Hi, uh I forgot to clarify something. The ages! Yeah okay let me just.

Nagisa (currently): 17

Karma (currently): 18

Asano (bc he's actually important to the story): 19

Karma in his memeories from childhood: 11-12 (same with Nagisa)

K im done

(Nagisas pov)

It's a nice thought to think that it's really you...

My old friend...

My...special person...

I think the both of you are...amazing...

Two people in one body, two personalitys, half and half. Both unique compared to eachother.

Both truly amazing people, with truly beautiful hearts.

But it seems you've got your eyes set on me being...him...But what if you're wrong? And I'm not your missing memory? What if you're not my missing memory?

Granted our memory's seem to match mor often than not. And we know things about eachother that neither of us ever told anyone. But I'll never belive you're him unless...

I heard a loud crash, immediately stopping my train of thought.

For a perhaps a minute or less, I lay beneath the covers, listening for another sound that signified danger.

"S-STOP!"

"DON'T TALK BACK! REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME YOU SPOKE BACK! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

The words sent shivers down my spine. The voice was slightly deeper than Karmas, the accent a little warped.
Definetly never heard that one before.

My curiosity got the best of me, as the crashing got louder...And louder...until it stopped.

By the time the obnoxious noises bad stopped, I was standing on the landing (top of the stairs).

The living room was at the bottom of the stairs, and to the left. So once the crashing, noise and shouting had stopped, I felt confident enough to start quietly heading down.

I quietly hopped down each step, being careful not to cause a noise.

One at the bottom, I leaned my neck in the door frame, and peered into the room.

I saw someone new. Orange hair, haunting purple eyes. His aura was almost as scary as Karmas (2).

Speaking of that red head.
I glanced around the room, only to notice him sprawled across the floor, at the orange boys feet.

"Remember what I said sweetie? I do as I please. It's not as if you don't get anything out of this." I watched as he leant down to Karma.

His face could only be described as distraught or fearful. His shaking body perhaps in pain, no definitely in pain.

I then noticed some jeans thrown over top of the couch, my deduction leading me to belive they were Karmas.

"Okay sweetie. I'm gonna go leave now. I have work, don't miss me to much!" He smiled happily, before turning to the door.

I bolted backwards, running into a closet, and closing myself in.

Well this takes me back (lmfao 😂)

I heard a slow bang, the front door shutting.

Yet...I was still to nervous to leave the closet. (I could make so many jokes about this rn)

Karma didn't look...okay...

I could feel a pain in my chest, causing me to worry about him.

Just seeing how dastraught he looked. His quivering body, the way he lay in the floor.

I could feel my heart pounding. Punching my chest.

Eventually the feeling consumed me, and I kicked open the closet door, sprinting to the living room.

My tracks came to a stop, as I saw the red head, tears down his face, trying to pull himself onto the sofa.

The more he tried to pull himself up,  the more he fell back.

He clenched his fists, eventually whimpering against the wood flooring.

"K-karma..." I said quietly, slowly making my way over.

At the small noise, his head came up, looking directly into my eyes.

"You okay?"

It took a long tear to fall from his chin, before he shook his head.

His eyes read shame, his body coated in pain.

Before I knew it, I had wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to my chest.

His head was the size of my chest granted, but sometimes hearing the sound of someone else's heartbeat calms you down.

So we sat their for around about 10 minutes, as I cradled him in my arms.
(I CRADLED YOU IN MY ARMS!! ;) )

The only reason we stopped was because...

"N-nagisa...In the bathroom, in the cabinet, there's a purple bottle, could you go get it for me?.."

I nodded.

I helped him up onto the couch so he was comphy, before dashing to the bathroom like I had been asked too.

Purple bottle, Purple bottle, Purple Bottle.

I opened the cabinet, noticing the large selection of pill bottles.

Some different colours, some different sizes.

Allergy medication, sickness medicine, all sorts. I wasn't sure what reaction I should give.

Creeped out? Concerned?

Maybe he's just prepared. Back to the task at hand.

Purple bottle.

(Karmas pov (1) rn)

Why me? Why me? WHY ME?!

You might be able to tell what had happened...

He had showed up again, wich is never good.

I'm just glad Nagisa was in bed...I'm not sure what I would do if he found out...

My legs, thighs, back, and hips are killing me.

He just thinks it's okay now...because it was back then.

Flashback

When I was about 16...I was out and about, on my way to buy groceries.

That's when I realised, as I was paying, that the cashier wasn't checking my groceries out, he was checking me out.

'Mm, hey gorgeous.'

'U-uhm...H-how much-'

'$20.45 , but if it was up to me, you'd get it for free' He winked at me.

I could only giggle a little.
'I bet you say that to everyone.'

'Mmn. I may use thoose words on others, but I could show you a physical activity,  I don't use on customers frequently.'

I don't remember why I'd agreed to that.

All I know is that I expected that to be the last of it.

But then he would just show up at my home, and try to convince me to have sex.

If I didn't want to, then it was tough luck, because then he would force it on me.

He already does.

Now its just become regular rape.

And the worst part is I never know when he's gonna knock on that door.

Back to present.

"Karma...I got the pills-"

I heard plastic drop, and a loud gasp.

"K-karma-!"