"They're getting married." Mamoru repeated over and over. He was still preoccupied with having a breakdown on his living room couch. In fact, he never even heard Motoki come in. He was in the process of ripping his heart out with his teeth when Motoki spoke up and scared the living crap out of him.
"Do they deserve to live after the pain they've caused you?" Motoki shook his head sadly.
Mamoru brightened at this idea, and spoke with wild, mad eyes. "Wonderful advice, Motoki! I can always count on you. I had thought of killing myself, but not them. How will I get them to jump off my roof, though?"
Fearing that Mamoru wasn't exactly in the best of mental health, Motoki stopped himself from saying anything more. He didn't want Mamoru to get the wrong idea about the words he had spoken. Instead, he just went to the local pawn shop and bought a sniper rifle for his dear friend. He assumed Mamoru would figure out how to use it when the time came.
--------------------
The scent of cherry blossoms floated through the air. The whole scene painted the very picture of serenity. Usagi, in her beautiful wedding dress, stood beside a charming Prince Daiyamondo. They looked at each other with love in their eyes and were glad to finally be joined together as one.
At least, it was a scene of serenity until Mamoru burst through the doors at the reception (He had missed the ceremony. Too bad.) with his sniper rifle by his side. He nearly knocked over a table of spam and spray cheese, but it was saved by Usagi's mother before it hit the ground.
"Time to die, everyone." Mamoru giggled as he searched for random people to dispose of. Remarkably, everyone stayed in their place as he did so. This made it rather easy for Mamoru to make his way to the couple. He aimed for Daiyamondo first. Putting his finger on the the trigger, he slowly pushed it in...
"WAIT!" Daiyamondo spoke up.
But it was too late. Blood splattered the table and the guests around him.
"Oh well," said Usagi, who was dabbing a napkin at the blood splatters on her dress.
"What a shame." Prince Daiyamondo sighed. He almost regretted telling Mamoru, but then thought more of it and changed his mind.
Usagi's mother had just finished propping the spam table up with empty chairs and came over towards the happy couple. "Usagi, dear, who was the man who just killed himself in front of you?"
Usagi looked almost wistful, though the subject had nothing to do with wistfulness. "No one, mom. Just someone who apparently didn't know how to use a gun."
With that, all the guests burst out in laughter, Motoki included. What better time for the happy couple to mark the start of a beautiful future with a kiss?
"Do they deserve to live after the pain they've caused you?" Motoki shook his head sadly.
Mamoru brightened at this idea, and spoke with wild, mad eyes. "Wonderful advice, Motoki! I can always count on you. I had thought of killing myself, but not them. How will I get them to jump off my roof, though?"
Fearing that Mamoru wasn't exactly in the best of mental health, Motoki stopped himself from saying anything more. He didn't want Mamoru to get the wrong idea about the words he had spoken. Instead, he just went to the local pawn shop and bought a sniper rifle for his dear friend. He assumed Mamoru would figure out how to use it when the time came.
--------------------
The scent of cherry blossoms floated through the air. The whole scene painted the very picture of serenity. Usagi, in her beautiful wedding dress, stood beside a charming Prince Daiyamondo. They looked at each other with love in their eyes and were glad to finally be joined together as one.
At least, it was a scene of serenity until Mamoru burst through the doors at the reception (He had missed the ceremony. Too bad.) with his sniper rifle by his side. He nearly knocked over a table of spam and spray cheese, but it was saved by Usagi's mother before it hit the ground.
"Time to die, everyone." Mamoru giggled as he searched for random people to dispose of. Remarkably, everyone stayed in their place as he did so. This made it rather easy for Mamoru to make his way to the couple. He aimed for Daiyamondo first. Putting his finger on the the trigger, he slowly pushed it in...
"WAIT!" Daiyamondo spoke up.
But it was too late. Blood splattered the table and the guests around him.
"Oh well," said Usagi, who was dabbing a napkin at the blood splatters on her dress.
"What a shame." Prince Daiyamondo sighed. He almost regretted telling Mamoru, but then thought more of it and changed his mind.
Usagi's mother had just finished propping the spam table up with empty chairs and came over towards the happy couple. "Usagi, dear, who was the man who just killed himself in front of you?"
Usagi looked almost wistful, though the subject had nothing to do with wistfulness. "No one, mom. Just someone who apparently didn't know how to use a gun."
With that, all the guests burst out in laughter, Motoki included. What better time for the happy couple to mark the start of a beautiful future with a kiss?