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Art Fight Part 1!

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Title: A Despair-Inducing Death

Author: @shsl-lightning-witch

For: @ofmarionettestrings

Rating/Warning: T, violence (not much though)

Prompt: One committed murder on the other and their reaction

Author’s notes: Hi! I hope you like this. I haven’t really written much on Nagito and angst so I hope this is okay. I’ll post this on AO3 shortly after this is posted to the blog. Again I hope you enjoy this and that you have/had a good day.

Hajime wasn’t moving. He was sprawled out at his feet. Blood seeped out of the wounds on his chest and stomach, forming a small puddle underneath his body. The puddle steadily grew larger with each second, dyeing his white shirt red. His green eyes that had been full of light and life just moments before were now dull, no sign of recognition as he looked up at his killer. Nagito stared down at him, eyes wide, too shocked to move. The knife slipped from his fingers, making a clattering sound as it hit the ground. The noise was quiet as if the knife had been dropped at a further distance. When the pool of blood reached his shoes, he blinked, slowly coming out of his paralyzed state. He stepped back, shaking his head and covering his mouth. No. “No.” “Hajime isn’t dead.” He passed a hand through his hair, looking around the warehouse. Despite being alone, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching him. Pulling his hand away from his hair, he noticed that his hand was stained red. A smile spread across his face and he bit his lip in an effort to stop it from spreading. Laughter bubbled in his chest and he covered his mouth to try and stop it from coming out. Looking down at himself, he saw blood splatter covering his shirt and jacket. Before he knew it, the sound of his laughter echoed around the warehouse. “How unlucky I am!” His plan failed. The reason why he had come to the warehouse was because the warehouse played a role in his plan. After confronting Monokuma, he came up with a plan. A plan to save the traitor. Yes, saving the traitor would result in everyone else dying. But he and everyone else had to die. They deserved to die. He hated them and himself for their true identities and their actions. Everyone would receive their just punishment for what they did before they came on the trip. He kept this despairing secret from everyone else. Nagito didn’t want to see them fall into despair should they find out the truth. It was better this way. They could die without knowing the horrible, despair-inducing truth. He didn’t expect Hajime to be awake at the time. Assuming everyone would be asleep at the time, he left his cottage late at night. Hajime must have seen him leave and decided to follow him to the warehouse. This made Nagito laugh harder and louder than before. Of course Hajime would follow him. He knew that Hajime thought of him as a suspicious character and wouldn’t immediately put all his trust in him. That was understandable. He did play a role in starting the killing game. It made sense that everyone would be wary of him after the first class trial. Hajime approached him while he was setting up the Monokuma cutouts, demanding to know what he was doing. Nagito had just smiled at him, burying the tiny flutters that he got whenever Hajime was around. “You wouldn’t understand. You should just go back to bed like a good boy and forget you saw anything.” “How can I forget something like this? What are you planing and why do you have that knife with you?” He was going to use the knife to cut pieces of rope. That was all he intended to use it for tonight. Certainly not for stabbing. Stabbing would be for sometime in the morning or afternoon. But he couldn’t tell Hajime that. He wouldn’t understand what he was trying to do. And that was fine. Nobody would understand, least of all a Reserve Course student. Annoyance began building as he looked at Hajime. A Reserve course student. What a disappointment. The first time he had met him, he didn’t seem talentless. He just struck Nagito as odd. Before the whole killing game started, he would hang around him, almost like he was a moth being drawn to light. He felt calm and safe around him, something he rarely felt in his life. But now…now he felt like he had been lied to. He couldn’t help but feel an unbearable anger toward him, conflicting with the other feelings about Hajime he had. The next few moments were a bit fuzzy. He couldn’t remember exactly what Hajime said but he did know that whatever he said made him angrier than he already was. During their talk, Nagito