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Here we are, in the restricted area again. Makoto Kagutsuchi can never get used to this abandoned town. He walks through the disheveled streets and across the zombified homunculi, shuddering. It was colder in this part of town, with the lack of needing warmth for these zombies. He hated the sight of them. These were made from people long gone, their legacy being these zombies.
They did not ask for this.
Neither did he.
He picks his pace up and walks to the old laboratory, deep in the forest. He has to start planting his evidence before Yuma and Kurumi wake up. He's exhausted. Exhausted of the endless burdens and guilt , that just thinking about doing this makes him feel worse. Every time he moves to place another fake skeleton of Yuma's friends down, he imagines Yuma's reaction. What would he look like when he sees his friend's corpse on the floor? Is it bad that he feels happy about it in a way? Is it bad that he wants to see "Yuma" suffer? That he wants to hear Yuma's agonizing screams and wants to hear the hatred in his voice? Makoto thinks being hated by his original will make it easier to take over the Number One role, yet there is a part of him that doesn't want that. What he really wants..... What he really wants is for someone to understand why he put himself through all of this. Why he decided to put all of the burden on himself.
He pushes those thoughts away and continues on deeper in the laboratory. He slows his walking and notices a mysterious figure, so he takes his mask off for a better view.
Oh.
He sees the former chief of the Nocturnal Detective Agency, Yakou Furio. Of course he's zombified, having died from the Dr. Huesca plan. Though...
He definitely did not bring Furio in. He wondered to himself what that was about, and why he was even here to begin with. He could have sworn that he was placed up with the rest of the homunculi.
He thought about what to do, but decided it'd be better to use him for his final plan.
To use him.
Again.
Even after death.
He feels a huge wave of guilt crash over him, blurring his thoughts momentarily. He presses on over to the former chief, the floor creaking under his feet. The creaking alerts Yakou, causing the zombie to turn around and get in position to lunge at the mysterious figure. Right before he starts running, the zombie sees Yuma's face.
Is that Yuma? Yuma is... here? Yuma was almost attacked.. Why is he here?
He reaches his hand out, almost touching Makoto's face.
"Yu.... ma......"
Makoto flinches and make eye contact with Yakou, another surge of negative emotions coming on. He feels physically sick, needing to throw up and scream all at once. Makoto drops his mask and stares at Yakou, failing to chain words together.
But he has to do it, he has to finish what he started. The CEO slowly takes out the CD of Dr. Huesca's confession and gives it to the former chief. The chief drops his arm and takes the CD.
He slowly starts speaking, guilt and anxiety written all over his face. "I.... Have a request for you, Fur—Chief. I need you to keep this CD safe for... me. So that, next time I-I come here.. give it back, okay, chief? I am counting on you."
The chief doesn't respond, but he seems to have taken the bait given to him. Both with Makoto's voice and face, it would be enough to fool him. And he feels horrible about it.
The chief nods and continues on his path down, earning a confused look and an audible "huh" from Makoto. He decides to let the homunculus do what he wants, and he'll deal with the possible consequences later. Right now, he had to get out of here.
The CEO takes his mask off the floor and runs away to his next destination. Once he's far enough, he starts throwing up bile and spit, coughing his lungs up. He clings to the cold metal wall with his fists, sinking his fingers so deep into his palms that it starts bleeding. He hisses and places his palm on the wall, breathing heavily. He knows that he needs to continue and finish before the detective and informant wake up, but he feels stuck in place. He can't move, and all he can do is throw up his feelings. He sobs and chokes on his saliva, wishing that it would all go away.
He looks behind him, muttering a very quiet sorry to the chief, and sighs. He feels disgusting, like he's about to collapse from the burdens.
But he must continue on. Chief Yakou isn't Makoto's friend, or chief. And never will be.