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╰┈➤ "You're MaM's producer, right? I'm sorry about what happened."
GRAPHIC DEATH WARNING!!! ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
There was a thunderous cracking sound, like that of bones being broken. There were no screams, no cries of pain, and no grunts of fear or struggle. All there was to be heard was silence. The silence was so consuming, and yet you knew what had happened. Your legs couldn't bring you towards it, that damned alleyway where you knew precisely what you lost. You just couldn't bring yourself to accept it, even as you watched it happen. There was a knife through his chest, blood on his face and leaking from his mouth, and the alleyway was filled with nothing but yours cries as you raced towards him.
"Mama! No, Mama!" You shrieked, your vocal cords threatening to rip from the sheer volume and force of your screams. You dropped to your knees beside Madara's bleeding body, and somehow, he cast his emerald gaze onto you with a sweet smile. He laughed through his nostrils, causing blood to flow out of the corners of his mouth. His body leaned against the wall of a building, though he was beginning to slouch over as the life drained from his fingers. Madara's hand neared your face, his palm sliding onto your cheek. He smiled tenderly upon you. You were left stunned. It all happened so fast, where that man— that stupid "Gatekeeper" showed up and stabbed Madara before you could even begin to call for help.
"Hey, it's okay." Said Madara. He said it as he always would. With a gentle smile, like you were his child. Even as you watched his futile struggle against Gatekeeper, you felt some stray feelings of faith— but here, there was nothing but heartbreak. You wanted so badly to take that knife for him, but you're not a hero, and you're useless. You couldn't throw yourself before that blade even if you wanted to. Your stupid body would have forced you back as a means to save itself. Madara sighed a bit of blood bubbled in the back of his throat. "Mama's proud of you. Stay strong, live a long life." He forced a smile onto his bloodied lips, praying he could at least die smiling. "Mama—" you choked out. His body fell limp. "Mama..! Please, open your eyes! Mama, I love you, I still need you!" You desperately shook his figure, that of which would soon run cold.
You pressed yourself close to the resting Madara, tucked beneath his arm as you bawled into his clothes. All you could do was whine over and over again, praying some higher-up would pity you and bring your mama back. But nothing would bring him back. You will never see him again. You will have to wake up without him. You will never hear his voice in-person again. Soon, his words that were only spoken to you will become but a distant memory. You will never experience his comforting smile and presence ever again. All that is left to experience is a somber memory of agony where all that you can hear is your own deafening screams. Where when help finally arrived, not even they could pry you away from Madara's embrace. Even when he moved on, he never stopped loving you dearly, and so his strong arms held you close— even after there was no life left in his heart and none in his body. Muscle memory commanded him to embrace you and keep you safe from those who attempted to pull you away from him.
All you could do was scream and bawl. As medics and police dragged you by your arm, forcing you away from the scene, you fought them with teeth and fingernails. You couldn't live with the pain of everyday without Madara. That wasn't a life you were prepared to live. You refused to live such a horrible life. You wouldn't do it. After all of that fighting, he didn't even get to feel you hug him one final time before he passed. You were two seconds too late. By the time you could finally move, he was already gone. He didn't even hear you say you love him.
"Hello, you're MaM's producer, right? I see you're not answering your phone as of now, and I can completely understand why, so I want to offer my condolences for the loss of Madara Mikejima. It really is a shame, he was a good man. I'm sorry about what happened. Please, get out of bed. Your units need you."
