Some wish-filling contentment, something I was lacking. But what were the limits I was willing to push to reach a state of this contentment? It was nothing but revenge in plain sight. But when did murder ever get justified? Unless you are the culprit of course.

Therefore I, Hikigaya Hachiman, would like to pledge myself guilty, as I look at my unmasked self in the mirror. One's self-consciousness is the best thing to be a judge or to be judged upon. So I decided to start from the very first felony committed. Let the case of property damage begin.

The property in question is nothing worth mentioning to the people here, but it was worth something to the person here as I continued staring at the only person alive in the room. My head filled with heavy thoughts while my nose was blocked by the scent of something similar to rust.

It all started with that birthday party, the very party where she cut her ties with me. The party where she became Hayama's. As soon as they announced their engagement, I couldn't help but stare at Yukinoshita with betrayed eyes. But to her, I was just another person in the crowd. I and Yuigahama remained silent while the rest clapped their hands. Eventually realizing that I didn't belong to the party anymore, I silently resigned myself from the occasion but not before Yuigahama gave me a sympathetic look.

Would Yuigahama still show her fake sympathy after seeing what I have done?

I was getting tired and decided to just lay on the bed in the Hayama residence. I didn't care about my bloody hoodie. I'm also pretty sure they have a maid to do the cleaning. As I rolled over the bed, where they probably committed intimate acts.

I was feeling a little hot as I noticed sweat collected in my latex medical gloves. Nonetheless what I felt the most was boredom. I managed to unwedge my knife from the chest and place it in a zip lock bag.

I could see blood dripping out from the mouth. It must have been due to the rapture in the stomach.

There were 5 stabs, 2 in the stomach and 3 in the chest.

The stomach cuts were deep enough to reveal one's exposed insides, attracting flies from the open window. The body will eventually bear maggots.

"Even after you are dead, you are still helping others, Yukinoshita."

As I looked at her lifeless yet beautiful body, I was really glad I didn't cut her face up in the attack. Her smooth and pristine skin was something many didn't have.

She was beautiful enough for me to fall for her again, just like the first day I joined that club. She was an angel, A fallen angel. An angel who sinned, the sin of adultery.

But to either escape or get caught would mean nothing to me. If I wanted to escape I would have done it half an hour ago. I held her hands, they were cold. There was no engagement ring on her.

I saved her

I made sure to save Yukinoshita before she could nullify our agreement.

I saved Yukino Yukinoshita from this cruel life, let me rephrase that.

I saved Yukino Yukinoshita from people like herself, and people who hurt others.

Why couldn't I move on just like any normal person? I was a person who couldn't control his wrath and pain, which led to all this. Patience was something I lacked or was it just basic common sense I lack?

After that incident what I truly understood was that I lost the trust I had in people. Especially with people closer to me, cutting myself from people who were close to me.

I couldn't fall in love again. That lingering fear she left, is still within me even after she is gone. At least when the news spreads. The distrust would be mutual.

I heard the door click, a criminal's first instinct would be to hide away. But my curiosity kept me where I was. Curiosity already killed the cat or in this case, a cat lover.

It was none other than her Fiance, Hayama Hayato. I was getting confused as there was no reaction from Hayama, as I quickly hid the knife away.

Wearing his smile as he just walks by Yukinoshita's body. Something was chilling about this smile… There was nothing wrong with how the smile looked, it was the usual gentlemanly smile. The entire reaction was entirely off, not the exact reaction I would expect from a person who found a murder that took place.

"Oh my, I forgot my manners. Here you go." Hayama hands me a handkerchief.

"Huh?"

"Might wanna clean off the sweat."

The usual sense of friendliness was still present but with the current circumstance, I didn't care about the chills anymore, I just wanted to know whether there was something wrong in his head. While still maintaining a constant guard, I observe the handkerchief.

Paranoia. An unbelievable amount of distrust without any justifiable reason. I didn't know which side it was on.

I looked at Hayama's shoes, they were soiled by the blood on the floor.

"..."

"Why the blank face? Hikigaya kun~~"

"Are you mocking me?"

"I would never mock a friend."

"A friend?"

"Of course Hikigaya Kun. You are a friend."

Before I could open my mouth.

" You helped me once again. Will the debt ever end?...

… it's not even codependency, just dependency.."

"Sorry for souring the mood." Hayama apologizes.

I held onto the knife's handle which was still in the plastic bag as I felt threatened. He was ignoring the mess in the room. But what did he mean by 'Helped once again.'?

"Let bygones be gone." Hayama looks at his feet and starts to kick Yukinoshita's lifeless arms, examining the body.

His smile turned into a frown and started to grit his teeth. He raised his leg and started to stomp on the rotting corpse.


A deal always comes with a price to pay. It's often left to oneself whether it was worth the price.

I thought gaining each other's silence would be the entire deal, but I was mistaken. It was clear that Hayama had a grudge if he was a sane person. His sanity, something I still wasn't clear about.

"So Hikigaya?"

"... I am sorry but whatever happened was just a one-time thing."

"If you want my silence you would need to commit more violence."

"..."

"Listen, I don't care how you do it, I just want that person gone." Hayama looks at his glass of alcohol. I was offered some but I refused. Getting back to my apartment would be a problem if I was drunk.

"And why would I comply with this request?"

The word 'Request' was quite nostalgic. But did he try to make a shitty rhyme work?

"Think of it as a redemption."

"Redemption?.."

"Well, my father has some connections with the judicial council of the Chiba prefecture. You already know where I am going with this. Safety measures would be a better word."

