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“Foolish.”
That voice. That damn voice. Even as he was dying, that voice haunted him.
(Not as much as her voice, but that was expected. No voice could compare to hers.)
Yasuke Matsuda chuckled. A strained, strangled chuckle. The boy in front of him didn't even blink.
“Matsuda-san.” His- that is to say, the person who used to be Hinata-san- voice was flat. “How unfortunate you've ended up here. And how wholly expected .”
Yasuke Matsuda glared weakly. “Kamukura.” He greeted. “Come to gloat? Kick a man when he's down?”
“Of course not.” He stared steady. Yasuke didn't know if this was still Hinata, but altered, or if he killed Hinata with his own two hands. “ I'm here to rescue you.”
An incredulous snort. “You hate me, Kamukura.”
(For good reason.)
“To make things more unpredictable.” He explained, voice still flat. “You understand, don't you?”
“Is that why you kill the student council, too?” Yasuke laughs, a deranged sound he cannot believe came from him. “Is that why? Is that why?”
“A test.” Kamukura scowls. “Or, no. A trick . I did not kill the student council, as you could guess. Only one of them. Instead… it's more accurate to say they killed each other.”
“Hah.” Yasuke aimed a grin at him. “Fancy yourself a scientist, Kamukura?”
Flat eyes. Unchanging expression. If he felt anything, Yasuke didn't know. “Maybe.” His voice was mild. “You're the one who taught me that humans were labrats, isn't that correct?”
Yasuke coughs, blood splattering on his shirt. “Not intentionally.” He denies, but does that matter? Even the best of intentions doesn't erase his very real sins.
“Hm.” Kamukura doesn't design that with an answer. “In any case… I wonder what your survival will bring, Yasuke Matsuda. I look forward to learning.”
Yasuke scowls, “Still creepy, huh? I know you have the Ultimate Professional Speaker, so why don't you put those social skills to use?”
“A waste of time.” Kamukura dismissed. “Boring.”
“I understand. I'm boring .” Yasuke laughs. “That's all I've ever been, huh? To you, and to her.”
“Irrelevant.” Kamukura dismissed, once again. “ Everyone is boring to us.”
Another laugh, broken and shaking. “So why keep a broken toy around?”
“Enoshima is teaching me.” Kamukura spoke. “That breaking toys is fun. I want to challenge myself; I want to know if I can put them back together.”
“Why bother?” He wonders, his head tipping back down to the floor as he looked up at him. “Just let me die.”
“Matsuda-san,” Kamukura shook his head. “Death is boring. After you die, you cannot do anything to surprise me. So, why should I let you die? Did you let Hinata-san?”
They both knew the answer to that. How he begged for the scientists who made a mockery of healing to end him. Though in a way, did he not end him? Did he not kill him? Softer and gentler than the others, but no less cruel?
Yasuke laughs, once more. He laughs, and laughs, and laughs, as Kamukura gathered his entrails, and stuffed them back in. It was all for nothing. It was all for nothing.
He deserved this, too.
And then the burning pain built past the point he could stand, and Yasuke Matsuda passed out.