[Angst]

Do not expect a happy ending where they kiss like they always do. The person who requested this had a different set of mind; therefore, I'm doing something less loving.

Since this was an OC request, please comment if you see their name instead of Y/N. Thank you.

Requested by: Thorn0000

Y/N's POV

[Third Year of College]

August 22, 2015

10:59 PM

'I heard that today was cold. Maybe it's because of the weather, but for some reason, I can't help but feel a bitter emptiness in me. It's possible that it's a gut feeling, but for now, I'm not quite sure.

Today, I noticed Makoto start to distance himself from me. We've been best friends the moment we've been born, yet... why is he choosing to ignore me now? Is it because I'm different? I mean, F/C and H/C hair might not be normal, and I'm sorry for dyeing it that color, but I just wanted to stand out a bit. I don't get it... Is ombré that bad..?

He probably won't read this anyways, so why am I ranting about him in here? I understand, but he probably doesn't. Surely, his ignorance is a bliss. Sadly enough, I had to watch from afar today. His smile was for another girl.

He will no longer give me his smiles, and I won't be the only one making him grin or laugh. That feeling will continue to dwell in me though.

Kirigiri... please... stop..! You're killing me... Give me back Makoto....

Give me back my best friend...

My first love...'

-Y/N L/N

I set my ballpoint pen down along with my journal. A heavy and exasperated sigh resounded from my pale lips. Winter was approaching soon, and that meant that couples would cuddle with each other for warm, feeling their significant other's warmth.

It hurt to know that I would have no one.

My best friend, Makoto Naegi, was dating a cold yet calm girl. Sure, she was different from all the rest of the girls at my school, but I couldn't help the thought that he would choose some girl he just saw over me.

As soon as he started dating her, I noticed the signs: the signs that I was losing my best friend.

My heart wept for him to return to me. I knew my wish was selfish, but... I just wanted my friend back. 

Silently weeping to myself, I lay myself down on the bed, closing my swollen red eyes, unprepared for the hell that was to unleash tomorrow.

August 23, 2015

8:56 AM

'Hey, it's me again... Y/N. I just wanted to write down what happened this morning.

Apparently, we're in the middle of a lockdown drill right now. Some people had broken into our school, and they were armed with guns and knives. I'm so scared.

Naegi and Kirigiri are in the other classroom with Mr. Kizakura, and meanwhile, I'm stuck with Ms. Yukizome. No one is here to comfort me... No one is here to tell me it's okay. No one's here... as my support...

I don't want anoth-'

Just as I was finishing up the word, a loud scream echoed throughout the school.

Ms. Yukizome stood tall as if saying she would protect us no matter the cost. She turned around and smiled at us. "The storm will pass. Your principal has told me that they're taking hostages. The police are trying their very best to apprehend the suspects at the moment. Please stay put and keep safe."

My classmates all nodded, some too scared to even move a muscle.

Just after she said that, I heard another scream echo from the direction of Mr. Kizakura's classroom. 

"NO! I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HER!"

My eyes widened in both shock and panic as that voice was the one I had grown to love over the years I was alive. 

'Naegi...'

Then, I heard Kyoko scream back again.

"PLEASE! DON'T TAKE HIM! NO!"

At that moment, I felt my face turn white, and all of my blood drained from my face. There was no feeling in me.

I rose to my feet, my peers staring at me in confusion.

"Y/N! Please sit down! What are you doing?!" Ms. Yukizome scolded me.

Closing my eyes shut and biting my bottom lip, I sprinted out of the locked classroom. My quick footsteps echoed in the empty halls, and I heard the sound of a struggle.

"You bastard..."

My pace picked up once Naegi's voiced reached my ears.

"No... Please!" I whispered to myself, feeling tears starting to form in my eyes. "Don't let me lose my best friend... please!"

I turned a corner and saw three men dragging Naegi by his hoodie, a gun aimed right at his face. The men were snickering, laughing at Makoto's humiliation and weakness.

"Couldn't protect your girl, now could you, boy?" 

"She's being held hostage in another room right now. Who knows what the other guys are doing to a babe like her." 

"Probably getting her innocence taken."

'It was all a lie, though. Kirigiri... was absolutely safe....'

As I looked around the corner, I saw Makoto's eyes fill with anger and hatred. "YOU BASTARDS! LET ME GO!"

He struggled by flailing, but at that moment, the gun cocked, shocking him into silence.

"Don't try. You're gonna get yourself killed."

Breathing heavily, I reached my hand into my boot and pulled out a switch-blade. Flicking it, the blade gleamed in the light that filtered through the windows.

Before I could make a move though, I felt a cloth being placed on my mouth, muffling my screams. 

"Not so fast, girlie."

I felt someone kick the back of my knee, making me fall forwards. The switch-blade was quickly thrown across the hallway and out of my reach.

My arms were pinned behind my back, and someone hoisted me up onto my feet much to my discomfort. The pain growing in my legs was almost unbearable.

Then, I was shoved forwards and towards the other three guys, falling in front of Makoto.

Blood ran down my forehead because the man or woman had smashed my head against the floor. I felt more blood clogging up my throat, making me cough heavily.

"Y-Y/N..?" Makoto whispered as he reached his hand out towards me. The warm touch against my cheek made me smile.

"It's... okay... I'm here to save you..." I weakly grinned, coughing between the words.

