Mikuo laid out on his bed, his hands tucked behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling blankly, the air conditioner whirring loudly spreading cool air through the room but it didn't seem to faze Mikuo in the slightest bit as his hair fell into his face slightly. He looked to his window where the faint afternoon light was filtering his room, the buzzing of his phone annoying as all hell, much like the buzzing of a fly in your ear and he sighed gently as he sat up slowly. He was wearing black pants and a plain black shirt, making him seem paler than usual and he stood up barefooted as he walked across his room where his phone laid on the surface of his dresser looking at it blankly only reaching out a hand picking up the teal phone in his hand and flipped it open carelessly.
It was a text message from Luki saying he wanted to meet with Mikuo at Kaiko's apartment, that he wanted them all to talk. Mikuo scoffed softly, smirking humorlessly as his hand gripped the phone in his hand tighter and he looked at his desk where the picture of him, Luki and Kaiko sat, Luki's face still scratched out from the black marker, he still felt surprising shocks of pleasure when he saw it still. He walked to his dest sitting on the floor in front of it and he rested his arms on the cool surface and rested his pale cheek against his ams staring at the picture as he had done so many times in the past weeks. Kaiko's hair, her glowing face, her sparkling eyes, her dimples, her hugely bright smile.
All of it drew in Mikuo in a way he couldn't explain, but the one thing he didn't understand was why Kaiko didn't choose him, when as they had laid in bed together he was sure they clicked, but no she went straight back to Luki! His hands curled into tight fists as he glared at the blacked out face of Luki even as he felt a press of tears but they never burned or pricked at his eyes like they had once before.
He then stood up opening the main drawer of his desk, the knife he'd carried to Kaiko's apartment laid there, large and wickedly sharp, for he sharpened it every day and he knew that by just barely pressing his finger to the edge, that it was sharp enough to cut through the first layer of his skin easily enough and that made him smile, just to remember it.
He grabbed and held the knife in his hand, the familiar gleam of the metal and the feel of the handle in his hand brought him a strange sense of calm and he smiled slightly to himself as he pressed the knife to his thigh as he dashed out of his room, down the hall and out of the house uickly without his mother noticing which he was grateful for. Then he sped, ran blindly despite a few gleams of the metal from the knife, he felt blind to where he was going but knew exactly what he would do when he got there.
He ran up the streets as fast as his body would allow him too, his arms pumping at his sides hard as his breathes came in pants from the exertion and his cheeks flushed softly but when he finally, blessedly and finally, arrived at Kaiko's apartment he saw her lights on and knew, with a clenching of his jaw even as the setting sun shined in his eyes, that Luki was there. He climbed the stairs slowly, deliberately, until he reached the little walk way walking quicker then turned walking to Kaiko's apartment and he held the knife behind his back as he lifted his hand knocking soft yet loudly. The door opened to reveal Kaiko who looked sad but her eyes sparkled softly at Mikuo but strange as it was he felt like slapping her for looking pleased with him being there, he looked over her shoulder at Luki and glared. Hard.
"Mikuo I'm...I'm happy you're here. Come on in." Kaiko softly said as she turned walking into the apartment with Mikuo trailing after her, his dead eyes looking around vacantly and he noticed how Kaiko stood by her double doored glass windows, which were opened which lead to a little balcony for her to hang laundry if she wanted or to sit, Luki stood by the wall and Mikuo stood in the door way.
"Why did you want me here." Mikuo said sounding tired as he looked at Kaiko and only her.
"I want you here because I'm worried about Mikuo! You're...You're not acting like yourself and it...it scares me! You won't talk to me, you won't talk to Luki, you won't talk to anyone! Why? Why won't you talk to us?" Kaiko asked with her blue eyes begging to understand but Mikuo's head had bowed slightly causing his bangs to cover his face casting shadows over his eyes as he looked at the ground. "Mikuo why won't you-"
"You left me behind! That's why I won't talk to you! You and Luki left me behind!" Mikuo screamed suddenly making Luki's eyes widen and Kaiko to look at him with shock when tears began to slid down his cheeks. "You both lied to me! You promised no one would be left behind but you left me behind! I can see it, hear it, feel it! You left me behind for one another!"
