Komaeda happens to be walking around, looking for a quiet place outside to stay a good distance from most people so he can observe what's been going on. To say he's been bewildered at what he's seen already would be an understatement.
Unfortunately, he slips over a wet patch, causing him to skid and bump into Drake.....
It was completely dark in the little room on the boat. The only source of light was from the window outside.
That was not what Komaeda, looking older, was focused on, however. His eyes were all on a young man with long black hair, red eyes and a face completely devoid of all emotion.
Komaeda began to laugh. “Hahahaha! I’m definitely lucky! I can’t believe I’m speaking with someone as amazing as you!”
Whoever this other man was, the bored-looking youth kneeling opposite him, Komaeda knew there was something wonderful about him. If that man could use that woman, the person whom Komaeda despised the most in the entire world...
He leaned forward, his left hand……no, her left hand….brushing against the wall, his heart filled with glee, hatred and……despair…
“Then….will I be able to see her again?” he cried, his voice getting more excited and sinister at the same time. “Will I be able to see the person I hate with every fibre of my being? And this time….Will I be able to kill her this time? The person I hate so much?”
“…..Hate?" the other man answered flatly. "Then explain your hand…”
“Ah…this?” Komaeda looked down on his left.
“The end of that bandage…is a woman’s hand, right?”
And with that, Komaeda broke out into another of laughter, laughter which sounded like broken china.
“I can’t move it of course, I mean it’s not my hand after all! But...even now, it hasn’t rotted…”
Uh.....5? Also cw: mutilation, self-mutilation
Unfortunately, he slips over a wet patch, causing him to skid and bump into Drake.....
It was completely dark in the little room on the boat. The only source of light was from the window outside.
That was not what Komaeda, looking older, was focused on, however. His eyes were all on a young man with long black hair, red eyes and a face completely devoid of all emotion.
Komaeda began to laugh. “Hahahaha! I’m definitely lucky! I can’t believe I’m speaking with someone as amazing as you!”
Whoever this other man was, the bored-looking youth kneeling opposite him, Komaeda knew there was something wonderful about him. If that man could use that woman, the person whom Komaeda despised the most in the entire world...
He leaned forward, his left hand……no, her left hand….brushing against the wall, his heart filled with glee, hatred and……despair…
“Then….will I be able to see her again?” he cried, his voice getting more excited and sinister at the same time. “Will I be able to see the person I hate with every fibre of my being? And this time….Will I be able to kill her this time? The person I hate so much?”
“…..Hate?" the other man answered flatly. "Then explain your hand…”
“Ah…this?” Komaeda looked down on his left.
“The end of that bandage…is a woman’s hand, right?”
And with that, Komaeda broke out into another of laughter, laughter which sounded like broken china.
“I can’t move it of course, I mean it’s not my hand after all! But...even now, it hasn’t rotted…”