The grim cemetery has never felt so celebratory. I finally got what I wanted. Needed. Chainsaw Man! But...

"Ah yes~ We'll be so happy together! We'll eat a lot together, sleep together, and live a happy life together! I can't wait to bathe together, kill lots of devils together, and love each other..."

...

"I..."

...

"...Chainsaw man..."

...

"Why do I feel so empty-"

I was quickly interrupted by the indescribably loud weeps of a chainsaw. It ferociously tore through my flesh. I let my guard down.

Vision began fading, as I looked up at him in disgust. But I felt relieved. I have no idea why. Why am I feeling relieved while blood is spewing out of me?

"Sorry, Makima-san..." The boy uttered.

I felt my expression instinctively lighten as he uttered those words. Those were genuine words. Then he took Chainsaw Man away from me. At this point, I was too lost in my own thoughts to care.

He then began ripping me into shreds. Tear by tear, he was grinding me up. It just felt empty. And painful.

Then my final remaining thoughts went to the boy that was tearing me up. He didn't want to do this.

But I destroyed it. His life. He'll never be a normal boy. He'll never be able to return.

I turned him into a motionless husk.

I turned him into Chainsaw Man.

I thought that's what I wanted. Genuinely. But I led him on. Letting him think I actually loved him: a boy with such trauma. He killed his own father. Sold his mutilated body. Even so, he finally paid back his debt. But the moment he did, all I did was steal it from him.

I really am the worst. Maybe this is for the best. He'll likely find a way to prevent me from coming back, so there's nothing I can do.

Two minutes ago, I would've called myself crazy for even thinking these thoughts. Hmmm.

I accepted my fate, as he followed through, and destroyed my brain, preventing any more thoughts...

Break

I woke up laying down. Fully intact.

What was that stench? And that buzzing sound? It was dark, nearly pitch black. It felt rough under me. I moved a little bit, and felt the rattles of plastic and glass.

I'm in a dumpster.

I pushed the top open as hard as I could. All my might didn't even make it budge. It's almost as if fate itself has shut the door. I began to look around.

Next to me were someone's body parts, and some kind of dog that was sliced in half. As I began to squirm around, I found the head of the mutilated person. I turned his head, and it was Denji's.

His glistening eyes had been reduced to lifeless orbs.

My eyes widened. I instinctively moved back. This is the first time something has genuinely revolted me. This is weird. Who was playing with my emotions?

Creating a little distance between me and the boy, I find the dog piecing itself back together. As if wires began to pull it intact.

"This is his soul," the dog whimpered, as it slowly turned towards Makima, who was scrunched up, in order to fit into the dumpster.

"You've taken everything from him..."

I felt a wet warmth on my face. That's strange. I fidgeted my arms around the dumpster to get to my face. When I touched it, I realized it was trailing from my eyes. I was crying.

Crying over someone? Why was I crying?

Sadness is a rare feeling for me, but it felt like a weight crawling over me, grasping me from my legs and pulling me. It kept developing. What have I done?

"...but it's not too late." The dog stated, as it fully revealed itself to Makima.

"You're!" Makima interjected.

How was I talking to Pochita? I assumed this was the afterlife, so this was it for me. Maybe I was dreaming?

"This isn't a dream. You swallowed a bit of Denji's blood, as it trickled down his chainsaw from when he was... mutilating you. Right now, you are a pile of flakes on Denji's table. He's about to eat you, and you will become one with him."

"..." Words couldn't be uttered. Was it hate, sadness, grief, or hope that held my tongue? But Pochita mentioned that it's not too late. Is it not too late?

"He loves you still... More than anything... I can lend you my power, and you can come back. You will no longer have your devil by your side, but you can come back to being a regular human. That's my choice though... So tell me. What is Denji to you?"

"Well... I–"

"What are your true feelings? This may be sudden after he just mutilated you."

"Denji is... someone I feel for. I don't know what it is, what this feeling is... I DON'T KNOW WHAT I FEEL!" I screamed as tears burst out of my face.

"Do you regret what you did to Denji?"

"!-" I was shocked. Did I actually regret killing someone? I've killed literally millions of people. Not a hint of regret. But this was different... I feel like I want to see Denji again... I want to apologize... For everything.

Silence filled the air.

"Yes... I want to see him again. And apologize. He can do what he wants to me after that."

"Ok... This is your last chance... If you try anything, Denji and I will kill you. For sure. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?"

"Life." Pochita uttered.

Break

I jolted up. The light burned my eyes, compared to that dark dumpster. I looked around me instinctively. It felt a bit lighter, I don't know why.

"EHHHHH?" someone roared.

But I instinctively identified this someone.

It was...

Denji POV

I was about ready to eat, but my food fell over. That was strange. Food never disobeyed me before? I wonder if it got tired of me eating it.

"Oh well" I uttered, as I moved towards the spilled miso bowl.

The contents of the bowl were gone. I looked back at my other food. It was all gone.

I instinctively turned around to see a pink haired girl sitting straight up.

"EHHHHHH?"

Makima's back. I instinctively reached for the latch. I was definitely going to chop her up this time.

She grabbed my arm, stopping me. Normally, I would have pulled away, but my heart told me to wait.

Her long silky pink hair covered her eyes. A puddle began to form, as if rain began trickling down.

I moved back with surprise, and caution. I must be dreaming.

"Denji I-"

Makima POV

"-I'm sorry..." She began to sniffle. "I'm sorry I used you... I'm sorry I killed you... I'm sorry I betrayed you..."

Silence.

"I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING" I cried with all my heart. I was in turmoil. After my reflection, discussion with Pochita, and my revival, I couldn't take it anymore. I felt something compelling me to be with him.

He just stared. So he didn't forgive me. After all, I ruined his life. There's no way-

Warmth. Around me.

I clutched as hard as I could to this warmth, and I bawled.

I let everything out.

"I'm sorry I faked your happiness! I'm sorry I lied on our date! I'm sorry I never cared about you! I'm... I want to change it all! To give you a normal life! I'm sorry I-"

"That's enough Makima..." The choppy voice calmly stated. As I began to feel tears on my back.

"That's enough..."

CHAPTER 1 END

I always liked Makima, even if she was the biggest bitch of the seven seas. I really wish this were the real course that the story had turned. Character growth is always better than death. Well at least most of the time. But this is one of those times!

But yeah. 18+ Stuff abound. Things get very very steamy between the two!