𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 / 𝑲𝒆𝒏𝒎𝒂 𝑲𝒐𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒆/ 𝑹𝑶𝑫 𝑺𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒍

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•[I Know]•

Shachou stumbled out of his car and took his masks off. Blood dripped from his lips, and he spat the iron crimson to the floor. He opened the metal door and went inside. Shachou clutched his stomach and coughed uncontrollably.

The sound was terrible, and it reminded him of how closer he is to death and even closer now that he's been shot. Shachou took a seat onto the floor and exhaled heavily.

His fight with Kenma earlier before he had stopped to see Tao was the best start of the day, and now look at him, dying faster than his body intends.

Shachou exhaled and stared at the ceiling as sweat dripped down his body. He gazed down at the bullet wound into his side and dug it out. It was like pulling a pebble of fire from under his skin. He tossed his and went for the other one that went into his thigh.

After taking the bullet from his thigh, he laughed. He's been doing it for years now, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

"Laugh at everything you find fear in. Because if you laugh at them, what is there to be afraid of exactly? Laugh, laugh, laugh. Simply don't care."

His laughter turned to chilling grins.

"I'm not afraid, Sensei, I'm thrilled." He covered his mouth, and another dry cough echoed around him.

He spat blood onto the floor and licked his lips. Shachou gazed at his hand and sighed. He stared long and hard at his bloody fingers, a bit of overwhelming sadness.

Soon, tears. Shachou did not brush them away or recoil at his emotions. No, he simply...grinned.

He just sat there laughing, laughing, and laughing. Because what else could he do? He's lost himself. He's been haunted, gifted, and cursed all alike. How is it that he can balance his feelings now? His emotions, his actions.

How can he without losing himself in the end? And he goes by three. Shachou, Shishou, the Shadow Man. Everything he's not, everything he doesn't care for. The only thing he cares about is feeling complete.

killing Kenma Kozume, Y/N, and anyone else who may be considered happy to Kenma will also die. If he lost everything along with his mind, why can't the same happen to Kozume?

Shahcou snorted and stood to his feet. He stripped out of his clothes and trudged his way to the bathroom. In silence, he flipped the switch, the zapping sound filling the small space and reminding him how the bulb needed to change.

He stepped close to the sink and set his bloody palms onto the dingy marble. His eyes, color charcoal, stared at himself. He's different, very different. His face, his arms, his hair, even his brain. Everything is simply split into two.

Him and another.

"You did this to me." He whispers. "You betrayed me and gave me up. You lied to me, and you took away the only thing that made me feel alive, my friends and my family. You knew I had no one, and yet... you took it away."

Shachou's grip tightened onto the marble sink, and he exhaled. "You bastard!" He punched the glass, and it shattered. He did so again, again, and again, and he didn't stop until he no longer felt angry.

Shachou unbleached his fists and exhaled a heavy breath. He took a look into the shattered glass and brushed his hair back with his good hand.

"Who are you!?"

Shachou left the bathroom and returned to the front where his masks were. He picked up the mask, his memory clicking back to the past.

"That is an ugly mask!"