Author's Note: Well, this is the last one-shot I have for the time being, so this will be the last chapter I post for a while. But I have a few prompts sitting around that I haven't gotten to yet, so chances are this will be updated sometime in the not-so-distant future (partially because this one is way too depressing to leave as the last note). Thank you to everyone who's been reading, and I hope you all have a great week!
Setsuko x Mitsuko
Prompt: Your muse is killed and mine is unable to save them.
"Setsuko!" Mitsuko struggled desperately against the two government officials who were restraining her. "Setsuko!" she shrieked again, aiming a kick at one of the men. She made contact and heard a loud grunt, but his grip on her did not loosen.
Setsuko's short hair fell into her eyes as she was forced to her knees. Trembling, she looked up at Mitsuko and shook her head wildly, which caused a third man to hold a gun to the back of her head. She froze, but her mouth kept moving. "Mitsuko, go, they can't hurt you, go, you have to get—"
Tears were pouring down Mitsuko's face as she continued to flail against the officials. "No, no, no, no…"
The man with the gun to Setsuko's head pulled the trigger, and the gunshot resonated through the apartment.
Mitsuko collapsed, all the fight leaving her body. The officials stumbled backwards, caught off guard, and she fell to the ground in a heap, thinking she might be sick. Her best friend, her sister… gone.
A small, broken noise escaped her, and she pushed herself onto her hands and knees. Three guns were immediately trained on her, but Mitsuko didn't care. She could only stare at Setsuko's body, a thousand memories flashing through her mind. They'd always known this day could come, but they had a plan — they should have been able to escape. My fault…
A violent sob was wrenched from her throat, and Mitsuko collapsed once again.