groceries. The man walked as if he didn't own his own height, it almost looked awkward and it made Anya wonder about his story. Then, as she was about to move the camera out of her sight to concentrate on the rest of the streets, she noticed that everyone mysteriously disappeared.

That's how Anya ended up in the Borderlands and found herself fighting to stay alive between mortal games and people you couldn't easily trust. During her stay in Borderland she ended up at the infamous place called The Beach, where the main purpose was to collect every single card from the games and live the moments outside the games freely using methods like partying all night, drugs and sexual intercourse. Anya preferred to live her days there only because it had doctors that could help people with injuries after games, bedrooms to rest well and food. All she had to do was follow the rules and stay away from the militants. However, since she was the only non - japanese person in there, she unconsciously had many eyes set on her, the militants ones included. Some people rationally thought that she was probably a tourist and she ended up there just like them, but Anya also had to physically confront people that thought she was the brain behind all of that blood and death only because she was a foreign. She often found funny how quickly people change when their life is at a risk. But she couldn't judge; they were all humans that didn't know what the heck was happening and tried to find comfort in everything. She still had her Polaroid with her, taking photographs at that point was her way of calming down. Death didn't scare her, but dying without knowing what real love and life felt like surely did.

Even the fact that she had a mane of dark blond curly locks was the object of many stares. Usually some people asked her nicely if they could touch it, and she always said yes because she loved to see that kind of curiosity in humanity, especially in the Borderlands.

As she played more and more games, Anya realised that not knowing for how long she would be alive made adrenaline pump in her veins like it never happened before. It was even better than travelling, the thrill of putting yourself out there to survive. But she didn't like to kill and, when and if she had to, she always preferred to let the person die in a peaceful and non painful way. Why was she still fighting to stay alive to the point of killing? Because she asked herself: "Would i be happy to see the memories i created till now to pass me by while i'm dying, do i still have things to do?" and the answer was yes.

She was fighting for the love she never experienced, for the carnal desire she never had, for the emptiness she wanted to fulfil. And every night before sleeping, she would observe the photographs she took on the last day in the normal world and she would always get a lump in her stomach whenever she spot a person in the photos that she saw die before her eyes. One night, she concentrated more on the photo of that man with the droopy eyelids and she swore to herself that he reminded her of someone that lived at the Beach. Then one day, as she found herself staring at the militants transport someone new inside the mansion, her eyes fixed on the tall tattooed man with a katana on his back. She recognised the walk and those same droopy eyelids that were now surrounded by black ink. Anya decided to take a photograph of him with her Polaroid and, as soon as she snapped the photo, the tattooed man met her eyes. He sent her an intimidating gaze, but then walked beside Niragi and left.

That night in her room, Anya confronted the two pictures; the same lip shape, same cheekbones, same shoulders and eyes. Everything matched.

It was him.

She wondered what made him change so drastically on the outside, but she could still see the same sadness in those beautiful droopy eyes. Anya put the photographs away, hiding them in a notebook she always kept as a diary to document her days in the Borderlands. She then decided to head out of the mansion to smoke a cigarette by the pool, surrounded by drunk and high people that tried to suffocate their sufferance in partying all night.

As she drowned her feet in the warm water of the pool, she lit up a cigarette and looked around, meeting the gaze of the tattooed man that stood beside Niragi and other militants. She heard that people called him 'Last Boss' because he looked like a character out of a videogame, but of course that couldn't be his real name. Anya noticed how Last Boss couldn't keep eye contact with her, in fact he quickly looked away and adjusted his posture. She then caught a glimpse of Niragi winking at her with his pierced tongue out and she furrowed her eyebrows, taking another puff of smoke from her cigarette.

"The fact that you caught their attention is bad." She heard a male voice say behind her and, when she turned her head around to see who the person was, she noticed it was the blonde haired guy named Chishiya. She partecipated in some games with him, his intelligence and nonchalant attitude kinda intrigued her. But they never spoke before that night. Anya scoffed, smoke escaping her nostrils.

"I'm not scared of them. We're all fighting to stay alive here, them included."

Chishiya smirked at her english accent. His eyes reminded Anya of a cat, a sultry one. During the rest of the night, Anya drank two or three cocktails and decided to dance a little since it had been a long time since she last joined a party. Plus, everyday needed to be lived as if it was her last one. And it could really be her last.

When she got tired of dancing, it was already 2:00 AM. She wasn't fully drunk, but a little tipsy for sure as she walked towards her room with half closed eyelids. As she almost reached the door to her room, she heard footsteps behind her and she quickly turned her head around, trying to maintain her guard high.