had picked up the knife and was gesturing with it. Warmth had closed over his knife-wielding hand and he froze, looking at Hajime who had grabbed his hand in an effort to stop him. It should have been comforting to him but instead it enraged him further. An untalented person stopping a talented person? No. Untalented people don’t understand the mind of a talented person. They don’t. They don’t. And here Hajime was, trying to reason with him, saying whatever his plan was, wasn’t going to solve anything. That it was just going to create even more problems. What did he know? Next thing he knew, the knife was buried in Hajime’s stomach. Time slowed down, almost to the point that the world seemed frozen. His eyes widened as did Hajime’s own. They looked at each other with shock and fear etched into their faces. Nagito pulled the knife out slowly, blood dripping from it. Hajime’s hands replaced the knife, pressing on the wound. His fingers quickly turned red and his breathing became erratic. He looked up at him,  a mixture of fear and tears in his eyes. His lips trembled. “Why?” He asked, in a voice so small, Nagito almost didn’t hear him. “Why?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he stabbed him a second time. And again. And again. Hajime made a loud, choking sound as blood spewed up and out of his mouth. Why? Hajime pleaded with him, begging him to stop. Hajime was just another untalented, boring person. Tears streamed down Hajime’s face as he coughed and choked on his own blood. So why did it hurt that Hajime turned out not to be what he thought he was? Hajime fell to the ground, chest rising and falling rapidly. Nagito watched as Hajime’s chest slowed and his fingers stopped twitching. He should have expected that his plan would fail. His luck always found a way to ruin some aspect of his life. Despair had to happen so that it’d give way to the hope that would be born from it. The greater the despair, the greater the hope. His laughter died down until he stopped laughing completely. That’s what he always believed, what always happened. But the despair he felt now was greater than any other despair he felt in the past. Hajime isn’t dead. So why isn’t he believing it now? Hajime was watching him but not actually watching him. Even though he was dead and his gaze blank, Nagito still felt as if Hajime was giving him an accusatory look. It unnerved him. A heavy weight settled on him, pushing him down. The tiny flutters that he felt turned into sharp needles, piercing him with guilt. He gasped, struggling to breathe from the sudden despair in the air. Hajime was just a Reserve Course student. And yet he was affecting him so much. He bent and touched him. Fingers met cold skin. The cold transferred to his body causing him to shiver even though he was wearing his jacket. “Hajime?” he called out softly. No answer. He stood up again, looking down at the boy who had caused the conflicting emotions inside him. He silently hoped that he would get up. But he knew there was no hope for that. He turned away, unable to meet Hajime’s dead, accusatory gaze anymore. He didn’t look back as he walked away, leaving the warehouse. He still felt Hajime’s eyes on him. He could still see Hajime’s eyes on him. Green eyes full of light and hope, the green eyes that he loved were now dull, all hope gone. With each step he felt his grasp on hope slipping. And he feared that it wouldn’t come back. Will he ever feel hope again? Entering his cottage, he closed the door behind him, looking out into the darkness before him. He trudged over to his bed, barely remembering to toe off his shoes. His jacket slipped off as he crawled into bed, not even bothering to clean himself off. The bed was cold, mirroring how he felt inside. Mirroring how Hajime’s body felt when he touched him. Hajime. He was still there, cold and alone. And dead. The realization came hard, like he had run into a brick wall. But it wasn’t really a realization. Just an avoidance. A refusal to believe the truth. Nagito stared at the ceiling, unmoving, a tear sliding down his face that he didn’t notice. The despair was beginning to crush him now. Suffocating him so that all he felt was overwhelming sadness, guilt, and heartache. Drowning him wave after wave. The bright light of hope was shrinking rapidly until the light went out. There was nothing but despair now.

[lilmikomiko]

Miko - pronoun. Eats vicariously through Internet food porn blogs. Will convince you to sell your soul (or your firstborn) for her words. Kindness incarnate. Loves to spread joy, so avoid if you want to be miserable and do not invite to a pity party.

!!!!!!!

