Nightmares are often shrugged off as something that a human's mind conjures on its own. Unfortunately for poor Yuno, this is not the case. Amidst the chaos already breaking out within her home city, Sakurami, she is thrown into a survival game that is hosted by a twisted god who is hungry for entertainment. With that dangerous situation in hand, Yuno is forced to cooperate with a boy who is usually put down as the "loner" or the "creep" of her school, Yukiteru. Under his concern for the girl lies a distorted deep-rooted feeling of love that ends up getting in her way. Together, the pure girl and the sinful boy must find a way to get over various hurdles that stem off of the drama that already existed in their city in order to survive. It's simple. They either take time to learn how to work together properly or face an inevitable DEAD END.
Looming over his loved one's body, the foolish boy shakily moved his hand to gently caress her shoulder. She was beautiful; her eyes were comfortably shut and her eyebrows were relaxed, along with the rest of her body. He was sobbing though. So much so that tears began to roll down his cheeks and trickle down onto the pure girl's nightgown. The harsh reality before him was quite clear but he did not want to accept the consequences that came with it. He was not ready to face them in the slightest.
"P-Please wake up…" Began the boy as he turned his focus away from his beloved's beauty. He reached for a handle that protruded out of what was once her soft neck. It was slippery to the touch which caused him to struggle to hold onto it. At last, he did, and with a lot of effort, he ripped it out of her mutilated collar. "P-Please, are you still there? I didn't mean to do anything wrong!"
Despite his desperate cries, the pure girl did not stir in the slightest. She was gone and the boy was not prepared to learn that. In fact, she died far before this- thirty minutes or so have passed since she took her final breath. Her blood drenched the lightly carpeted floor below them. The sinful red color trailed up her pretty lilac nightgown, running up to her smooth cheeks that were drained of any color. The boy reached for her limp hand, curling his quivering fingers around it tightly. He was not welcomed in by her warm skin, no, his lover was ice cold. The lack of body heat threw him off completely and from there negative thoughts began to flood his mind. He knew very well that she was gone but denied to accept it.
In the foolish boy's fit of wild denial and despair, he began to spurt things that he knew that his lover would love to hear. "W-We made a promise, remember? We have to fulfill it before one of us leaves the other behind!", whimpered the boy as he held her hand tightly. Lifting it up to his lips, the boy placed a gentle kiss on the top of it- that was his best attempt to bring her back to the living and yet she did not so much as grace him with a reaction. This caused his mind to break down even more. It fell apart to the point where he could no longer catch his breath due to the sheer amount of sobs that were forcing their way out of his throat.
The foolish but broken boy leaned downwards, laying his head on his bloody mess of a partner. Her heart was no longer beating against her chest, it was motionless. His suspicions were now confirmed and there was no reason to try to wake her up. At this point all that she could be compared to was a clay sculpture- her composure was present other than the multiple gashes that spread across her neck and her chest area, yet her figure was chilling. Even gripping her previously warm hand was enough to make the boy shiver even more than he was.
Despite these fatal injuries, the girl in her entirety looked fairly calm as if she faced death without any fear. It caused the foolish boy to succumb to grief even faster than he expected. "I-I never wanted you to leave my side…" he began as he rested his entire body against her still corpse. "I wanted to be yours... Becoming your husband was a dream that I could back up, just like you did..." As he said those words, his hands carefully ran through the pure girl's locks of pink hair, he was acting like she could feel his touch but she could not. The closer that he got to her dead body, the more blood that found its way onto his sleeveless shirt and light shorts. He ended up getting so comfortable during his breakdown that he found himself lying next to her. His face got closer and closer to hers until the tip of his nose touched the mess that was her neck. Crimson had gotten all over his nose and cheeks and his vision was filled with the close-up view of her neck.
He then shot back, screaming at the top of his lungs. His sobs, which previously slowed down, had begun again at full force. The sight that he just saw was enough to remind him what he did and stir up his stomach- the foolish boy wanted nothing more than to throw up and get rid of the disgusting thought of her ripped up body. But he did not, he instead tried to gather himself once again. His breath rattled, clearly his throat was very sore from pushing his voice over the top. The blunt pain caused him to pant and hold his own neck in his hands.
As he tried to recollect himself completely, a dim light lit up the room. This was enough for the boy to see his sin once again, completely getting rid of any chance of him calming down. He began to cry to himself once again until a figure approached him in the dark. It was a feminine creature with long hair and a pointed tail that bore an end that looked like a spade. It reached out its hand to the boy, and he unsurprisingly reached for it. From there, a blinding red light filled the room and the two were gone without a trace. The pure girl's body had gone with them.
All that can be done is to pray- Please, if anyone can hear... Pray that someone heard his cries and intends to bring her back to him before the worst happens.