Last Boss was behind her, katana in hand but Anya didn't back away not even a bit. He got closer to her, his movements almost looked like the ones of a tiger ready to attack a gazelle. When he finally got enough close to her to look at her hazel eyes, Last Boss aimed his katana to her throat but she didn't flinch.

She gulped, her fastened heartbeat betrayed her cold appearance.

"Why do you take photos of me?" It was the first time she heard him talk. His voice was deep and monotonous.

"I'm a photographer. It's what i always did even before ending up here..." Anya affirmed, his dark eyes looking her up and down. He slightly blushed when his eyes landed on her messy bikini top. "...and i think you are an interesting subject."

Anya had always been straightforward, but the alcohol made that characteristic of her more accentuated.

"How so?" Last boss asked, katana still under Anya's chin.

"I saw you on the day of the fireworks." She gulped before speaking again. "The day everyone disappeared, i saw you minutes before ending here."

He looked down in confusion, trying to remember that day. Last Boss tried to remove all of his memories from the real world, being Last Boss was his new identity. But much to his disgrace he remembered her, even before she mentioned it. How could he forget? She was a foreign that easily drawn attention. He slowly removed his katana from her body and she sighed in relaxation.

Looking at him up close, Anya was starting to feel a certain sensation growing up in her stomach, something she never felt before; desire. It was his eyes and the shape of his lips that looked so soft to the touch, she remembered thinking he was beautiful even when he had that beard and those unkept hair. And she also noticed the way he was looking at her, with flushed cheeks and eyes that tried to look at anything but her body.

"Last Boss." She called him, her accent sending him off guard. He didn't respond, but she caught his attention. "Can i ask you something?"

Again, he didn't say anything but he softly nodded, knuckles turning white as he held his katana.

"Would you have sex with me?"

Last boss didn't expect that kind of question. All his life he never knew what it felt like to have a woman touch him, he only knew the touch from his own mother when he was still a kid. Usually it was Niragi that got the most girls and not only forcefully, some literally threw themselves in his arms just to have a wild night. But him? It never happened. He would lie though if he said he didn't feel attracted to her, to her bambi eyes and doll like lips. Her body was petite, but still had curves that made him tremble at the mere thought of touching her. He stood still for a minute, looking at her with parted lips and eyes open wide. Anya found his reaction to be cute. Since he still didn't say a thing, Anya slowly walked backwards towards her room and opened the door, a playful smirk painted her face. Last Boss nervously followed her inside the room and, as soon as she locked the door, she stood at the center of the room directly looking at him that was still in disbelief.

Anya removed her shorts and the cardigan she wore over her shoulders, letting them fall to her feet. Last Boss was in complete awe when she also removed her bikini top, his gaze burning on the skin of her breasts. It was the first time for Anya too, to be naked infront of a man. But she felt strangely confident and already excited. Maybe it was the fact that he was a militant, maybe it was his tattoos or the fact that it was the first time for him too, but she wanted him with her whole body. Last Boss dropped his katana and removed the gilet with the hoodie, his eyes remaining on her the whole time. She slowly walked towards him, holding her hand up to caress his face. At first he seemed hesitant, but as soon as he felt the warmth of her hand on his skin he took a deep breath while closing his black inked eyes. Actions started to become natural at that point, and Last Boss started to caress her hair and the back of her neck before attaching his lips to her own. Fire was burning inside Anya's body and as the kiss deepened, it also started to become a lot messier since both didn't have much experience. But they were loving it. Their tongues were exploring each other's mouth, saliva was sliding down their chins and they couldn't keep their hands off each other; he started to touch her soft breasts and moaned when he felt her nipples getting hard between his fingers, while her fingertips traced the ink of the tattoos on his arms.

"I don't want you to make love to me. I still don't know what love is." Anya breathed, a soft moan escaping her mouth when he started to kiss her neck with passion. "I want you to take me with all the desperation you feel, as this was another kind of survival game. I want you to fuck everything away."

Last Boss nearly growled at those words and, not knowing where he found the confidence, he harshly pushed her on the mattress. He quickly got on top of her body kissing and biting all over her soft skin. She impatiently caressed his head, her bikini bottoms getting wetter by every passing second. When he reached the center of her pleasure, he started kissing her thighs as he harshly tore apart her bikini bottoms. The action gained him a loud moan from Anya, that felt more alive than ever when she felt his warm tongue slide across her aching pussy. Last Boss was pressing his still restrained hard cock against the mattress to get a bit of satisfaction, fearing of reaching his climax just by staring at her moan for him.

