#PLEAAAASE PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME DRDT FANDOM

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Took a break from life to write this yw drdt fandom. No i will not post this on ao3.

spoilers for DRDT chapter one.

“And, Teruko?... Good night.”

Teruko had slept well that night. Despite being in a so-called killing game, there weren't many people she was very concerned about. Sure, Charles was… Charles, but she didn’t worry about if he would kill her. He didn’t have much of a reason to, aside from the CD-DVD thing, but she doubted he would go to extremes over that.

Besides, she had found someone friendly enough that she was willing to call a friend. Xander seemed like a hopeful idiot, sure, but it was a bit nice to have around. He didn’t seem to care much for her bad luck.

After all she had gone through, that was rather… nice.

“I’m sorry for this.”

She was a fool. A pure and utter fool. How could she trust? Why did she trust? Even the kindest of people, even the most perfect humans, were all scumbags. There was a wound in her stomach, gaping wide open like a hungry mouth and drooling blood from it. 

In front of her, Xander was pacing back and forth, muttering mad words to himself and tugging at his hair. Even as she tried to stop the crimson spill, Teruko found herself straining to listen to his rambling. 

“Just why did you ask me to kill Teruko?” the knife clattered to the floor as he spoke, followed by one gloved hand finding it’s way up to his face. Despite the situation, his fingers ran through his red locks, ones that matched the color he had spilled from Teruko’s abdomen, and combed them back.

Teruko opened her jaws to respond, but she was hardly aware of the words that spilled out. His golden gaze, once full of warmth and care, were now a dull gray that carried sorrow and bitterness.

He spoke of more apologies and trust, but they were just whispers to her. As her vision swam, she only heard one last thing.

“Good night, Teruko.”