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" they're dead. " | " goodbye. " [kenji&rin!!]

“They’re dead.”

Of course they were; there was no way they couldn’t be.

A home torched to the ground, the ashes of the meal the flames had made scattered around his feet. He wasn’t quite sure what to feel at first, not when there were so many emotions demanding to be felt. There were so may options available to him then. He could allow the blue in his soul to swallow him whole and take him to where he hoped to see them again. Or he could be shaded in hues of purple, rejoicing this newfound freedom from those he used to think he could do without. Then there was the more favorable of the three that screamed the loudest, to be be dipped in the red that lived within in his own veins.

Red like anger. Hot like regret. Burning like hell.

He couldn’t remember when he had dropped to his knees, Kenji’s gaze transfixed on what had once been his childhood home. This was nothing more than the opening act, a teasing gesture to get him to come out and join the grownups. He never should have gone into hiding the way he had; he shouldn’t have run the way he always did. Curling his fingers into fists, he didn’t have to ask why it was the air around them as so pungent. It was the stench of death he had grown to know far too well. He only wished to ask if they had suffered; if they, his family blamed him for the fate that had been sealed for them. Had this always been the future that had been waiting for them or was it they would had changed it for them?

The brunet rose to his feet, something in his expression having changed. He didn’t need to be told what he already knew. They were gone and they were not coming back. Goodbye were the days where he didn’t speak a word. Farewell were the times where he would have bowed his head in shame. And hello to the days the world would wish they had never known.

"So is the person who did this.”

“Goodbye.”

There was no more denying it; he really had brought this upon himself. Every decision that had brought him to this moment had been made consciously, but maybe not clearly. He had played himself for the fool. Having painted himself into a corner that had no exits. The end was staring him straight in the eye in more ways than one. All the promises that had been made, they all seemed meaningless now. She wasn’t going to protect him now and after all he had done… All he had made her do… Maybe this was Kenji finally receiving the punishment he thought he could use others to shield himself from experiencing firsthand.

All he had wanted to do was live, but such a want had led him to do terrible things.

“You don’t have to do this Rin. Please, just put the gun down and let us talk about this.”

She had found out, but the cruel reality was it really had only been a matter of time. She had found her phone he had kept hidden from her and ultimately had discovered he had been previously conspiring against her with another one of the remaining diary holders who had been taken out of the game before they could aid Kenji with what needed to be done. She was dangerous, he was scared of her and that had pushed him to make a decision he now could only regret.

“You have to believe me that it’s not what it looks like!” He was growing frantic. “Please just listen to me for a second!”

Sweat was dripping down the back of his neck, his eyes flickering between the barrel of the pistol she had aimed in his direction and the screen of his own phone which she had taken from him and held out for him to see.

[Today at 7:08pm] Rin shoots a single bullet into my skull. I die instantly. DEAD END.

He continued to plead with her, but no matter what he said, his future did not change. This really seemed to be the end for him and seeing as he only had three minutes until his fated dead end, he dropped to his knees before her. His expression was blank. He didn’t have anything left to say. He had so many regrets burning like fire on the tip of their tongue, but breathing the last of his beating heart into them seemed pointless. As did much of what had happened from the start of this game.

Kenji only looked up when hearing the gun click into place.

“Rin please! I’m sorry, I’ll never betray you like that again! I-I…” He cut himself off. What had he not just said about this all being pointless. He hung his head in shame, he would die like the coward he had always been. The last word that would ever be spoken to him weighed on him heavily. The boy being given nothing more than a simple farewell before the sound of a gunshot was the last true thing he would ever hear.

And then there was only one left. One champion. One victor and Kenji had only been kidding himself when thinking he could have been that one.

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truthsofrp reblogged your post and added:

u should def tell me when ur around next time!!

oh my gosh definitely!! 

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happi bdai mi luv

thank u gross croc lover

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truthsofrp replied to your post: hey y’all it’s me again!!!

ILY BC EVERYTIME I SEE IM GETTING A LITTLE CLOSER TO GAINING THE COURAGE OF MAKING A CHANNEL SYD

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what do u think of jakgay :-)

jakgay, queen of germany, just like herb you always makes me feel so weak i bet u kiss ur knuckles right before they touch my cheek  bc it’ll be like 5am for me and im exhausted but then i remember iTS EVEN LATER FOR YOU?? even most problematic faves gotta sleep jakgay 

u may be 100% vanilla but your 100% croc queen to me and i still cant believe you wore them... in public... in front of people... okay im srry you do you croc queen whatever 

u played my doctor the other night when i thought i might be ded and now im going to the fr doctor so im not as ded thanks jakgay  

u might be the MOST problematic but ur my german queen and ily!!

[hcneybaby]

wat u think of the problematic vodka bitch

ur just too problematic i cant even say put it into words /??? my most problematic fave

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isn’t he a cutie tho ?

[mamasugalives-blog]

" i think i'm dying, ken. " | " why don't you love me? " | " oh, yeah. we are sooo gonna make out. " [kenji&rin!!]

“I think I’m dying, Ken.”

Trauma changed people and what he had experienced over the course of the last several weeks could certainly be labelled as such. He had witnessed death firsthand, had felt a pulse go still from beneath his own palms; he knew betrayal, complete terror and what it meant to be a coward, but also how to draw strength from the darkest of places, yet none of that seemed to matter any longer now that it was all about to come to an end.