INTERNET FOOD PORN DEFINES ME.BUT I DON'T KNOW ABOUT SPREADING JOY.BECAUSE I JUST KILLED CHILDREN AND BABIES AND LES AND RHEA RECENTLY. :D :D:D D  AND I WAS SO HAPPY AND PROUD AND ECSTATIC TO WRITE IT.

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ofmarionettestrings replied to your post:it’s only midnight and i’m exhausted i am pathetic

was that ever true?

shhhhhhhhhhh I CAN PRETEND

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blue, kiss, picture

blue: i have to say ‘the boy who blocked his own shot’ even though i haven’t listened to it in years. annnd um explosions in the sky and whatever break-up song i’m really into atm. 

kiss: right now? chris evans bc the winter soldier is still fresh in my mind. and kuchiki rukia bc she is a celeb always in my mind.

picture: i’m really lazy so here’s an old instagram selfie l o l. (aren’t you tired of my face sonya i post so many selfies in our group blog)

/edit: picture removed bc my face is 'uggo'.

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ofmarionettestrings replied to your post: I’m proud to announce that I’ve offici...

Not ready for this oh god did I just click

take deep breaths- like lamaze breathing

[lilmikomiko]

Tackle. I want to tackle you.

*FLAILS UNDERNEATH*

[lilmikomiko]

ofmarionettestrings replied to your post:thanks to you, dear porn. why, porn, have you done...

Only you, Miko, only you. (I love you)

I AM SO SORRY I ALWAYS GET DISTRACTED BY OFFERS OF SMUT I MUST REPENT

[lilmikomiko]

I love you and your beautiful soul. A star stuck in a supernova.

(ASFJKADSJAKSLFJSKD THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR DOING THREE THINGS AT A TIME I AM SO SORRY)BUT THANK YOU ;A:  *BURSTS AND SWALLOWS EVERYTHING AS A BRANDNEW BLACK HOLE*

[lilmikomiko]

Doppio, latte, and macchiato!

Doppio: List two of your dream travel locations and why. EUROPE! Especially Paris and London, since these places have always tickled my imagination, and most of the time, those places have inspired thousands of artists and authors, recreating the magic that have always existed in those places.Latte: List three aspects of your personality that you love.

Um. I'm passionate. And....really slow to anger? And Hungry. Always hungry for everything! (Food, Knowledge, Puns...)Macchiato: Name two things you think go well together and why.

Soy sauce and Eggs, and Sour Cream with Bacon Pancakes. THEY ARE DELICIOUS.Sorry i always talk in food speak whenever I'm in off days. ;A:

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ofmarionettestrings reblogged your post ofmarionettestrings replied to your po... and added:

/blinks But you aren’t glued to your phone anyway. Your superpower is losing your phone.

.............that is the worst superpower ever.

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ofmarionettestrings replied to your post:hey babes, i just want you guys to know that i...

I couldn’t text you anyway? Remember Taiwan? /stares

I KNOW BUT IT'S JUST WEIRD I'M NOT GLUED TO MY PHONE AND I MISS YOU /clings

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hey babes, i just want you guys to know that i love and miss you, and wish i could text you, but my cell phone has apparently decided to be a TOTAL PRICK while i'm out of canada

BUT I'M ALIVE AND I LOVE Y'ALL SMOOCHIES

[lilmikomiko]

top five things you like about yourself

1. i guess um, i camouflage well in the background? i really like being silent and just adapt to things. 2. ....and i'm also a private person. :))3. i can easily love and forgive. (it's a fault to others, but not for me.)4.if my favorite song is playing even out in public, i sing along. (and others follow)5. my infinite tolerance of caffeine intake.

[lilmikomiko]

If you had to choose between eating nothing but cheese for the rest of your life (with little to no effect on your health) or never have cheese again, which would you choose?

sonya why did you ask an evil question i cannot live without all types of food at all whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

i can't choose. i can't.

because i love cheese in all things ;A; but but i love all food too!

i'll probabaly eat cheese pizza. and be fat all my life.