Don't own Oregairu and Watchmen
Chapter 10: The End is Nigh
Four fire trucks, three ambulances and two police cars sprawled themselves across ground zero, setting up a perimeter and cordoning off devastated areas. Evacuation was top priority, keeping collateral damage to a minimum was a standby order and preventing further calamity was plain common sense.
Medics treated wounds, firemen doused flames and policemen stood watch. Foreboding and apprehension was thick amongst ruined landscapes and smouldering structures, breeding soot and smog and creating an atmosphere of decomposition and decay.
Scavenging for survivors, digging up people from debris and zipping body bags was a demoralising and inhumane experience for many capable men, meant to carry out duties and maintain law and order with discretion and decorum.
Dismembered limbs, disfigured corpses and spilling innards, sketched in many memories. Paramedics called time of death. Fire-fighters managed flames, prevented them from spreading further into domesticated neighbourhoods and successfully launched many rescue operations.
Not everyone was saved.
They lost a few of their own but regardless continued their operations to save civilians.
Law enforcement agencies stood watch, helplessly. Made in charge of crowd control, they found themselves forming a human chain and foiling attempts of anyone reckless enough to sneak inside. Watching families breakdown before their own eyes was disconcerting, having this recorded and televised by a teeming militia of journalists and cameramen was distressing, and having to answer unanswerable questions was a difficult and debasing skill which brought an unnamed shame to their uniform which was unbearable to swallow.
One young woman having more than a passing resemblance to a famous female entrepreneur was amongst this gradually growing mob. She had long dark hair and black eyes and though by profession she was a journalist, today she was just another worried soul praying for everything to turn out alright. She was clutching a letter containing a dying declaration from a man who changed her since she was in elementary school and continued to mould her throughout her entire adult life. She wanted him to stay alive. He had come for her once, when she was trapped in a burning high school building along with two of her friends and he had saved her then but here she was unable to return his favour. He was perhaps burning to his death and here she was partaking in a mob with unshed tears in her eyes. She will not cry, though in her mind she complains, how she never got to say to him how much his praise meant to her, how much his help meant to her, how much his presence meant to her, but she will never cry, not even when she sees his dead body, attends his funeral and visits his grave. Like him, she will break this promise.
Away, swarmed by heavy traffic and feeling guilt was a man with short, messy greenish hair and turquoise eyes like his sister, who was a detective by profession. He had received news from a family friend who was a journalist and after a moment of verification and exchanging information with his fellow policemen he had rushed outside leaving both his sisters to take care of his lover. His hands drummed uneasily over the steering wheel of this unmarked car taken without proper permission from police authorities and he found himself wishing to break every traffic law by flaunting his badge and waving his gun to make this vehicles standing before him, causing needless problems to traffic, disperse and dissolve from his presence. He honked again but to no avail. Traffic was flowing towards the opposite direction and here he was going against the flow to bring back a person who was foolish enough to leave him behind, stupid enough to send a badly written letter explaining nothing at the wrong address and then self-sacrificing enough to head into a potentially dangerous situation without any proper back up and to his best and utmost knowledge, without any planning whatsoever. Feeling powerless, he fumbled into his inner coat pocket to take out his phone and place a call gathering as much Intel as possible over the latest development taking place over this latest fiasco. While taking out his phone with an unnecessary jerk of his shoulder, he noticed something else spilling out from his pocket. It was incredibly small. He was being selfish, he admonished himself in his worries when he found himself panicking on not finding this incredibly small object but at this moment this incredibly small ornament contained everything he needed for a natural happy life. He found his brand new purchase, a ring with a princess cut diamond and without a word pocketed it safely inside his confines. Now was not a time to ponder over an unasked question. He will ask her after he finds her brother and if he finds him dead he will never find it in himself to come around to ask her this question.
Away and away, at a home three women gave courage to one another. Without a brother, without a lover, without their complete family, they found themselves giving shoulder to one another.