"Mikuo you've got the wrong idea!" Luki shouted suddenly as he walked forward and Mikuo's head snapped up, his eyes glittering with the tears but remained dead and glazed all the same as he glared a bit.
"It's true Mikuo! Just because we-me and Luki-well..are together doesn't mean we left you behind!" Kaiko had tears glimmering in her eyes as she walked forward a bit and Mikuo's hand, the one held bind his back, tightened around the handle of the knife as his jaw clenched tightly.
A warm, faint breeze moved through the room making the dress Kaiko wore, black which was fitting, along with Luki's own black on black wear, which surprised Mikuo faintly that they all had the idea to dress in black like they were mourners. Luki walked over to Kaiko, his arm moving around her slender waist and his hand clenched the blades handle tighter and tighter until his knuckles were aching.
"It isn't! Look you're even choosing one another! You've let me behind! You don't need me! You let me behind!" He screamed as his head shook hard and his body rippled with barely held back anger, his tears spraying through the air gently as his head moved and he glared hard then he seemed to go cold, emotionless and his head bowed again as he walked forward just a few steps and he adjusted his grip of his blade. "But if I can't have you, then he can't either."
"Mikuo!" Luki shouted seeming to anticipate the aqua haired boys movements but as Mikuo ran forward it seemed like a huge blur as to what happened.
His mind could only absorb his screams and tears, the way Luki looked angry but worried, how he looked immediately panicked and Kaiko's face held surprise and the setting sun glinting off his blade softly, wickedly, but seductively all the same. Then, time crashed and caught up to him, he found his knife sunk deep in Kaiko's stomach, right over the scar she pointed out to them once before, his body beginning to tremble hard as his tears welled up anew as he looked at Kaiko, who had her own tears trickling down as she coughed, a little splatter of blood on her lips flew out and a thin little stream of blood fell from the corner of her lips, her full pink lips, to roll down to her chin staining her perfect white skin. Her blue eyes weren't afraid, angry or sickened, there was a strange form of acceptance in those irises that reflected his image making his eyes grow lighter almost horrified but two soft lips pressed to his softly.
"I love you, Mikuo. I always have." Kaiko whispered against his lips before she fell away from him with a little twisting motion and she landed with a thud, his ears barely registering it but he realized his knife had slid out of her slowly and seductively, but his eyes gazed blankly at nothing as her words rang through his mind, his shirt soaked with her blood along with his hands, which were stained very lightly as his tears gushed down and his eyes slowly moved down to see Luki rushing to Kaiko and holding her bleeding body.
"Kaiko! Oh god Kaiko hang on! Fuck! I'll-I'll get you some help just hang on!" Luki shouted at her as he held her tight when a movement caught his attention and his blue eyes lifted to see Mikuo standing, legs braced apart, the knife now angled at his throat, the tip glinting gently.
"How does it feel? To watch someone you love be taken away? All the memories, all of them..every single one...I'll keep them..." Mikuo muttered faintly and he sucked in a soft breath, a bit freaked out that his heart was still beating slowly but he wasn't too worried for he shut his eyes, his aqua lashes dark when they met together and Luki's eyes widened, hi pupils shrinking quick with his horror.
"Mikuo don't"! Luki screamed shifting to jump up, to knock the blade out of his hands, anything, but the coldly glinting knife sank and cut through the flesh of Mikuo's throat easily, the blood flowing quickly and he fell to the floor, the blood pooling around his throat and head quickly, his eyes remaining closed. "Mikuo!" It was the last scream, the last time he heard Luki's voice clearly, before he was sucked into a swirling black mass of nothing.