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"Lately, I've been thinking…" the foolish boy spoke to the same figure, though their surroundings were quite different from before. They sat in an empty void together- it was made up of a single white light and various shades of purple. The lack of light made seeing the two prove to be quite the challenge. Though, it was clear that the feminine creature's head had poked upwards from whatever she was reading. She cocked her head and let out a hum, wondering what the boy meant by his words.
They laid there, motionless. The only thing that moved was the little creature's tail- it gently swayed left and right as if she was wagging it. It was obvious that she was interested in what he was saying because as they exchanged words, her head tilted here and there. But out of nowhere, their hushed conversation escalated into a far more louder one. The creature shot up, dropping the book from her hand. She pointed at him as she sharply asked, "are you crazy?" There was no response from the boy.
Instead, he stood up. His messy long hair trailed down his back as he began to walk away from the feminine creature. He stopped and looked up at the only white light that the void that homed him had. A smile slowly crept up on his visage. Whatever he was thinking of made him very excited.
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He was greeted to yet another dark room, similar to the one that he had to face his lover's death in. It was just as sinister as in the past- it reeked of the odor of rotting flesh and the humidity in the air made it challenging to breathe. Unlike the past, this did not phase the boy. Rather than recoil at the grotesque sight of mangled corpses locked up in a cage, the foolish boy approached the girl. He towered over her since she was lying on the floor. Her pink hair spread all over the carpet below and some of it even stuck to her cheek. She was asleep, her arms and legs were sprawled comfortably across the floor. For resting atop of a solid surface, the girl seemed to be very snug. It was enough to for the boy to allow a small chuckle to bubble over, which broke through the silence of the room that they both resided in.
There was a small thud just a moment after he giggled at the pure girl's adorable exterior. It appeared that he had been carrying something with him, something that was heavier than any normal object would be. But who said that it was an object? The sound stirred the girl, and very slowly, her eyes fluttered open. She was very used to the smell of rotting corpses, but the sight that she saw through the dark was one that she never thought was possible. It did not take very long for her to sit up from where she was and begin to cry out as she pushed the "object" away from her. She kept pushing it further and further away with her hands and feet, but at that very moment, she noticed that this was not the only thing that was currently in her house.
She looked up, her pink eyes meeting the foolish boy's blue ones. His slick black hair trailed down his shoulders and his body was shrouded by a tattered black robe that was hard to see in the dark. It was then that she realized that he had broken into her house and was watching her sleep, and by the expression that he wore he enjoyed it. This caused her to grow even more confused and terrified, and the girl found herself forcing her way back into the wall. The way that he was staring her down made her believe that this was the end of her life- there was nothing else other than this. To this, the girl closed her eyes tight and covered her head with her hands. She was scared- not ready to die.
"A-Amano-kun…" Began the girl as she cowered below the boy. "Please save me…"
The boy leaned down, kneeling right in front of the terrified girl. He spread his arms and hugged her tight, whispering something in her ear. Her breath caught as soon as she heard his voice, but as soon as it happened the girl collapsed, falling limp into his arms. It was as if she fell unconscious due to the sudden feeling of shock and terror, but from the looks of it, the foolish boy had planned this. He smiled a bit, mumbling one more thing to the girl as he ran his hands through her hair. He then moved his hand to her cheek, leaving it there to observe her beauty once more. Gently placing her on the ground, the boy moved over to the object that he had brought with him. It was not what it seemed.
It fell apart as soon as he touched it, twirling and distorting into a single red gem. It was bright enough to light up the room a little bit- to the point where he could now make out the corpses stashed in the cage and the girl herself. It spun in his hand at a very slow rate, showing its otherworldly power. From there, the foolish boy got close to the girl once again, flipping her onto her back as carefully as he could. Her face was now facing the ceiling and he could see it in its full. Laughing quietly, the boy leaned down and smoothed the hair out of her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. She was always so pretty in his eyes… And in just a few minutes everything would change for the better, or so he thought.
His hand neared the girl's mouth of all places, and he did his best to gently prop it open with his fingers. Then he directed the gem to her mouth, seemingly planning to get her to swallow it whole. It was a strange sight to see, but ultimately the gem would not get close enough for him to proceed with his plan. He tried to push it again, but some mysterious force was holding him from doing it. He then tried again and tried once again after he failed miserably. It would not budge when it reached a certain point. Grunting, the foolish boy pushed it down with an increasing amount of force. Eventually, he was putting his entire body into it, trying to get it to get past its limit. But it stayed where it was, unmoving.
Anger and frustration began to well up in his chest, complimenting each other and making the rage that he felt grip at his heart far worse than it should have been. As he grew increasingly impatient, the boy found himself practically taking the entire gem in his hand and pushing it down with all of his might. This is where he would regret being so very hasty.
