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; he didn’t want to believe it .
he didn’t want to believe he
killed the person he loved most
but as an assassin , it was more
then destined to happen .
. . .
and with that , the long awaited
tears , drenched his eyes .
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— a glass cage dropped around
Kaito and the corpse, as the
speaker appeared. it was
tsumugi, in the clothes of junko
» your despair hasn’t
reached its full potential.
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oh ? I’d probably be able to get
out of here , actually.
; keep the act going .
Keep the act going .
Keep it going Kaito .
so , what the thing you wanna
talk about?
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; yeah , who in the hell was this ?
Hah ! nope , I’m taking an actual
payment . So come on out here ,
put the script away , and talk to
me face to face .
; cmon , no one would pull this off
with the person who pretend to
be the ultimate actor , right ?
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» your payment?
— there was the rustling of paper,
as if reading a script
» your payment is the despair
of killing the only person who mattered
to you. it is the highest achievement
you will ever get Hhhahahahahahaha
— it felt so monotone.
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; right , no time to worry about
the dead girl in front of her .
I’m an assassin , I achieved
something for you , now ,
where’s my payment ?
; may seemed fake out of him ,
but he was an actor . So he
hoped no one would realize .
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— a voice around him spoke
— the voice of junko. no. it was lower.
» i see…the despair my sister
wanted…failed to be achieved by…
her…but accomplished by you.
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. . Maki . . —
; His eyes dropped .
No tears .
No feelings .
None of that could be seen
through him .
It’s all apart of this damn game . And one of us had to go .
; this hurt him .
But no one needed to
know that .
In fact , it hurt really bad .
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— when the lights flicked on,
there stood the detective, blood
flowing down her forehead as she
cried silently
» kai….to…?
— and she fell forward, dead.
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; he didn’t flinch . He waited a
moment , his guard higher then
ever . Before pulling the trigger ,
with no hesitation when he did .
Damn , it’s disappointing when
some people don’t know how to
shut the hell up .
. . . It’s all an act , anyways .
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» awh. is the little assassin
scared i’ll hurt the girl who
hates his guts? woah you really
must simping for her
— she would smirk as the lights
went out around them
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and so do I , does that mean
anything ?
; The tip of his gun got close up
to who he 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 was Junko .
You do anything to the
detective , and you’ll be dead in
an instant.
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