Yuno laid in her bed, comforting the baby that she held inside of her. She smiled that she, the baby, would be here soon. That her hard work and her sacrifices would finally payoff. She needed that. She needed good news to finally counter the bad. It was sad that these white walls were becoming like home to her. She needed out soon, but she knew that they wouldn't be safe.
Not until the game was over.
She wished she could help, but she was pregnant. She had lost 2 of her babies. Her heart was torn in so many different directions that it plagued her how she could even be so calm.
Yuki promised her that he would kill everybody. Yuki was never one to break his word, no matter what world he was in. Ninth had told her about the past. How this was the Third World. How the past two worlds had been destroyed because of First Yuno. It was kind of amazing to hear, which she scolded herself for thinking.
"How is Yuki doing?" Yuno asked Ninth.
Ninth was sitting down in the chair, watching her phone. Yuno knew she was watching the time, waiting to send the order, yet she was still compelled to ask. Ninth raised her eyebrows but humored Yuno.
"He's fine, he's waiting for my signal," Ninth said in a casual tone. She was getting no blood on her hands tonight. Even if she wanted, Yuki wouldn't have allowed her to leave Yuno. He was a good husband, despite not being her real husband.
"How's Hideo?"
Ninth, without batting an eye, "He's fine, playing with his little friend. Nothing is going to happen in this hospital."
"I know, just nerves."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot," Yuno responded. She propped herself up to face Ninth.
"How do you do this?"
Yuno took a second to let that sink in. "Well, it's not like I have a choice. I have a son and a daughter to think about."
Minene smiled, "Baby girl, huh?"
Yuno nodded, she hadn't told anybody the sex but she figured that Ninth had a right. She was a mother as well.
"You think he can do this?" Yuno asked
Minene looked out the window. She picked up her phone again, typing in a message. She knew it wouldn't be read anyway. She clicked send.
"I guess we'll find out soon enough, now won't we?"
Yuki waited, using his leg propping himself against the wall, casually looking down at his phone with a smug smile on his face. They had reviewed the plan several times at this point but now was the time to act, to finally put his name in the game. He figured that Second would be here, but Fifth probably wouldn't. He wasn't too worried, as long as he could get these two birds, he could easily find the kid. People walked past him, smiling from ear to ear at the event they would always remember. This made Yuki smile, he would ensure it to be memorable, alright.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, he started to walk, not even bothering to check it, as he knew what it said. The crowd trampled to the stadium to find their seats while Yuki slid past them, moving slyly. It was strange the kind of camo people could give. This was why kids went missing, too many things just went on. A part of that made him sad, but the other part made him sure this plan would work.
He leisurely strolled past, earning him a couple of frowns as he was headed the opposite way than what he should have. This gave him some time to scout the area, watching as the unalert cops stood at their ordered stations. He imagined it would be harder, but no, Ninth was right. This was only level one and it would progressively get harder, but for now he enjoyed it.
Yuki watched as some cops leaned into one another, whispering lowly into each other's ear while eyeing Yuki. Yuki didn't care, with a thought he caused a lightbulb to pop, earning some screams and plenty of confusion to cover him again. He snuck into the bathroom, using another thought to forcefully lock the door behind him. The bathrooms were white and bland, and also, luckily, quiet. He was sure he was alone. That made things easier.
Yuki looked into the mirror, turning the handle of the sink and gathered water in his hand. It leaked through his fingers and small streams flowed down his arms. He dropped the water into the sink and used his wet hands to pat down his hair, slicking it back and cooling him. He then reached a hand into his pocket, pulling out a discrete, black mask. He looked up, making sure the vent was above him.
He felt the cool air hit his face, and the hair on his head chill somewhat. A grin appeared on his face.
Quickly, with another thought, the top opened and he was lifted. This was one of the times he was 15 again, he was a lot smaller then than what he was now. Still, he pushed himself through the vents, his elbows slithering himself around. It wasn't comfortable, but it was necessary.
"Where are you...where are you..." he murmured to himself. looking down into the rooms that he so happened to pass over. He had studied the blueprints of the place all last night, he knew where to go, he was just hoping to get there sooner.
Finally, he reached his destination. He smirked to himself and tried to calm his heartbeat. He listened closely and nothing was to be heard other than the vibrations of the stadium.
"It's amazing how well she predicted this," Yuki sighed happily. He lifted the vent out of its place and jumped down the hole. He looked up, using his mind to secure the vent piece back in place.
"Nobody needs to find out that's someone is here, now do they," Yuki said as soon as it clicked into place.