Eager for him, Anya took his face between her hands and hungrily kissed him, helping him remove his shirt. She admired his naked torso, tattoos covering his biceps too and she couldn't help but to kiss the black ink traced on his skin, earning a low groan from him. As Last Boss was too overwhelmed and distracted by her warm kisses, Anya took the lead and pushed him against the mattress to position herself on top of him. He held her neck while she passionately kissed his neck, the sensation feeling unreal to him but incredibly heavenly. When Anya lowered her body and he saw that her head was now between his long legs, Last Boss knew what it was about to happen; she was gonna suck him off. Even though he was a virgin, it didn't mean that he knew nothing about sex. After all, he still needed to masturbate during all those years spent in his bedroom.

Anya started to unbutton his pants, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. Last Boss tried so hard to not seem so inexperienced, but the way he was gripping the sheets for the excitment betrayed him. It was the first time for Anya too to see a dick in person and she was just as nervous as him, but the flame burning in both of them was stronger than their embarrassment. When she freed him from both his pants and boxers, her curious hands immediately gripped his hard cock. She admired it, observing every vein and the tip leaking with pre cum. Anya looked at him for consent and, when he furiously nodded, she slightly smirked before giving an experimental lick to the tip.

Last Boss closed his eyes, one of his hands drowned in her curly hair and he was careful not to grip it too hard. Anya started licking his cock from the bottom to the top, one of her hands were massaging his balls as she did so. His guttural moans were only keeping her going. When she started to finally bob her head and down on his cock, Last Boss opened his eyes to look at her with his mouth slightly agape and the sight nearly made him cum; her cheeks were flushed, hair all messy, lips wet and devoured by his previous kisses. He didn't expect it to feel this good and he started to understand why Niragi liked sex so much. But somehow, for Last Boss, the fact that she offered herself to him was even more exciting.

"Fuck." He impulsively cursed, both of his hands resting on her cheeks as he watched her go down on him with half lidded eyes staring at him. "I need- I need to be inside of you."

Anya gave his cock a last suck before returning to his lips to kiss him, making him taste himself on her lips. Last Boss took the lead again and gently pushed her under his slim body. Now he started to feel nervous, hoping to not mess everything up with his awkwardness and with the paranoia of not finding the hole. Anya must have noticed his change of expression and quickly caressed his cheeks, his eyes now concentrating on her face again.

"It's my first time too." She whispered. "I'll help you, but as soon as you are inside of me i want you to fuck me like an animal. Raw."

Last Boss gulped, the sparkle of excitement glinting in his eyes again. Anya took his dick in her hand and guided it towards her entrance and when she sent him a slight nod, Last Boss took the hint that he could give the first thrust. The first one was slow since both of them were exploring an unknown territory. Anya gritted her teeth for the pain of feeling her pussy being stretched out by his cock and Last Boss took a deep breath when he was fully inside, the warmth of her walls hugging him. For her it was hurting even more since she didn't even think about foreplay before, but it was too late now and she didn't want to waste anymore time.

"Fuck me." Anya moaned, eyes still watery from the pain.

"D-Doesn't it hurt?" He sounded worried, which made Anya smile. But she didn't want him to be worried, she didn't want those feelings, all she wanted was to have sex.

"It doesn't matter, it shouldn't matter. I want you to fuck me."

When Last Boss pushed half of his dick out of her to give an hard thrust, he saw blood covering his lenght and somehow that motivated him even more. With a snap of his hips, he was balls deep inside of her. Anya's legs wrapped around his torso and he started to thrust in and out of her at a furious speed. The whole bed moved and hit the walls, one of his hands was gripping the headboard as he fucked her raw just like she asked him. The mixture of pain and pleasure made Anya scream like she never did before, her nails running on the skin of his back. The wetness of the blood coming out of her and her liquids made a dirty noise that was making Last Boss go crazy.

"Oh my god!" She moaned, receiving a groan from him in response. With his other hand, Last Boss was firmly grabbing her hips, leaving a mark on her skin that she would later notice in the morning. Looking at her under him made him feel in control, the control he never had over his life. With this thought in mind, he started fucking her even harder.

"You love it don't you?" He chuckled, more to himself than directly to her. Her desperate moans were all he needed to slip out of her aching pussy, earning a muffled cry of complain from her.

"Beg." He firmly said, hand stroking his blood covered cock.

"Please, Please - keep fucking me!"

