Title: At last
Rating: M
Pairing: HachimenroppixIzaya (if you squint?)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!
It had been few hours he had been hanging there. He was quiet, maybe a bit too much. Usually, there were few outbursts of classical music as he would be reading a book or talking to acquaintances. But today, he was quiet, as if he was afraid that someone would find him. The world had stopped and now was solely revolving around that room. The atmosphere was heavy and a smell that did not belong before would force anyone to cough. The smell was still fresh and recent. The smell was like copper, metal and something else, a minor effluvium that bothers and terrifies. That, is the smell of life that flees, drops by drops, chased by death.
With a morbid fascination, mixed with horror and a sudden pain, he observes this red room and the broken puppet in the middle. Beautiful features. Short jet-black hair. The sun used to make it glow. And now, it was only tarnished, pale, fade. Sad, like a mere wig posed on the top of his head.
Amorph eyes were now staring at him.
A heavy sticky red drop fell on the floor. It crashed from the tip of his beautifully manucured nails down onto the floor.
He was sweating of this stinky and gruesome liquid.
It is himself he is standing in front of.
It is himself he had killed.
It is cold, all of a sudden. In what used to be his veins, his blood had frozen and had turned into glazed vermilion. That fluid that used to make, him, lively, seemed to bat at his temples so harshly that he could almost hear the flow of it.
A cigarette had been dropped to the floor, still letting escape grey smoke. A flirt with death before letting it take him away.
He. Was. Dead.
At last.