"What happened to the family friends thing?" I asked Hayama, who was still refilling his glass.

"It's all from a business point of view…"

"Just like this deal between us?"

Hayama smiled.

"Hikigaya is still the same huh."

Same? After all that has happened? Am I still the same? I wish I was still the same.

I wish I wrote my essay properly…

I wished I never went on that bridge…

I wished I never attended that prom…

I wished I never went to that birthday party…

I wished I never met her.

Yet there was a hint of gratitude.

"Letting someone go? Is it the best option?" Surprisingly I was the one to break the silence this time.

"There are people who just don't deserve your time and love."

"...I see. Thank you." I get up from the seat.

"If you are leaving, take this." Hayama hands me a golden card. It read 'Wasurenai.'

"It has my contact information at the back." Hayama continues while I look at the back side of the card.

"Ok, and why are you giving me this?"

"In case you have a change of hea… plans."


I woke up and changed the television to the new channel then checked the internet if there was anything about Yukinoshita. It's been going on for two days now. I couldn't help but wish to see the predicament in the Yukinoshita household.

It was the third day. I was right at the kitchen counter, boiling a kettle full of water. It was after my usual morning news, I got thirsty. I didn't want the usual coffee, as I was already not getting proper sleep for a few days now. As the water was boiling, I searched for green tea bags in the cupboards. Finally finding them, I place them on the counter. I got my cup ready and poured the boiled water into it from the kettle.

It was all fine until some of the water spilled which caused my left hand to be burnt.

"Oww."

I sat on the sofa in my living room while sipping on green tea.

'Ring. Ring..'

I took the phone to see an unknown number calling me. I bought a new sim card one week ago, and I haven't called anyone from that sim yet. This led to me believing someone accidentally called my number.

I picked up the phone.

"Sorry, wrong number."

"Hikigaya." That was the word that kept me away from ending the call. My name, someone spoke out.

I gained composure and continued to listen to the call.

"Outside there is a black car waiting for you." I was right by the window, I opened the binds of the curtain to see a black limousine.

"Who is this?"

"Do not forget."

Wasurenai? I think I have seen that somewhere. Some business cards. That's right, as I reached for my wallet to find the exact card. It was from Hayama Hayato.

I would normally ignore the call but after whatever has happened till now, I could not. Freedom was something I didn't expect from Hayama as he was the one who was going to get rid of the body.

I made it through the door and climbed down the flight of stairs and finally arrived right next to the limousine.

I was having second thoughts before I was going to knock on the car's window. But before I could think -

"Hikigaya get inside."

Hayama was wearing a black suit, probably because he came from his internship at his parent's firm.

"Why can't we just keep this conversation on the phone? you already got my phone number for some reason."

"GET IN!"

It was no more a request, it was a command. Hayama was agitated by this point, and I decided to oblige and went inside the limo.

Time passed as the limo drove away, there was no interaction between me and Hayama. I noticed that there was a window between the passenger and the driver, it was clear that it was safe to hold private conversations there. I looked at Hayama who seemed to be busy with his phone in his hands.

"Where are we going exactly?"

Hayama while still chatting with someone on his phone he replies-

"A funeral."

"A funeral? Why me?"

"Well there have to be more people to attend the funeral, I can't be the only one at the funeral," Hayama spoke with a voice devoid of emotions.

An empty room, filled with empty chairs. Nothing but a coffin, flowers and a photo frame. No one, just silence. No one is there to collect your ashes.

No one visits your grave yearly. Just to be forgotten, it was_

"It's quite scary, isn't it? To have no one attend your funeral." Hayama stares at me.

"Ye I guess."

I didn't fully agree with Hayama's comment but it was scary to a certain extent. But to be forgotten does have its charm to it.

"It is a funeral we are going to. We should get you a black suit."

And I decided to go along with Hayama today.


"Are you sure this is the place?" I asked Hayama while I kept adjusting my rented suit.

"Pretty sure." As we both looked at somewhat of an odd building.

"Was the body sealed properly?" We walked into the building.

It was pretty obvious whose 'Funeral' we were going to.

"Don't worry, I didn't damage her face. You will meet her again."

"Well then let's enter." As Hayama held the door for both of us to a bright room.

"A funeral truly fit for a Yukinoshita," Hayama exclaims.

Beautiful flower decorations, a large photo frame with Yukino's photo and a well-furnished casket where her body was placed.

Her eyes closed.

Her dress without any blood stains.

As I held onto the casket, Hayama turned towards me.

"Any last words?"

I looked at her pale face, she was like a sleeping beauty.

"Pitiful. That is a word I would use to describe her."

Hayama walked from the coffin and was sitting on a foldable chair in front of the coffin.

"Well, are you ready?"

I affirmed.

Hayama stood up from his seat and opened the door.

"Pull the coffin. There are wheels on that casket."

I pulled the coffin with me and followed Hayama, but as soon as I entered I was met with heat on my face. It was a lit up furnace.

We had to get rid of the body someway or other. Cremating the body would just make work easier.

We opened the metal handle to see the blazes of fire.

"Hold that side, I will hold this side."

We both carried the casket and placed it inside the furnace. Hayama used a shovel to push the coffin inside the furnace, soon the wooden box with Yukinoshita was getting engulfed by the flames.

"So about the deal from that day?"

Hayama looked like a devil with the flames in the background.

While I was the one to accept the contract from the devil.


A/N: And there is the Jojo reference. Anyway thanks for reading this shitpost of mine. Here you go Mexican kun.. I finally posted it.