He was awfully relaxed as he finished setting the table for the pair; Kenji having promised Rin a night solely focused on her and as a means to make sure there were no distractions, both of their cellphones had been tucked away. Kenji felt strangely numb as the dinner he had prepared for her was devoured, his tongue tasting nothing more than ash despite being told that this was one of the best dishes he had yet to create. He laughed with her, his hand placed atop her thigh as his eyes watched her glass slowly begin to drain. It was only when Kenji had left for the kitchen to retrieve her favorite desert he had spent hours perfecting that he heard a loud thud, the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the floor. He still did not smile, not even with the finish line so clear in sight. Kenji washed his hands, not rushing himself, still bothering with placing their desert on the table before walking towards her, kneeling down next to her and taking her increasingly growing weak body in his arms.

“You are dying Rin.” He stroked her hair soothingly. “I do hope it doesn’t hurt.”

These games, all the blood, the lies and ultimately her, they had changed him and not for the better. In her eyes he could see his own reflection, but what he saw was not much different from what he had been looking at all this time. Leaning down, he pressed their foreheads together, murmuring the last sweet words she would ever hear before the last of the drugs he had mixed into her drink finished corroding away at her body. If only she hadn’t trusted him the way that she had; if only he hadn’t trusted her the way that he had. He wanted to laugh at the irony that they were each other’s undoing but not in the way he had expected.

“Everything will be okay Rin, I’m strong now and that’s thanks to you. You’ve done so much for me and it’s only fair that I set you free. My only regret is I couldn’t give you the white wedding you wanted.”

It was sickening the way a tear leaked from the corner of his eye; Kenji mourning the death of the woman who had manipulated him from the start, the woman whose blood would be on his hands. He just wanted this to be over and when it was and the universe was his, he would take away his memories, he would forget it all. The very last memory he wanted to hold onto as oblivion swallowed the world whole being the taste of her lips and her name rotted on his tongue.

“Everything will be okay.”

“Why don’t you love me?”

He wanted to ask her why she thought it was even possible for him to love her, but it was difficult to do so with a mouthful of blood. He had lost count of how many times her thin arms had lashed out at him, Kenji having to blink away the stars that were scattered across his vision. He had misbehaved again, having slipped up and spoke the truth that she didn’t want to hear and didn’t want to believe. And now he was paying the price for his foolish mistake.

“Rin please…” He croaked out, lamely lifting his arms to block a careless fist that had been aimed at his skull.

How much longer could he keep going on like this was the more proper question to be asking Kenji in this moment. He couldn’t say what it was that was motivating him at this point to keep up this fight for his life, but he supposed it always came down to the same thing as it did with him, fear. Fear had pushed him closer to her, fear had had him do some unforgivable things and now fear had him begging for his life so pathetically it made his own stomach turn.

“I-I’ll try harder from now on.” Blood pooled out of the side of his mouth as he spoke. “You just have to teach me how Rin. I’ll be a good student, I promise.” He was so ashamed of himself, but he was backed into a corner and this was the only way he knew how to fight his way back out.

“One day I’ll love you more than you thought possible, I know I will… Just please.” He looked up at her fists dipped in his blood. “Please stop.”

“Oh yeah. We are sooo gonna make out.”

He had always been content with his simple life, with being a simple being, but now he was certain such a life was not possible to go back to. Who he had been, that boy with the timid step who aways seemed to avert his gaze when speaking with others as if he had more important matters on his mind, he was gone and he wasn’t coming back. Having been the one to burry him beneath the earth, Kenji was sure of this.

He couldn’t go back, he just couldn’t now that he had killed for her.

She was his lifeline, she was his weapon, the trick up his sleeve which meant he couldn’t allow for her to be taken from him, not quite yet. He had gone berserk when one of the other diary holders tracked them down. He had wanted to run at first, she had even told him too when the fight didn’t seem to be one they could both survive, but when he heard her scream, his feet were carrying him back to her without him being aware of the decision that had been made.

There was a brief lapse in his memory, a black space between the moment he turned around and the second a body fell at his feet. Kenji looked at his hands, when had he even picked up the axe he had used to cleave through someone’s skin as if it were effortless? The weapon he had been holding fell from his grasps, Kenji remaining still before he remembered why he had come back in the first place. He dropped to his knees next to her, sighing in relief when he came to the conclusion that her injuries were not fatal.

“You’re safe now.” Though he couldn’t be sure who it was exaclty he had been referring to with his soft words. Her response however had reality knocking at his door and his cheeks turning to the same shade as the crimon blood that was soaking his shirt. “Can we get out of here first?”

[etcrnities]

what do u think of young jaky ;-/

she sucks eggs x

[kianrph-blog]

what do u think about jaky i heard shes a lil bitch

ok let me tell u a story bout this lil bitch from the land of vodka 

ok so when we first met … she was an angel. a lil bagel of hopes n dreams. then the gc got toxic and she joined the anti anti anti becca club. 

this wouldn’t have been such a problem but we were so in love at the time despite our difference in age and the obvious language barrier but now ??? she is nothing but a memory 

also she likes zoe sugg and that makes me gag and not in a good way

and she’s 100% vanilla and that makes me so unaroused i can’t deal

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#i cant belieb u went to my hometown without me knowing omg 

truthsofrp omfg next time if i go there and you’re there as well i’d love to say hi?

[swiftroleplays]

why didnt u r8 me im upset ?!

bc u wear crocs get away from me

[abbeyofrp]

i barely have any oops but my selfie tag is /selfie bc i have no creativity

ahah dw abt it !! i would say hailee steinfeld !!

*&. send me ur selfie tag n i’ll fancast u !!