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Rei eats parts of his heart before the rest of him disappears. It's as simple as that. TW: CANNIBALISM, GORE

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He's left alone on that rooftop, face bloodied as he looks down at Hiro's ruined chest. His body moves on autopilot, it feels like… all of his emotions, all of his anger, was somehow seeped out of him along with that… Murderer, who had left the scene, like Hiro was nothing, a ghost, just like he said. 

Rei slowly unbuttons Hiro's shirt, hearing the wet sound of his blood sticking to his skin, Hiro's body bare and beautiful aside from the gaping bullet hole on his chest. Rei can see it, pieces of his heart, his literal heart, even around the mangled flesh because it has a different texture, smooth and covered in a thin layer of membrane, parts of it an opaque white while the rest of it is… Gone. 

There will be nothing left of Hiro. 

Parts of him are already splattered across the wall, about to be scrubbed off later to cover up the crime, and there won't be anything left of him. 

That can't be. 

They spent their whole life together, from the moment they met as children, growing up into young boys, getting into trouble and enrolling in the academy together. Hiro was always by his side. And now Hiro is gone. 

His body is still here but in a couple of hours it will– 

He picks up a piece from the dirty concrete, his eyes can't even focus on it. It's hot on his tongue, the blood still warm, making it slide down his throat easier.

See, to keep up appearance even in his death, they'll have to get rid of his body, he has to get rid of his body. 

…

He has to… get rid… He? With his own hands…? 

…

Rei takes out his pocket knife, contemplating for a while… kneeling next to Hiro, he thumps his forehead on Hiro's shoulder, nuzzling him, he smells good. The familiar cologne that's usually accompanied by a warm embrace, he smells good. Whenever the day's work would drain him to the bone, he would find ways to sneak out and meet his friend, sometimes a few hours was enough, just a hug here and there, a living breathing piece of his past when his life wasn't this complicated. 

He climbs onto his lap, cuddling him as Hiro's body gradually turns ice cold, playing with his hand until his fingers turn stiff and his muscles tightened as rigor mortis sets in without a care for his feelings. 

Rei's stomach feels hot. 

Hiro's body is so impossibly cold… But the heart inside of his body is still warm, just the slightest bit. 

Hiro’s in his stomach. Hiro in his body, in his blood, in his vein… In his– His flesh… 

Hiro. He can keep a part of Hiro. 

The grip on his knife tightens, he hugs Hiro's shoulder as tight as he can for the last time, kissing his lips with the softest touch, a peck identical to their first ever kiss all those years ago, a quick, sneaky kiss by awkward teenagers under the blooming sakura tree. 

Then, his eyes go to his exposed chest, where the blood has dried on his pale, blue and cold skin. 

So different from the tiny piece of Hiro that he swallowed earlier. 

“…don't worry.” He whispers to his childhood friend, the only man he ever loved. “I'll warm you up again… I'll… I'll keep you warm, forever, as long as I'm alive, Hiro…” 

He whispers sweet, loving promises to his ear, distracting himself from the act he's about to do, as he plunges his knife deep into his old lover's soft flesh, deep and wide enough to… Enough for him to squeeze his hand inside, his fingers, soaked and slippery with cold blood, picks pieces of Hiro's ripped heart, meticulously, bit by bit, fingers sliding in between shattered ribs, pulling strings of fat and veins; the aorta, the valve, the septum, it was all destroyed from the bullet that ricochet inside his chest until it burst through his back. 

He picked what he could, and now his lap is covered in pieces of Hiro's heart. 

Rei buttons Hiro's shirt back up, straightening his blazer, combing back his hair and wiping his face from the dried blood the best he could. 

Furuya slides off his lap and sits next to him, gathering the pieces of Hiro’s heart before resting his head on his shoulder, snuggling a bit to get comfortable… “Hiro, you're so cold…” 

It's okay. 

His fingers pinch the veins sticking from a piece of flesh, his mouth opens, pushing his tongue out as the first piece, only as big as his thumb, is placed at the very back of his throat. He did that to try and… avoid the taste of human flesh but… but… 

Why? This is… This is Hiro… what's there to be disgusted about…? 

He sits there, chewing, swallowing, piece after piece. 

He curls his hand around Hiro's arm when he's done, his whole body feels numb (better than being in pain), smiling as he watches the moonless night during the witching hour. 

“I'll keep you warm, Hiro…” He whispers, patting his stomach. “It’s okay… My heart will beat for the both of us…” 

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“You’re romanticizing it!”

No, actually, I’m sexualizing it. Thanks.

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This drawing every day shit is east. #MyCircle

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modern horror story: a single 200 chapter fic on ao3 summarized as a “collection of drabbles.” it is tagged for 200 different fandoms and every single character who so much as breathes in any of the chapters. it takes you an hour to scroll past. it is always at the top of your search results because it updates three times a week.

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How to make Shinichi's terrible fashion more tragic:

We all know Yukiko is a former famous actress, she won't let us forget when she's in the scene after all, but as a former famous actress it wouldn't be hard to guess she's very knowledgeable about fashion so why is her son's wardrobe so terrible?

The answer is simple, because she wasn't around to shop with him. She was never there to tell him what suited him and what clothes go well together, inquiring about a style he liked and helping him pick what makes him look good and what he also enjoyed.

Shinichi, who never had much an interest in fashion much anyway, probably felt even less inclined in choosing clothes when he often had no one to go with to buy them.

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I used my brain for 30 mins and i could feel myself start disintegrating from the inside out. STOP. FORGET THAT I GRADUATED. I IDENTIFY AS A BIMBO NOW JUST LEAVE ME ALONE

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oi, you osakan brat! this is the second time you’ve done this!

if ran were here, she’d beat you to a pulp!

what choice’d I have? kudo sent me a text askin’ me to.

Detective Conan Episode 345 - Showdown With the Black Organization: Two Mysteries on the Night of the Full Moon

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We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

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Pregnant woman: eats rabbit

Rabbit soul staring at developing baby: This is where the fun begins

Baby a few years later: Has weird eyes and scampers

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whatever (it's eating away at my soul)

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updated two fics today omg what am i

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Idk, I just think HiroRei being a nuisance to Akai no matter where he is, is pretty funny. Update on noctural animals:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55769293/chapters/162169756

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in bangkok my mom met a newlywed couple who were on their honeymoon with a third person, their gay best friend that they both like so much they took him along

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am i nearing my period? why do i feel like im so easily irritated and ready to kill myself at the slightest inconvenience? like if my shirt got caught on the door handle im ready to end it all. cant wait until i can get a full hysterectomy