(drabble) Bloody Sunday
Title: Bloody Sunday
Author: quinnsan
Group(s): Kis-My-Ft2
Pairing: HiroSuke
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-13 for character death
Summary: They never saw it coming.
Beta’d By: self beta’d
A.N.: I was bored while I was working in the office…and I had been talking to dritree about writing a death/angst fic or drabble…I’m sorry I wrote Kisumai! D= I sadly do not own any of the boys… though we all know we’d love to own at least one of them.
X-Posted to: jent_fanfics , kis_my_ft2 , jrs_fanfics
Dedication: dritree , even though she didn’t want me to write Kisumai death fic. D=
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They hadn’t expected to arrive to a blood splattered apartment.
They hadn’t expected to have to call 911 upon finding his bloody naked body lying there on the bathroom floor.
They hadn’t expected to see all the knife wounds.
When Taisuke arrived only minutes after they did, Miyata and Tamamori did their best to keep him from going into the apartment. But Taisuke over powered them and pushed his way into the apartment and went inside despite their pleas for him not to.
He was, at first, shocked at the sight he saw but then he said with a shaky, joking voice, “Mi..Mitsu I thought we promised to redecorate the apartment together. Hey..guy’s where’s Mitsu?”
Wataru, Tamamori and Miyata all gave him sad, pain filled looks.
Taisuke started to become scared. “What’s going on? Where’s Mitsu?”
Senga made the mistake of coming out of the bathroom, the tears streaming down his face, with Nikaido right behind him ready to grab the younger man and hug him tightly. Taisuke felt a chill run down his spine and he ran for the bathroom, unable to be stopped by his grieving bandmates, he sensed something wasn’t right and that he’d find the answer he wanted in there.
What he saw not only completely shattered his heart, but also broke him completely. He let out an anguished cry and in a matter of seconds was sitting on the floor, hugging Mitsu’s limp body to him.
“Why..Mitsu…why?!” Taisuke screamed, startling his bandmates but he didn't care as he was unable to hide the pain of his shattered heart.
They hadn’t expected to find their leader dead.
It wasn’t supposed to be….Bloody Sunday.
OWARI. ((Omg no one kill me please! *hides* and I’m not going to say whether or not he killed himself or if he was murdered.))