He looked around the huge room. It was the dressing room of none other than Aya. It was decorated with lavish colors and comforts were placed anywhere they could fit. It was ridiculous how spoiled this woman was for her visit of a day. He stepped and looked at himself in the mirror, he knew he was a tall, lean man. None of his hair peaked out of his mask but his blue eyes pierced himself. His thick jacket covered most of his body, making him look buffer than he really was. After tonight, he was sure he would need that description of a strong man. Nobody would think to blame the Video Game Designer. Yuki's family had been in the news lately, the famous Yukiteru losing his 2 youngest children, almost losing his pregnant wife. Whenever he went out, he got the deepest of meaningful apologies. He also noticed how his bank account grew bigger and bigger with each visit. His new fame made him money, money that hadn't been touched.
"This is what being famous is like," he mussed one day.
He looked around, determined to find a hiding space until the right moment. He was going to do this right, and he was going to do it today.
Eventually, after much rummaging, he found a tiny closet that had a view of the mirror, he had the whole room in that one spot. There wasn't anything in there, most of the clothes that would be used were already out on a rack. He supposed he would be safe.
Then he waited.
In the silence, he thought. He was winning. There was no way he could ruin this. The minute she would be left alone, he would splatter her like a bug on the windshield. He would win this game, no matter the cost. He would do anything to ensure Yuno and Hideo's safety. He would do this, he would.
Then, he heard the jumbling of the doorknob. She was coming in. The people out there were lucky, they had just seen her last performance. He heard the door open, some words being said, and the door closed. He peaked his closet door opened.
He smiled as he saw her.
She was sitting in front of the mirror, her hair and face were perfectly covered to enhance her beauty. Her red hair curled around her shoulder and down her back. Her outfit laced down her outstanding body. She was every man's dream. But Yuki was different, he had Yuno. Yuno needed him and that meant that this girl would have to die.
He was about to step out when he saw her turn. For a moment, he thought that she saw him, but that was impossible. The sliver of the door that was open was even hard for him to look out of. It would be near impossible for her to see him. He watched more and realized that she was staring at her phone.
"How can I fix you..." She said to herself. Yuki wondered what her diary was in that moment. More than likely, it was her phone. In this age, everything was based on technology. He wondered what she was referring to on the phone though.
"Dead...End..." She said aloud.
Yuki stiffened. He remember when he had one of those, it almost scared him to death before anybody had even attempted it. So, fate had already predicted her demise and yet she still went through with the concert. That was dedication.
"It's nothing good," he muttered in his low breath. It was nothing she could possibly hear but he still cursed himself about it. He realized that Deus never explained the Dead End and since Deus was missing, nobody knew besides him. Though it didn't take much brain power to figure out what it meant, she was still perplexed on why. Why it would have to happen.
He watched as she bent over, rummaging into a nearby bag. The bag wasn't large and it wasn't one of those expensive ones. It looked like it had belonged to a little girl.
After some touching around, she gripped something and pulled it out. She placed her phone down and used both hands to grip the...photo?
Yuki heard soft sobbing, but it still tugged at his heart. He was supposed to kill this woman in cold blood, and here he was listening to her sorrow?
"I'm so sorry, baby..." Aya said softly, her words ripping apart Yuki's heart. Something awful had happened to this woman, but what? She laid her head down onto her arm, she still held the photo with one arm while the other supported her head.
"Kaya, sweetie, I'm so sorry..."
Who was Kaya?
Yuki stood there, more intrigued by this woman than anything else at the moment. He watched as she cried, these were true feelings. Whatever happened to this "Kaya", the woman felt sorry for. Yuki researched extensively on this woman, it said nothing about Kaya, whoever she was.
Maybe it wouldn't hurt Yuki to find out.
He placed a hand on the knob, then he heard something else.
"Ryo, my sweet, what happened to us?"
So, this woman was broken. She had a family, she was a mother. Yet, online she was known as single. She was known as a young, talented superstar that had a bright future and, when the time was right, a family. This woman somehow had hidden her family. Apparently, it was by pretending they didn't exist. But here she was, alone and filled with sadness. The void in her heart was never filled, her family had been ripped out of her life. For what? He guessed fame.
Yuki figured that she had no plans to return, quite possibly the family had moved on. He would be doing the world a favor, getting rid of this woman who left her family to expose herself. He couldn't help but to remember his mother. She was gone for months on end, but, each time she came back, she had a smile on her face. He knew she loved him, and he knew that he loved her back. He would never know what to do if his mother had never come back, but he was affected when she died. His own father... In this case, the mother had already left. Kaya still had a father, Yuki guessed. She still had her father.
Yuki placed his hand on the doorknob and opened it.
I'm extremely sorry for the short chapter, but I want to get some hype on this story before continuing. I've realized more people have been getting into it and, what can I say, I love to torture you guys. Your anticapation encourages me to write and you know what else encourages me? Reviews. So please, if you want to know the whole story, leave a review. Maybe you'll get the next chapter earlier than you think.
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