Helloooo!
This is a shot drabble; it was previously published on another site for a school project, and I have adapted it to Vocaloid.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my words.
Sobs. Horrible, choked, heart-wrenching sobbing, filling the room and echoing through the empty halls.
"Shut it."
It's a cruel voice, void of any warmth. "You- get up."
I splash through the red that coats the floor. I'm no longer sure whose blood is whose. I'm not sure it matters. Kaito spasms as I pass. The blood still spilling from his throat tells me it's too late for him. I'm not surprised. Stilettos are thin, but they're sharp.
I trip over Len's body, his grotesquely twisted neck cradled in Rin's lap. She shrinks further against the wall, tugging Len's body with her.
Meiko meets me in the center of the room.
"Why?"
Her voice is strained and hoarse from screaming. In answer I shake my head. Her hollow eyes search mine, seeking safety, comfort. I don't understand. There is nothing she could gain from me.
"Y- You're insane," she chokes out.
I smile.
My knife twists into her stomach. I slit upwards, and she blinks. A tear slides down her cheek as she falls to the ground.
I push open the doors, walking down the hall and out into the cool air. The wind is refreshing and cleanses the sticky sweet scent off my skin. Closing my eyes, I let the cool air wash over me.
Behind me are footsteps. Slowly I turn, and Miku's eyes meet mine.
She looks me over once, then holds out her hand.
Silently I give my love the knife.
When she steps forwards to slit my throat, I smile.
It hasn't been for nothing after all.