There was a very subtle crack that emitted from the crystal that he had in his grasp. He was so distracted by his failed attempts to get it into the pure girl's mouth that he did not notice it. It happened again, and then one more time. Third time's the charm, that was when the boy finally noticed that something was off. Yet he persisted, and that was his biggest mistake. The cracks in the gem traveled up the sides, up to the very top of both ends, and at last, it shattered. It broke apart into tiny little pieces that ended up scattering all across the room like red dust. It kept glowing for a moment longer, illuminating the area with an eerie crimson light. It then died out, confirming that whatever was in it was gone.
The foolish boy's body started to tremble wildly once again, it was as if that gem was very important to him. His reaction was indescribable, the only word that could be used to partially explain would be "inhuman" His weeping, the sound that they made, were extremely painful to listen to. They were so loud and held so much distress with each cry that it would surely make anyone feel very bad for the boy. He threw himself onto the ground, pounding a fist into the ground as he repeated erratic words, saying how unfair life was towards him.
"This is what I get… Why did I even bother trying? What was the point- why was I so stupid?!" Spilled the boy as he hit the ground with more force than ever. It hurt like hell- there was a solid ground that could easily be felt beneath the thinly carpeted floor. The side of his fist that he was striking the floor with began to turn red, yet he continued. There were so many whirling emotions: pain, anger, fear… All of them mixed together to create this state of mind.
He pulled himself up, his cheeks were stained with tears. Hesitantly, the boy reached out for a little bit of red dust that covered the ground. It was no longer aglow, all signs of life in it were gone. He let the pieces fall out of the grip of his pointer finger and thumb, and they lazily drifted to the ground. His eyes were dull- it was as if all motivation had been ripped out of his core at once.
"She's gone…" He said to himself once, averting his eyes from the dust to face the pure girl. "She's gone, and it's all because of you…" Getting onto his feet sluggishly, the boy raised his right hand and a weapon formulated from seemingly nothing. It was a gun. Its unforgiving metal exterior reflected what little light there was in the room. He made his way to the girl, getting within proper proximity to shoot her head and end her life right away. He got in position and closed one eye just to make sure that he was on point. And then he froze, simply staying where he was and pointing the dangerous weapon at her. Time passed, and he fell to his knees, holding it to her head while sitting over her. All that he did was stare at her while he did this- his eyes were distant and his pupils were a chilling icy color.
His finger rested on the trigger. Thoughts ferociously raced through his mind as he kept the gun right where it would be able to shoot her brains out. His finger tightened on the trigger as his heart pounded wildly at his chest as if it was trying to tell him to stop. So many negative ideas flooded his head and they spun like a whirlpool, driving him crazy. Thus his finger tightened even more and it began to budge, then there was a click.
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"Why…" The creature began as she circled around the boy's body, only to jab him with the pointed end of her tail. "Why would you even think of doing that?" The amount of pure disbelief that was posted on her visage was very evident. She eyed the foolish boy over, once again lashing out at him and questioning the motives behind his actions. The feminine creature was quite desperate- she wanted a solid answer. But he did not gift her with that. No, he avoided it.
The feminine creature yelled at him and scolded him with no end, yet the foolish boy acted like she did not exist. He was able to ignore every single mean word that left her mouth, no matter how scathing it was. She was just as persistent as he was though- this cycle of insults and questions did not end until he finally spoke up. Smoothing his long black hair out of his face, the boy looked the creature right in the eyes. He was already struggling to accept something- in fact, he was just laying around as he did in the past, sulking. His sudden action startled the female, who stopped her cruel insults in the tracks.
He claimed something and judging by the creature's reaction it was not adequate. In response, she began to rant and rave about his actions and his morals. The two stayed where they were and the foolish boy took every bit of abuse that she threw his way. He was unphased by any of it, but as time began to pass- days… The boy seemed to grow quite weary of the repetition in her words. It kept cutting into his deep thoughts; he was planning something. The female was dead set on the boy giving up all hope- she believed that he gave up and that he would spend the rest of his life lying in the void and rotting away. But she was wrong.
Out of nowhere, he grabbed the female creature by the tail and yanked her to the ground- and she fell with a small yelp. The boy looked her right in the eyes with his sharp icy pupils- it was enough to send a shiver up the poor girl's spine. Her tail twitched in his hand nervously, she wanted to wiggle herself free of him. But he did not let go, his grip tightened. He gritted his teeth and spoke words that did not register with the little creature right away.
"I don't plan to ever give up."
"Mirai Nikki", also known as "The Future Diary" was written and illustrated by Sakae Esuno. None of the characters in this fanfiction belong to me, obviously. They are simply altered to change up the story.