A young woman found herself openly crying in a corner. She was reading signs and getting signals of an expected proposal and now she was waiting for a call from him telling her whether her dear brother was alright or not, alive or not. She ran a hand over her ahoge, crying silently. Instead of finding matrimonial bliss, she would once again find herself attending a funeral parlour, giving a eulogy and looking over the burial process of her last family member. If her elder brother is dead she would have no one else to relate to by blood, if her elder brother is dead marrying would be out of the question and if her elder brother is dead she would never search for something so cruel like love. Never again will she love only to lose it all over again. She waited for a phone knowing it will be a long wait.
The eldest among these three young women with bluish hair and purple eyes, found herself on the verge of breaking. She had to remain strong, she was the oldest, she had to remain responsible and accountable and after this ordeal was over she had to pick up the pieces where he left off. Her birthday was on October 26 and though she never celebrated it with much gusto this time around she had decided to take matters into her own and make decision on his behest, decision that would affect both of them. Both of them were the eldest of their families, both of them sacrificed their own personal lives so that their siblings could have a chance at happiness, at life, at love, which was denied to both of them but after a lot of careful self-introspection, she reached an epiphany and she decided to try her chance at happiness, at least for once. She would have confronted him, taking advantage of her birthday but now it looked highly impossible. He had to go kill himself and make a spectacle of it. There was something between them, both of them knew it, only he was the one who failed to acknowledge it and now it was far too late. She loved him and by his poorly written letter he loved her as well but they never found the courage to express their love for one another in words. He wrote his feelings down in a poorly written letter only when he knew he was about to die and even then he lacked the courage to give it to her, instead leaving it at the doorstep of a close friend. He was a coward, he was flawed, he was doomed and yet here she was praying for his safe return, praying for her own brother to risk his life if he has to in order to save him and praying for him to let him be saved by someone else for once. However she was done praying to be together with him. They were not meant to be and though she loved him, it was better to let him leave instead of forcing him to be someone who he could never be. She will be with him but she will never be a part of him. Never again will she put herself first and try reaching for someone who will never be there for her in a capacity which she was secretly yearning for over a decade. Right now she only wanted him alive and back and though she hated it and him, she would be happy to maintain the status quo, if it meant he would once again be a part of their family, which was brought together by suffering and not by love.
The youngest of the three young women with blue hair and purple eyes which made her a look alike of her elder sister, only lacking in a serious outlook and mature temperament found herself losing again to sadness and bereavement. She was young in comparison to all of them but she understood what was happening and what would result with another death in their little family. She was crying, all of them were crying. Some whimpering, some sobbing, some weeping, but she had faith in her eldest brother more than anyone one of them. She trusted her older brothers, one was by blood, another by bond and though she was crying, she was waiting and praying and once again thanking for having such a great friend who disregarded her journalistic instinct and decided to inform them first of what was happening. She had to find some lingering ray of hope in all this turmoil and she had to be the one who made both her older sisters acknowledge that there was no shame in crying together while keeping assurance in one hand and reliance on another.
Away and away and away, at a hospital a female doctor with brown hair and greyish eyes received two critically wounded patients. At high school she was their senpai and now she was their doctor. There was nothing she could do for them except hand them over to a far more capable person. She was not a judgemental person, a doctor cannot have the luxury to pass judgement. They have to treat mass murderers and war heroes with impartiality and without any prejudice and these same capable hands had to write their names in prescriptions and medical sheets. However she thanked her luck on not being their operating physician. For once she found herself unable to move away from temptation by having them bleed all over an operating table. Both these high school friends always gave the impression that they were more than friends but never did they display such destructive tendencies. By the looks of it they will have to be answerable to a far greater authority than any meagre law enforcement division. If there is any consolation both of them will not survive the night, judging from the nature of their grave injuries but perhaps they might die together.