"No... Why would you do that?" He whispered, wrapping his arms around me, making my face bury into his hoodie. "You're going to die... because of me..."

The people who caused this entire lockdown weren't paying attention. Instead, they spoke another language and continued to point their guns at us for fun.

"Naegi... have hope..." 

His breathing hitched in his throat, and I felt him freeze up. 

'Did... did I do something wrong?'

"Y/N.... you... you are my hope."

I felt my face heat up. "Makoto... What do you mean..?"

"You make me and Kyoko so happy... to know that my sister-image supports us so much..."

It was my turn to freeze up. All at once, I felt my heart shatter.

'S-Sister image..?'

Biting my lip, I accepted that fact.

'I'll never be anything more to Makoto than a sister.'

"Y/N... is there something wrong?" He stared at me with worry, his greenish-gold eyes flickered to my E/C ones.

"N-No... Not really..." I whispered. "Let's get out of here..." Slowly, I rose to my feet, and the men noticed this. Quickly, they all aimed their guns at me, getting ready to shoot.

"H-Hey... Wh-What do you think you're doing..?" Naegi called out to me nervously. "Are you seriously thinking of...?"

I turned around to face him, a bittersweet smile evident on my face. Tears streaked down my cheeks. "Makoto... on the count of three, run, okay?"

His eyes widened as his face paled. "Wh-What..?"

"Listen... You need to survive... for Kirigiri. I'm sorry, Naegi..."

"W-Wait..! Listen before doing something that you'll regret!" He warned, a nervous tone in his voice.

"ONE!"

"No! Y/N please hear me o-"

"TWO!"

"WAIT! PLEASE DON'T DO TH-"

"THREE!"

Makoto's POV

Panic ran across my face as she yelled out 'three'. At that moment, she charged in, distracting all of the people from me.

"RUN, NAEGI! PLEASE!" She screamed at me, her tears now flowing freely.

In a daze, I scrambled up to my feet, tripping a few times and ran down the hallway to Mr. Kizakura's classroom. The sounds of bullets being fired bounced off of the hallway walls. Frantically, I started banging on the door.

"HELP! PLEASE! Y/N! SHE'S IN SERIOUS DANGER! PLEASE, SOMEONE SAVE HER!" I cried.

The door swung open, and Mr. Kizakura pulled me in before shutting the door abruptly.

"The police are in the school. The criminals are being apprehended. For now, just stay put."

I nodded, feeling the warm tears in my eyes. My tense posture slightly relaxed once I saw the woman I fell in love with at first glance.

Kyoko saw my pain and headed over to me, a sympathetic smile on her face. "It's okay... Y/N will make it through alive."

Agreeing with my girlfriend, I hugged her for comfort, still fearing for my best friend's life.

-Time Skip-

[After the School Shooting]

Makoto's POV

Everything was clear and safe as announced over the PA system. As soon as that announcement went off, I sprinted down the hall in search for Y/N.

Just as I turned a corner, my eyes were lain on a terrible sight.

There she was... Y/N... Her H/C hair which was temporarily dyed was sprawled on the floor, her E/C eyes closed and never to be opened again. Bullet holes riddled her body, but a smile adorned her face.

I dropped to my knees, seeing the neon pink blood pool around her. 

'She's dead... and it's all my fault...'

Sobs indescribably loud and agonizing echoed in the hallways as I continued to stare at her corpse. One thing I did notice was a journal clutched tightly in her hand.

Still blaming myself for her death, I picked up the journal and placed it in my jacket, keeping it as Y/N's last moments and memories alive.

-Two Years Later-

3rd Person POV

Makoto Naegi and Kyoko Kirigiri had been married for a year. They had trouble coping after the sudden death of Y/N, but eventually managed to trudge through the dark slump.

It was Y/N's two year anniversary of her death, and Makoto still had her journal yet never dared to open it out of respect that is... until he found a note attached to the back.

'Makoto, please read.'

On the anniversary of her death, Naegi ventured out in the early hours of the morning while his dear wife was still sleeping in bed.

He drove to the cemetery and paid his respects to the deceased girl who had saved his life not too long ago.

"Can you hear me..? I know it's sappy but... I miss you.... I really do..." He whispered to the tombstone. "When will you come back...?" 

The wind blew through the trees, causing the leaves to ruffle.

"I'm sorry... for everything I did... You... were like the little sister I always wanted... Sure, Komaru was great and all, but you were better."

Mustering the remnants of his confidence and pride, he opened the journal and started to read the entries.

Makoto's POV

My eyes watered as I read through the journal. 

'She... had feelings for me...?'

She... must've been so hurt when I called her... a sister-image... As I flipped to the last page, I felt my whole world shatter, and my breathing became irregular.

Instead of writing on the lines like she usually did, on the entire page were three words.

'I forgive you.'

Dried blood stained the paper, and I felt like crying again.

'It was my fault... I'm so sorry, Y/N...'

As I closed the journal, I couldn't help but think.... that I killed my best-friend.

I killed her silently without even realizing it. Now that she's gone... I can't apologize... I can't tell her.... that I'm sorry.

'I'm so sorry.... Y/N...'

Aye..... I'm sorry. I realize most of you hate angst with a burning passion, but please don't kill me. IDK why most of my requests are angst, but I love it! >W< I love writing angst than fluff, but sorry not sorry.

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