Last Boss smirked, little drops of sweat falling across the black ink on his face. With an harsh slap on her ass from him, Anya took the signal of getting on her hands and knees. Last Boss caressed her back with possessiveness, noticing a little tattoo at the bottom of her back; a pair of wings. He licked her backbone and, when he arrived to her neck, he bit her ear before whispering something.

"I'm gonna fuck you just like the little whore you are, because that's what you want. Mh?"

Anya nodded her head, panting hard.

Last Boss spit on her hole before entering her again, gripping both of her butt cheeks to steady himself. He didn't give her any time, he immediately started to thrust his cock in and out of her with an animalistic speed. The more she moaned and screamed, the more he fucked her. He growled as he watched her ass bounce against his pelvis and her breasts move with every thrust, then he reached his hand towards her mouth and pushed two fingers against her lips.

"Suck."

Anya immediately obliged and he loved how passive she looked in that moment, all desperate and wet for him. For him and no one else. Just that thought made him see stars.

When his thrusts started to become more erratic, Anya knew that he was about to cum.

"C- Come outside, please."

Now, if he didn't give a shit about her he would have decided to not listen to her or to not let her come. But Last Boss wasn't an asshole and the last thing he wanted was to make a woman carry his child in her womb. He didn't respond but instead started to use the fingers that were previously in her mouth to play with her clitoris, stimulating her orgasm. The harsh thrusts along with him pushing his fingers against her clit, sent Anya over the edge and she exploded into an intense orgasm that made her eyes roll back. She saw white, a choked out moan escaping her rosy lips as she came around his cock. Last Boss then slipped out of her pussy and stroked himself, keeping her ass in place with his other hand, emptying himself on the skin of her buttcheeks with a guttural moan. Anya felt some drops of sperm slide towards her back, it was warm and it also felt kinda ticklish.

They remained in that position till their breathing became steady again. After they calmed down from the rush of the orgasm, Anya turned her head around to look at him.

"Could you please bring me a towel to clean myself?"

Last Boss only nodded, standing up from the bed. He returned after some seconds, handing her a white towel that she used to clean both his liquid on her back and the blood between her legs. Last Boss started dressing, still startled by what happened.

"Wait, come here before putting your boxers!" Anya exclaimed and he reached to the end of the bed in confusion. Anya used the towel to clean his now soft cock from the blood, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as she did so.

"Thank you for tonight." She simply said before standing up to head to the bathroom. Last Boss heard the sound of water being opened as he kept dressing himself. When he was fully dressed he picked up his katana from the floor and gave one last look towards the door of the bathroom, where he could still hear water running.

After Anya got out of the bathtub with a long towel wrapped around her tired body, she noticed that Last Boss had already left.

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drivebyshootin · 1 year

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the day he realised.

summary: have you ever experienced the true friendship? i guess, takatora samura has.

pairing: niragi // last boss (platonic soulmates only)

