•Bernadette My Love (Fyolai)•

•Murder Isn't As Fun As Suicide•

TW:
-blood/gore
-cursing
-mentions of suicide and murder

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Nikolai woke up the next day feeling refreshed, and was excited to see Fyodor first thing in the morning. The clown thought about cooking but last time he tried he somehow lit the sink on fire. A shiver went down his spine at the thought of his dearest getting angry or annoyed at him again.

Nikolai hopped out of bed, throwing on his usual outfit. Since he can't cook, he decided he would make Fyodor's favorite tea, seeing that he wasn't up yet. Gogol carefully made the black tea exactly to Fyodor's liking, hoping maybe Fyodor would compliment him if he got it perfect enough. Soon enough, the tired man came slumping downstairs. "Kolya? Did you make my tea?" He questioned from the stairs. "Yep! Only a few minutes ago so it's still hot!" Nikolai beamed. Dostoevsky walked over to the table and sat down as Nikolai also walked over and placed the tea down in front of his love. The clown then sat across from Fyodor, admiring him. The dark haired male slowly took a sip of the tea before saying, "This is nice, thank you." Nikolai's eyes light up at the compliment.

"Thank you Fedya!" Gogol thanks, his mind dancing around all happy. Nikolai just continues to smile and watch his love calmly drink the tea he gave him. After the tea was finished Fyodor went to go upstairs but before he did, Nikolai let him know he was leaving for a bit.

Nikolai was now roaming the sidewalk, debating on what to do for this "Dazai". Then, an opportunity showed itself to this mad clown. There was the bandaged man, in a light brown coat, his brown hair slightly moving in the breeze. The man was alone and heading into an alley. The clown slowly follow the man, closely but not close enough to be noticed. This Dazai went into a dead end alleyway and faced the corner where one would turn to get out. The clown then hopped down right behind the bandaged man and laughed. "Wow in an alleyway by yourself?" Nikolai said in Dazai's ear. Dazai then smiled and laughed as well, "Not alone, I knew I was being followed." All the sudden a boy with white hair and looked to be about 18 popped up out of nowhere. "Oh my!" The clown giggled. "This'll be interesting won't it!?" Gogol laughed once again. "Sorry, but I prefer suicide over being murdered," Dazai spoke. The white haired boy summoned his ability and now hade white tiger paws and claws in place of his hands and feet. The weretiger immediately went in for a hit, but Nikolai now has half his body behind the boy and punched him. The boy hit the wall with a small grunt.

"Aw, did that not knock you unconscious? That's a pity, really." The clown half complained. The other person, Dazai, then tried to get hit and surprisingly succeeded, earning the clown a sore cheek. "Take that clown!" The weretiger shouted happily. "Now Atsushi, don't claim victory yet." Dazai reminded the boy.  Atsushi nodded and turned to Nikolai, ready to attack once again. The weretiger runs towards Gogol. The clown dodges but not fast enough as his arm gets slashed, Nikolai ever so slightly winced with pain.

"My oh my! Violent are we!" Nikolai smiled. The clown takes out a gun and uses his ability to shoot Atsushi in the leg. The boy screamed in pain, this made Nikolai laugh. Unexpectedly, Atsushi was able to get up thanks to the tigers regeneration powers. Dazai appeared behind the clown, touching him and disabling his ability. Atsushi then was able to throw a strong punch in the clowns ribs. Nikolai flew across the alleyway before coughing a bit of blood, his smile instantly dropped. "My!" The clown said quite loudly. Gogol was in much pain, though he didn't show it. The weretiger had definitely broke a rib. Nikolai contemplated getting out of there, but decided on pushing forward. He got up and went straight for Dazai, ending up stabbing the man in the arm with a knife he stole from Fyodor's house. This made Gogol smile once again, "Gotcha!" He giggled before feeling an immense amount of pain on his back.

Atsushi had slashed Nikolai across the back, three deep slashes could be seen. The blood seeping into the clowns perfectly white clothes. Nikolai elbowed Atsushi in the chin, knocking the weretiger away a few feet. Nikolai then decided it was time to get the fuck out of there. He used his ability to escape to the top of the building next to the alleyway. Gogol sat on top of the building, bleeding. The clown didn't want to go to Fyodor's, he might be angry that Nikolai failed to kill Dazai. Wet tears started to spill out of the clown's eyes at the thought of his love. He could imagine how the conversation would go.

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"You failed? Again!?" Fyodor screamed at the clown. Nikolai sat there in tears as Fyodor punched him to the floor. "Might as well die, no one could ever love a person like you!" Dostoevsky screamed again.

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The tears in the clown's eyes got bigger as quiet sobs came from Gogol. However, Nikolai hated emotions. If he didn't have emotions he could free his bird from its cage. So, he forced his tears to stop. Painfully, Nikolai slowly made his way back to Fyodor's house. As soon as Gogol got to the front door, he couldn't knock, he just collapsed and layed there as everything went black.

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And that's it for now! I love this ship so much I could write a 3000 word essay on how much I love it😌