[ izumi's simply too stunned to get a word in at this point, choking at the hands on his neck. he immediately wraps his hands around natsume's wrists in an attempt to pry them off him, but natsume's gotten the upper hand... somehow. this isn't a grip a third-year high school student shouldn't have, even if he's a genius. there's something fishy about that toy that izumi needed to solve for nao's sake--
but it seems as though it's too late. the world is spinning in his perspective as his lungs clamor for oxygen, eyes still boring into natsume's. is he really going to die a boring death like this...?! ]
H-How dare... I'll never forgive... you... Sakasaki...
[ his voice is hoarse at this point, but even that won't stop him from spitting out his final words. let this be a curse for this so-called wizard of happiness. ]
She'll-- She'll come for you... If nothing else...
[ god, he cannot believe that he's going to put it all on chiaki with his last breath. but one thing's for sure - obsessive types like that will find a way somehow. he would know. of course he would.
and... maybe this was all a dream. if izumi thinks real hard he could wake himself up from this living nightmare and find himself back in florence again, ready to take on a busy day now that he'll be taking care of leo from now on. surely, if he slowly closes his eyes and let go of natsume's wrist to reach out to the light, then leo will... they will...
he keeps squeezes until izumi's grip loosens and the words he'd been cursing him with fade into the buzz of his mind; he keeps squeezing until the buzz drops sharply into the silence of the hallway, and his hands fall away. natsume blinks once, twice, three times, and swears under his breath as he backs off. there wasn't— he didn't—
but he did. )
I'm going to be SICK, ( he mumbles softly, and he forces himself up; with cat-like grace he peeks into 2-D and drags the three bodies in once he's sure it's clear. up goes the window, up goes the screen. the two students - yearmates, he feels like he recognizes them a little from passing in the hall, in that vague way you know someone's existence but nothing really about them - go out first, and if they weren't dead before (they weren't, he could feel them stirring, but we don't have time to unpack all of that right now) then without a doubt the fall from the third floor, unable to brace themselves, can help that along.
he hesitates on izumi, propping him up against the windowsill. )
...SorRY, ( softer still. easier, though, this time. she'll come for you, the words surface again, and he maneuvers izumi's corpse out the window with all his might.
he washes his hands. he takes the gun and the pieces of the toy horse when he's done, and he goes to find lucy to shove his face in her fluffy white fur until he feels better. until he figures out a justification, a reason, to feel better with. )
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but it seems as though it's too late. the world is spinning in his perspective as his lungs clamor for oxygen, eyes still boring into natsume's. is he really going to die a boring death like this...?! ]
H-How dare... I'll never forgive... you... Sakasaki...
[ his voice is hoarse at this point, but even that won't stop him from spitting out his final words. let this be a curse for this so-called wizard of happiness. ]
She'll-- She'll come for you... If nothing else...
[ god, he cannot believe that he's going to put it all on chiaki with his last breath. but one thing's for sure - obsessive types like that will find a way somehow. he would know. of course he would.
and... maybe this was all a dream. if izumi thinks real hard he could wake himself up from this living nightmare and find himself back in florence again, ready to take on a busy day now that he'll be taking care of leo from now on. surely, if he slowly closes his eyes and let go of natsume's wrist to reach out to the light, then leo will... they will...
meet the silence together. ]
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he keeps squeezes until izumi's grip loosens and the words he'd been cursing him with fade into the buzz of his mind; he keeps squeezing until the buzz drops sharply into the silence of the hallway, and his hands fall away. natsume blinks once, twice, three times, and swears under his breath as he backs off. there wasn't— he didn't—
but he did. )
I'm going to be SICK, ( he mumbles softly, and he forces himself up; with cat-like grace he peeks into 2-D and drags the three bodies in once he's sure it's clear. up goes the window, up goes the screen. the two students - yearmates, he feels like he recognizes them a little from passing in the hall, in that vague way you know someone's existence but nothing really about them - go out first, and if they weren't dead before (they weren't, he could feel them stirring, but we don't have time to unpack all of that right now) then without a doubt the fall from the third floor, unable to brace themselves, can help that along.
he hesitates on izumi, propping him up against the windowsill. )
...SorRY, ( softer still. easier, though, this time. she'll come for you, the words surface again, and he maneuvers izumi's corpse out the window with all his might.
he washes his hands. he takes the gun and the pieces of the toy horse when he's done, and he goes to find lucy to shove his face in her fluffy white fur until he feels better. until he figures out a justification, a reason, to feel better with. )