I am SO SORRY! I had this forever and I just... I forgot! I was so busy and then I went through my stories and I though, 'didn't I write more for this?' and I did but I forgot... I am SO SO SORRY
Another person left his office. It was the last one of the day. Even though he usually enjoyed having this kind of power… Killing someone he cared about twice, burying them twice, not to mention how none of it didn't make any sense... it was painful. Even if he was Akabane Karma, he had barely made it through the day with a straight face.
Suddenly, his phone rang. He looked at it suspiciously, recalling the events of the past few days. Slowly, he checked the number. It was Nagisa's.
"No," he muttered, trying to ignore the ringing. "Not again."
He forgot his phone went automatically to voicemail.
"Karma! You still aren't answering. Doing that well as a bureaucrat?"
Karma hissed, picking up the phone violently.
"Who is this?" he said viciously.
A yelp, then a sigh at the other end. "You don't even remember me? It's Nagisa!"
Karma didn't need to check the voice or the number. He'd done both already. "Leave me alone!" he snapped, before ending the call. He stared at his phone for a few moments, as if it were a poisonous snake. Something that aptly described Nagisa when he was being troublesome…
Hesitantly, Karma picked up his phone, pocketing it as he left his office. He would change, he would go to the graveyard, and he would figure out what was going on.
Karma wasn't one to take problems lying down.
He stood before the gates. It was quiet - like no one was here, like nothing would happen.
Slowly Karma walked down the rows of the dead, feeling heavy dread weighing him down as he did so.
Nagisa stood beside the grave, which was once more empty. The mess of a person smiled at Karma shakily, his blue hair and eyes blending in with each other in the dim light. His hands were dirty, clutching the knife - dirty, but not that of a dead person's. No matter how Karma looked at him… Nagisa was alive.
"I'm here," Karma said.
A short, jerky nod was all Nagisa could manage. "So am I," he replied.
He let go of the knife. "Kill me," Nagisa begged.
Karma raised an eyebrow. This was different from the last few times. "Do you remember?" he asked.
An unidentified emotion crossed Nagisa's face before it was gone. Other than that, he was still, silent.
Karma blinked, annoyed.
"I won't kill you," he stated bluntly.
Nagisa's gaze flickered downwards, then he lunged. Karma reacted too late as Nagisa snatched the knife and quickly danced out of reach, the cold blade already pressed against skin.
"Sorry," Nagisa said.
Blood spurted out from his neck as he stumbled, falling over the lip of the grave.
Karma forced himself to walk over, to look into the no-longer empty grave. Nagisa's broken body lay there, the knife having clattered to his side in the narrow space. His arms had folded when he landed, one atop him, the other settled at his waist.
The redhead stared for a moment longer before climbing into the grave, pulling Nagisa's corpse out of the dirt.
