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'Y'know, sometimes I wonder how the outside world is like right now. I wonder if maybe, there's someone out there who cares for me.....or you.' He glanced up at her, and tilted his head. 'Some may call it a foolish thought, considering I have literally nobody left that feels some level of care for me. But still. You never know...maybe there's someone. it's a comforting thought, y'know? Having someone who cares about you."

"I don't think you have to worry. You have me, after all.." Idris winked at her and grinned slightly. "I'm going all sappy, ain't I? This isn't the Idris you're used to, is it?" he stared into the distance.

"You're unusually quiet, y'know? Makes me feel like you're plotting something.....normally you're the one who does all the yapping-" Idris grinned again. "-still, I guess there isn't much to yap about anymore, considering our circumstances..." he gestured to their surroundings.

"What will you do, if we-, you get outta this hell-hole, hmm?" he glanced upwards again. "Me, personally...I dunno what I'd do. I think I'd try and get a job. something cool. Not sure really- there's not much I can actually do....sure, I'm the 'ultimate linguist' and all that bullcrap, but....it's not the best talent to have. Doesn't scream 'cool' to you, does it? More like...'ultimate nerd.'

I guess it'd be hard to get a job with my criminal record." he grimaced.

"What about you? What kinda job would you get?" he turned to face her.

He squinted. "I'm not sure what job I'd see you having. You'll probably continue being an awesome gambler." he grinned. "I tried poker before...y'know? Back when we were struggling...I was awful at it. You should teach me, if you have the time..?"

There was an unusual silence, and Idris shifted uncomfortably.

"It's stupid, though. There's no chance we'll get out of here, right? The whole blackened thing is just....bullcrap. I don't wanna murder someone to get out of here, y'know? No matter how crappy this place is. I-I....just couldn't do it."

He groaned.

"I seem so weak 'n pathetic right now, god."

He glanced up at her again. I'm not usually like this, y'know?" he fiddled with his gloves. "But lately, it feels like the floodgates have opened and I-I can't hide anything anymore." He grimaced. "...and I'm stuttering too. God, it feels like I'm the most pathetic creature to walk this earth right now."

He cussed underneath his breath.

"I'm not good with this 'emotions' bullcrap.

It's weird talking to you about it..."

He paused.

"You not gonna say anything?" he frowned. "I hope you're not silently judging me, then..." He winked.

"Anyways, as I was saying-"

He shook his head.

"I have no idea who in their right mind would do such a thing-

kill someone-

to get out?

it's just so...so....selfish....

so, so goddamn awf-"

a flash of silver caught his eye.

He glanced up at her. There was a small tear in the corner of her eye.

"no- no- no-, c'mon, Mei-"

"Mei-

...was this what you were planning?

...staying so goddamn silent....

please-

c'mon-"

She tilted her head.

"You can get out another way-

please-

please-"

She watched him beg for his life.

"We're friends, right? Please-"

"Ple-"

Pain flooded his body.

He screamed.

It was a loud, jarring noise-

A scream birthed of fresh agony and pain-

It resonated within the corridor, echoing into the nearby rooms.

He screamed and screamed and screamed until his throat was raw and even after he continue to scream.

The pain was blinding.

He fell to his knees, blood pooling the area around him.

Idris glanced at the knife handle protruding from his side.

"...you wanna get out, right? There's someone out there for you....a-apart from me...right? You want to get o-out....no...you have to get out."

Then, he glanced up at her. He knew what he would do. Sure, it was stupid but-

He still cared for her-

Despite everything.


"......get away with it, won't you? If you get caught....we both die. So like...don't...get caught? O-otherwise...." He grunted. "This will all....be...for nothing-"

He pulled the knife out, stifling a yell. Then, he took his gloves off and wrapped his hands around the knife handle.

"....this....convincing....enough?.....will....it look....like a-

...su....icide?"

His dark eyes watched her intently.

"Sure."

He grinned. "....good."

"....I guess...I-in the end....both of us.....are free-"

"One way...or another...right, Mei?"

He glanced upwards one more time, his dark eyes meeting her lavender ones, his favourite colour. Idris smiled. He was happy, that he would die in the face of something so...beautiful. His head slumped down, and his body fell to the ground, with an audible thump.

Then everything went quiet, apart from the soft gurgling of blood trickling out of his side.

"They'll all choose to die in the end. We'll be fine! We've won, Keiki!"

"We've won!

We've....

...won!

....won?

won?

How was this- how was any of this....

how have we won?

Everything seemed to slow down at this very moment, Keiki's vision narrowed, blurring out the dead bodies of the Ultimates and focusing on those dark, ruby eyes. Round, soft, the colour of blood.

A pearly tear welled in Keiki's eye, and ran down softly down pale skin, caressing narrow lips before falling and dripping on the cold, bloody stone floor.

Drip.

Drip.

The face of his lover. Beautiful. In the midst of shock and horror Keiki couldn't stop themselves from marvelling at Niwa's handsome face. The face of a killer.

Niwa.

They clutched their head, brown shoots of hair sprouting out of bone-white fingers, covered in small cuts. Ringing filled their ears, loud and shrill.

Drip.

Drip.

Niwa.

Keiki couldn't look him in the eyes. Couldn't lift a hand to embrace warm, olive skin like they used to.

Their lips were glued together. Couldn't open a mouth to tease, to shout 'Niwa-face!'

Couldn't open to scream.

Keiki sobbed. Tears trickled down their face, and finally Keiki opened their mouth.

To yell.

Shriek.

Scream.

Screaming as if they've never screamed before, shouts of pure anguish, terror, shock. It tore from their throat, an animalistic roar of horror.

And mourning.