Away and away and away and away, a pair of bespectacled lovers reunited themselves and decided to keep a low profile by escaping the city through less scrutinised modes of transportation. Sadly, love trumped over friendship and pushing his Ferrari over a cliff would throw away others hot on their trails. He was simply following her instructions and she was simply thinking for both of them. After everything, both of them wanted to stay together, she wanted him and he accepted her. Love cost them everything and abandoning a friend was one of them. He knew his only friend would understand, he would expect nothing less from him and after many years when all of this is left behind them and maybe if both of them are still together then he would honour his friendship by visiting his grave. For now, he only looked at his love and comforted her by wiping her red spectacles with fresh new tears. Both of them are rotten and despicable but now they have a chance at life free from compromise and deception. Far from perfect but this was close to perfection for both of them and right now they needed solitude and a moment only for themselves. He hoped his friend would understand but he had no hope of making his family understand. Both of them will never be able to show their face to his surviving family members.
Away and away and away and away and away, two blondes, a man with blue eyes and a woman with olive green eyes, boarded a private chartered flight and informed their pilot to take them to a country with a non-extradition treaty with Japan. One would soon be a widower, he had high hopes of his wife not surviving this latest ordeal but he would never take this chance again. He was not alone, he had someone with him and it was high time he returned her feelings. After everything that has happened, after everything he did and after everything he had her to, she still wanted to be with him. He could ask for nothing more. He would return but only after confirmation of all their deaths. He would wait and live and enjoy his life with a woman he never cared about but who could do anything for him. She found love, not true, not reciprocated, but she would stay with him and protect him through this ordeal. She came back from the dead and proved everyone her worth and she was certain she had won him over this time around. After everything that has happened, after everything that will happen, she was still pining for him and he was still using her like a beard. After many deaths nothing changed them. She was in love and he was unable to love her back but he was exemplary at keeping up a carefully crafted pretence.
Somewhere, somewhere close, somewhere far, maybe here, maybe there, maybe somewhere else, a pair of dead fish eyes found new meaning, saw nothing but blindness and lack of oxygen made him lose consciousness. His lips moved and he said something. Completely inaudible perhaps unintelligible and incomprehensible, maybe a curse, maybe some garbled up garbage, maybe a misheard cough.
…Maybe a name
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THE END.
Now everyone you might be wondering what is up with this chapter? I did nothing, I gave out no names, there was no dialogue, there was only description and more description.
Well you got more hints but nothing was explicitly mentioned. You are not certain whether 8man dies or not and neither are you certain about a lot of things. Like all those characters that randomly appeared and are completely out of context.
Well for those of you who were unfortunate enough to read the previously uploaded and horribly written Chapter 10 which I later deleted, you should know I'm writing a spin off.
It will be a romantic tragedy.
And it will explain everything from the very beginning. Like:
How Hikigaya lost his parents? How Saki lost her parents? What happened to all the characters in their final year of high school? What happened between Hikigaya and Yukino? And lastly why did Yukino do all of this? And exactly what did she do?
Well this project was written in a journal format and sadly not everything could be explained from how only 8man saw and interpreted things. Keep in mind this was my first fanfic and I learnt a lot from my mistakes which hopefully I will repeat in a lesser frequency. Yeah, I'm admitting to making mistakes, yeah I'm not perfect.
For now this is it.
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To The Greatest Guest Reviewer Ever (Yeah, if you won't give me a pen name I will give you one): I am dedicating this chapter to you.
Thank you, thank you for being completely honest with me. You were absolutely correct the "Chapter 10" I previously uploaded was horrible. It ruined the atmosphere, it ruined the build-up, and if it weren't for you it would have ruined this story.
Thank you for reading that horrible, badly written chapter and still giving me a review. You were right? Why should you praise me for bad writing? After getting an honest feedback from you I deleted that chapter. Sadly, in the process your review also got deleted. Please don't think I deleted your review. I would never do such a thing.
Hopefully this chapter will be a suitable apology.
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