…to wake up.
All around Kamukura was bloodshed. Corpses littered the streets as laughter and screams echoed in the alleys and from shattered windows. Manic, hideous laughter that mingled with the hideous sight of gore and flame.
He watched it dispassionately as the flames twisted and turned, walking through what felt like a river of blood. Buildings twisted unnaturally before crumbling and cascading to the ground with loud rumbles of stone and metal slamming down.
The world was over. And lording high above it was a silhouette of a pigtailed girl with arms outstretched, eclipsing even the sun. He looked up at her, something stirring deep inside.
Emotions, what he thought was long dead. Awe, Hatred, Interest.
Fear. His hand went to his chest to feel the thudding of his heartbeat as a frown crossed his face.
Unusual.
Even more unusual were the strings of blood that stretched and dripped from his hand as he pulled it away. Looking down, he saw his chest opened and his heart gone from the cavity within.
Blood pooled at the ground beneath his feet as his brow furrowed even more. Somehow he could still hear the heartbeat.
A smile crossed the massive shade of Junko Enoshima’s face as a hand reached from the sky towards Kamukura as he stood frozen in confused horror….
Only to feel the warmth of lips upon his, a kiss. And not from the shade above…but a warm presence before him. A warm presence that pulled Hajime Hinata from the depths of sleep, and into the bleary light.
As he blinked the bleariness away, he became aware of the lips against his, as a freckled face resolved into view.
Fuyuhiko broke the kiss, wiping his am over his mouth with a leer. He had his bad eye closed, not yet having put on the eyepatch he often wore, and looked down at Hajime with his good eye.
“you were having a fucking nightmare again,” he snapped. “woke me up with all your babbling, too.”
His expression softened, as he put a hand on Hajime’s chest. “Thought I’d do you a favor and wake you up too.”