"....niwa?" Keiki shrieked in between short, loud gasps.

"why....WHY-" They screamed.

"WE'VE WON!? WE'RE FREE!?"

"HOW IS THIS- ...how is any of this....FREE?"

They paced back and forwards, a mad look in their eyes.

"Free? My friends are dead my friends are dead my friends are dead-" They choked out. "Oh my gawd-"

Their chest was heaving.

"I can't breathe, I can't do this anymore."

"WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" They yelled at Niwa. "WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THIS? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME- I thought- oh my gawd I thought-"

"..why." They wailed. "Why? WHY? WHY? WHY? ANSWER ME YOU COWARD BEFORE I END THIS ALL. ALL THIS MISERY AND PAIN. ALL OF IT. I'LL-"

Their eyes moved to the gun.

"I'll end it." Keiki whispered softly. "I'll end it all. All...in one bullet. I won't have to suffer anymore."

They laughed.

A loud, shrill laugh that echoed around the room.

"It's funny, it's so funny...

how you thought I'd be okay with all...

all this?"

They gestured to the bodies.

"You're funny, Niwa. You really are." They spat.

They glanced up at Niwa, and grimaced. The twinge of their heart said otherwise.

how do i still love you, despite all this?

"I hate you." They lied.

Keiki took a deep breath and-

"Pass me the gun, Niwa." They whispered coolly, tears still running down their face.

"PASS ME THE DAMN GUN YOU- YOU COWARD." Keiki yelled.

"JUST BE USEFUL FOR ONCE IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE AND HAND ME THE GUN,....please-" They choked.

"Niwa-face?"

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Shaking fingers wrapped themselves around a cool steel handle. Another hand dug into their battered satchel.

"A parting gift. From a liar to another liar. You'll understand."

A sheet of lined paper fluttered out of their hand, and landed in a pool of Nakata's blood.

"A poem." They smiled a sad smile. "You'd expect a short story from the Ultimate Short Story Author, right?" They smiled again. "I thought a poem would be more...effective. And possibly romantic."

Keiki sighed. "You broke my heart. I want you to know that Niwa. I want that thought to torment you every day, I want you to wake up to night terrors of seeing this very moment repeat itself again, and again, and again, and you will never be able to change it."


"Niwa...you knew my secret from the very start, didn't you?

You figured it out. Yet...you really believed that I'd go with you. After all this crap? Did I love you that goddamn much?"

Their smile faded.

"Maybe I did."


"I should've killed you when I had the chance.

But I didn't. Why?"

Drip.

Drip.


"Why. It's always that funny word, 'why'. Like why did you do this? Why did you kill the Ultimates? Why did you love me in the first place even if-"

They shook their head.

"A final 'why' question for you, eh, Niwa-face?"

Keiki took one last look at Niwa's handsome face and smiled.

"Why, after all of this, did you expect me to feel free?"

They loaded the gun.

"Goodbye sweetcheeks. I'll see you in hell."

Keiki blew him a kiss.

bang.

A loud thud resonated across the room.

Keiki's mouth was slightly ajar, as if to ask, again...

why?

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♥ Character Name | Keiki Meyumi
♥ Aliases | Green Eyes / Emerald Eyes

♥ Age | 22
♥ Gender | Genderfluid
♥ Pronouns | They/Them
♥ Sexuality | Pansexual

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♥ Appearance ♥

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♥ Personality ♥

♥ Info | Keiki is a complicated person, at their best, they're a huge people pleaser and often go to extreme lengths to be acknowledged and appreciated. They're also very down to earth and fond of taking care of friends and family. When they get too comfortable, they can become a very loud and obnoxious person not in a malicious way, they don't often realise, but it does make people dislike them easily. They often try to spend more time with people than being alone.

They love to be a comedian, often making jokes at their own expense, anything to get a laugh, really. Keiki's very witty and seems to have a large ego and a lot of self-confidence, when in reality it's the opposite.

Keiki has a habit of flirting with people they meet, regardless of gender, and will stop at nothing to sway them with their poor poetry and bad dancing.


♥ Strengths | Observant ♥ Optimist ♥ Caring ♥ Clever
♥ Weaknesses | Manipulative ♥ Trust Issues ♥ Emophilia ♥ Attachment Issues
♥ Mbti | ENFP-A

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♥ Sin ♥

Lust; Keiki treasures love more than anything else. In their eyes, there is nothing more important than romance, and to feel truly complete, one must fall in love. Their strange, unorthodox view on the idea of love stems from the repeated heartbreak they've felt, and the fact that they've never truly been loved, or cared for. As a child, Keiki was abandoned and neglected by their parents, and went from family to family, never once feeling like anyone really cared about them.

As they grew older, Keiki began to develop an addiction to heartbreak. No matter how many hearts they won and people they fell in love with, it never seemed to work out. But Keiki never stopped, oh no, in the small off chance that some day, they'll find the person of their dreams, even if they die trying.

This was made worse by the recent break up with their ex, Niwa Atsushi.

Keiki never really got over him.

♥ Additional Info ♥

Keiki is a quite famous face in the modelling industry, a very sought after model for various aspects of women's fashion, usually skirts and dresses.

Their prized possession, are their glittering emerald eyes. Keiki can be quite vain, and it's often very noticeable when the topic of their main role in the modelling industry comes up: eye modelling.

Keiki presents themselves as the best thing since sliced bread to happen to the eye modelling in industry, and some may say otherwise, but you can't argue that they aren't a great person for that role.

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Keiki also has a secret, small passion for writing, specifically short stories. A huge fan of detective novels, when they're not modelling, Keiki often writes deep into the night. They'd love to publish their stories one day.



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