warning: my broken ability to write in english.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ beach. the utopia built on charisma is dead. it shone with the flame of a sacred fire, taking memories with it and erasing people who had stopped fighting from the face of the earth. people who lost to this bitch called fate which discouraged them with a sudden test not for life, but for death.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ along with the hatter's utopia, those, who were once cherished, also disappeared. all in all, it's not possible that a person is forever alone, right? every human being is just a miserable half, imperfect, sometimes vile, but in need of someone special to complete the puzzle. because this is the meaning of life.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ takatora had never believed in this bullshit. he didn't believe in the possibility of finding a person for whom he would replace the world. or at least become a true friend. he was always on his own. a lone samurai wandering gloomily through the back streets and frightening people by his appearance: his pale, bony legs, limping, moved very slowly, his posture had been spoiled by the hobby of its owner and his lips, nervously twitching by themselves, rarely broke into a disgusting smile. can anyone even love this?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ so was niragi. vile, wild, terrifying and fearful on the beach residents. no one wanted to be his enemy, neither to be his friend. there is only one difference — somewhere deep in his heart he still cherished the thought that, sooner or later, his lost part of the soul would find him, they would reunite in a dance of joy and wouldn't let each other go till the end.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ one of them is already gone. lungs, filled with the smell of burning, eyes watering from caustic smoke, fire covering the whole body in parts, tearing the skin — last boss felt and remembered everything until the last minute of his life. but he didn't cry out in pain because nothing could compare with what he had preached, living in the ‹‹real life››.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the fire finally died down after a couple of days, and after a week this strong smoke disappeared, leaving behind only an unpleasant aftertaste and ashes everywhere. niragi has been wandering the beach all alone for several days now. there was no one left here — an ideal place for suguru who has hated all humanity in one night. he didn't want to see or hear anyone, didn't want to interact with human beings, didn't want to show himself being weak again. it takes some more time for him to put his thoughts in order and get back in the game.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ niragi didn't know what he wanted to find in the ruins of beach, didn't know why he went around the same places every day in the hope of finding something new in this cemetery, once being full of life. he didn't know why he hadn't died yet, and why fate had once again treated him like shit. rooms, halls, swimming pool, offices, kitchen... he was wandering wherever his eyes looked, and didn't let thoughts visit his mind. but these miserable, miserable thoughts, desire, anxiety... they didn't leave him just like that. they continued to annoy, imposed themselves and didn't let him run away.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — fuck this! — the first phrase came from niragi's mouth for his whole week of living on the beach. a piece of concrete that had fallen away from the wall hit him under the foot, and he, full of sudden aggression, kicked the pebble far away.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ casually following the trajectory of the random traveller flight, suguru wanted to go further but suddenly he saw a rotten, half-burnt body. all the corpses that accidentally had fallen into the sacred fire had burned down to the bones, so it was surprising to see a half like a living body with the same burns as his own in front of him. succumbing to the curiosity and coming closer, the former militant began to examine the mysterious body in an attempt to detect the owner. the face was disfigured, pieces of skin peeled off and lustful flies sat on them. niragi couldn't feel the terrible stench since his receptors had stopped working after the roof accident, so this awful smell didn't bother him at all. a familiar tattoo could be seen on the hand, not yet completely peeled off, and beside the body devoted steel lay. katana.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — last boss?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ niragi's voice seemed to tremble. he never gave the slack, never let himself to make friends or become attached to anyone, but in spite of everything, there was always some kind of warmth to the samura deep in his soul. cold, cruel, taciturn and, most importantly, loyal militant was probably in the second place in his amorphous list of "the best people on the beach" (in the first place, of course, was himself).

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ squatting next to his once good friend, suguru decided to look into his face, to find some familiar features but it didn't make sense. there was nothing left of the former last boss’ terrible attractiveness. one arm was completely burned, leaving only the outer bone, while the other somehow survived like the entire left side of the body. didn't the fire manage? or was it the fate?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — life fucked you, buddy.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ niragi's caustic remark was reflected by a sly grin. looking around the whole body of a friend for the last time, suguru was about to get up but he noticed that the survived hand was clenched into a strong fist. who was he not to succumb to his curiosity once again and not to test his intuition for the umpteenth time? what would he lose if he broke the fingers of an already doomed man?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the scars from the burns he had received still throbbed unpleasantly, it was impossible to touch anything. but, overcoming the pain, niragi was impatient to find out if there was something in the clenched fist. finger after finger moved away from the palm and a small piece of paper folded five times fell out of the hand.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ «oh, you're motherfucker!» — thought suguru, unfolding the note along the way. he knew that anything could be expected from this hopeless poet. he knew but his heart was still clenching and unclenching from something, itching and hurting uncomfortably, as if he was afraid to read what was written there. but niragi isn't afraid of anything, right? a small piece of paper, folded five times, was torn in half. what did this freak tear off and where is the rest of it?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ «... in this country i learned what friendship is for the first time, experienced true human feelings. only here i feel freedom and saw no condemnation. i am a freak. but here i am strong. no one called me a weirdo, no one spat in my face and tried to humiliate me. they were afraid of me. and i loved it. but mostly i liked the realization of my importance. niragi, that damn bastard, always needed me. i was his second right hand...»

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — what a jerk... — niragi was interrupted for a couple of minutes and hastily wiped away a tear with his little finger. he hated this damn feeling of pity, hated not only to show his weakness to someone, but basically to see and feel himself in such a position.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ «... but he was never my boss. he was my friend. i couldn't have dreamed of such a friendship in that life. if this letter falls into the right hands, tell everyone that this country is how the world should be. i am grateful to it. now I'm freer than ever.»

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he was my friend. these words were imprinted in the niragi's consciousness, hit him with a katana in the heart and then left another thousand knives in the solar plexus area, fiercely cracking down on the remnants of cruelty, the mask of which suguru put on himself. tears already wanted to mercilessly roll down his cheeks, but during the months spent in the borderland, he had forgotten how to cry. all he had to do was wipe his watery eyes with a piece of cloth that was wrapped around his head and whisper into nowhere:

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — we’ll meet again on the other side, asshole, and i’ll kick your ass for dying before me.

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