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See You Again (Megumi x Reader)

Part one of the you die in Shibuya mini-series

Note: Sorry this is short guys. Also, I'm so sorry for the angst you are about to endure...don't say I didn't warn you.

CW: Blood, death, implied suicidal ideation, insanity i guess, injury, angst

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Megumi had been staggering away from his perplexing battle against Toji when you found him. You panicked, frantically examining his stab wound and trying to stop the bleeding. He stopped you, assuring you that he would be fine. He just needed to get to Shoko.

Agreeing, you changed the target of your determination, pulling his arm over your shoulders and helping him stagger off. Resting his head in the crook of your neck, he relished your scent and the moment of relative peace he was able to enjoy after this hectic and distressing night.

It happened in a blur.

A red-hot line of pain splitting his back open.

Collapsing to the ground.

Your frantic screaming at him.

A figure descending on him, poised to slit his throat with a sword.

You throwing yourself on top of him.

The blood.

God there was so much of it covering him.

Your dull and lifeless eyes.

Lifeless.

He couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

Scooping your body up, he was able to drag the two of you across the street on pure adrenaline before collapsing. 

Resting his cheek on the pavement as the blood seeped out of him, he met your eyes. Your eyes that once had held so much light and love and laughter. Dull. Blank. Empty.

Gently, ever so gently, he closed your eyes and kissed your cooling lips for the last time.

Rage filled him, filling him with enough energy to stand as his last strand of sanity snapped.

Locking eyes with the blond man approaching him he let out a maniacal laugh.

Interlocking his fingers he spoke.

“With this treasure I summon: Eight Handled Sword Divergent Sila. Divine General Mahoraga.”

Then he tilts his head back with a crazed grin.

“I’ll be the first to pass on. Good luck.”

The blow was so quick he hardly had time to register it before he hit a wall so hard he could feel his skull fracturing.

Oh well. He could care less. The bastard that murdered you was going to get what was coming for him.

And he was going to see you again.

Closing his eyes he slumped over.

Yes. He didn’t care what happened to the rest of the world. It could burn for all he cared. As far as he was concerned, all beauty, joy, and hope had left it at the same time you had.

Nothing mattered.

As long as he got to see you again.

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