Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu sighs, tapping his fingers on his thighs. Where was she?
Recently, Peko Pekoyama, his bodyguard and best friend, had volunteered to patrol the beach for anyway out, and she wasn't back yet. Fuyuhiko knew it was going to take long (She was roaming a long-ass, big-ass beach that was as dark as Nagito was crazy), but Peko was usually faster than this, and if there was an intruder or a way out, she could carry both herself, her sword bag, and the intruder to the diner.
He'd seen her run 12 miles in 5 minutes without sweating so much as a single drop, so why was she being so fucking slow?
Akane Owari looked over at him, stuffing her face with a full plate of different kinds of foods.
"What's wrong, little gangster? Worried about Pekoyama?" She asks, her mouth full of food and her cheeks stained with grease and crumbs. Ew...
"N-No! I'm just anxious for her to come back with some news! And I'm not fucking little!" He says, a bright pink blush on his face and a scowl to go along with it.
Akane looks at him like she doesn't believe him, but she lets it go anyway in the interest of eating more food.
Fucking sick.
Chiaki Nanami taps away at her PSP while simultaneously looking out of the diner windows for Peko.
"Are you sure she isn't coming in through the back to try to keep us on our toes?" Sonia Nevermind asks hopefully.
"Nah, Peko doesn't seem like the jokester type!" Nekomaru Nidai says loudly, cracking his knuckles just as loudly.
Hajime Hinata puts a hand on Fuyuhiko's shoulders, and since it's Hajime and Fuyuhiko slightly trusts him, Fuyuhiko doesn't shrug him off like he would with anyone else in the room.
"I'm sure Peko's fine; She's just probably being extra thorough so she knows for sure if there's a way out or not." Hajime offers hopefully with a reassuring smile. Fuyuhiko nods.
That did seem like a Peko Pekoyama thing to do, but she should've still been back here by now.
Then, Ibuki Mioda and Mahiru Koizumi run in with scared looks. Mahiru leaned heavily against the doorway with shaking shoulders and Ibuki has a hand on her shoulder with a scared look at everyone.
"Guys, we need help!" Mahiru yells, squeezing the doorway in a scared manner, The others stand up.
"What's wrong, Mahiru?" Nagito asks worriedly, gilding to stand next to Hajime. Hajime looks at him weirdly before he turns to Mahiru and Ibuki with a worried look of his own.
Fuyuhiko stands up, clenching his fists. Please let it not be about Peko.
Mahiru wrings her hands. "W-Well..." The redhead says sadly.
"S-Something's wrong with Peko...We're not sure what to do..." Ibuki says
Befiore Ibuki can even finish her sentence, Fuyuhko pushes in between Ibuki ansd Mahiru and runs outside.
Outside, Hiyoko Saionji and Kazuichi Souda are crouched down in the sand under the moonlight next to Peko's lump of a body. Hiyoko's petting Peko's braids and Souda's holding her wrist with his index and middle fingers. Hiyoko looks up worriedly at the others.
"Big Sis Peko kept saying that she only wanted to talk to Big Bro Fuyuhiko. Dunno why, though." Hiyoko says, and Fuyuhiko falls to his knees next to Peko.
Her sword bag was untied and unrolled in a heap with her bamboo sword shredded to bits. A bright silver blade inside the bamboo shell was revealed, but it was broken and shattered to all hell.
And oh god, the blood...
There was a huge hole in Peko's stomach, and it was leaking blood out by the gallon. Peko gasped and clutched her stomach, soaking her hand in the horrible red liquid.
"Young master...I-It's you...You came for me..." She whispers, shaking. He crawls closer, and Souda moves aside so he can grab her hand. Tears well up in his amber eyes, and he tries to blink them away.
However, the action only results in the tears falling free and down his cheeks in fat droplets.
"Y-You're gonna be fine. You'll live." He says, more to calm himself down than to reassure her. Nevertheless, she smiles up at him anyway.
"No...I won't...but thank you for saying so." She smiles, but it falls and morphs into a grimace of pain as she clutches her stomach. She's taking shallow breaths, and the blood isn't stopping, no matter how much pressure Nekomaru applies to her stomach with his jacket to stop it.
"Who did this to you? I'll fucking kill them if it's the last thing I do!" Fuyuhiko grounds out through his teeth angrily. Peko shakes her head, taking in another shallow gasp of breath.
"No. Young Master...I'm sorry that i do not know who did this, and that I cannot be by your side for eternity like I planned, but do not avenge me." Peko says. She turns briefly away from Fuyuhiko to look up at Hajime, who's eyes are also welling up with tears. Komaeda has a hand on his shoulder for comfort, and he doesn't shrug him off. Rather, he seems to lean into it.
"Hajime...can you promise to take care of my Young Master for me? And please prevent him from killing. That is all I ask." Peko says in a soft, pleading voice as she smiles up at Hajime. Hajime nods with a slight sniffle.
"Y-Yeah...I'll keep him safe." He says, and Komaeda looks at him worriedly and hopes that he doesn't burst into tears.
He wouldn't know what to do if Hajime started crying.
Satisfied with that, Peko turns to Fuyuhiko again, lifting one shaky hand up to rest it on his cheek.
"Someone get me fucking Mikan! She'll help Peko!" He screams, looking to the others with tears in his eyes. The others look down sadly.
He blanches, and he's shaking, oh God he's losing her.
"Please...I...I need you to help her..." He pleads, oh God he's losing her.
Ibuki nods and wrings her hands, running off into the diner to try to find Mikan while the others stay with Fuyuhiko.
He turns back to Peko and grabs her other hand, tightening his hold on it to try to will some of his life into her. He knwos it's useless, and he knows that if Mikan can't help her then Peko is pretty much lost, but he'll be damned if he gives up on her...
Giving up on Peko would be like giving up on life in his opinion.
"Please...don't go yet..." He whispers to her, and she chuckles up at him, he's going to lose her...
"I will always be with you...even if you cannot see me..." She comments, rubbing his cheek gently. Fuyuhiko sniffs and clenches hsi eyes shut.
With a final sigh, Peko's hand falls away from Fuyuhiko's face, and her other hand goes limp in his. Her head turns away, and some blood leaks out of her mouth as her eyes shut forever.
As her life leaves her body, Fuyuhiko feels his heart shattering into bits. His stomach clenches. His spirit dies.
Peko Pekoyama is dead. He lost her...
Fuyuhiko looks away from her body, clenching his eyes shut. If eh doesn't look...maybe he can pretend it's a dream...
Maybe she'll come back...maybe she'll come back if he pretends it's a dream...
Mikan runs out and gasps, but Fuyuhiko's still sobbing.
Mikan was too late...she came too late...
Peko Pekoyama is dead.
Mahiru gently takes her body away form him, and he can feel someone's hands on his shoulders, squeezing him and trying to comfort him.
He didn't know what came over him, but his person's hands felt soft yet firm, like Peko's, and he just collapsed against them. He held them tight in his arms, and they just hugged him to their chest and rubbed his back like Peko used to do while he sobbed words like 'Please bring hr back' and 'I'm sorry' and screamed her name to the high heavens.
But no amount of screaming would help...
Peko Pekoyama was dead.