Chapter 14
Hajime was the last to get out of the elevator and just stood in front of the Monomi rocks, feeling empty and numb.
He shouldn't have fallen so easily for Nagito. It was so dumb to depend on someone in this situation. Friends could die here, or betray you- crushes make it worse.
After much thought, he heard a voice he used to cherish. Now, it made a shiver go through his spine.
"Hajime...You're mad at me, huh?" Nagito asked softly from behind Hajime.
Hajime whipped around, suddenly lashing out- something even he was surprised to hear, "Mad?! I'm outraged! Hurt beyond hurt!" Hajime snapped, surprised to feel hot tears burning trails on his face as his voice echoed, "I was your friend. We investigated a murder together! I trusted you even though I shouldn't have!! And- and then it turns out that you would've been prepared to just kill me to get this terrible game started?!"
Nagito gave a noticeable flinch, looking a tiny bit like a traumatized puppy, "Kill you...? I would've never-"
"It's right here," Hajime said, his voice shaking as he held up the map that Chiaki had made of the room, thrusting it at Nagito, "Look. I was the closest to you. All you had to do is follow the cord back and then stab," he shook his head.
Nagito blinked, before giving a sad smile, "I didn't think of that. I thought, because of your talent, you would be safe..."
Silence followed as the two stared at each other in the darkness. Hajime stood, tense with clenched fists and a set jaw with his eyes glaring at the figure in front of him, while Nagito seemed more relaxed, with his easy posture, hands in his pockets, sad smile, and teary, knowing eyes. Hajime resisted the urge to continue yelling to make Nagito stop seeming so relaxed in this situation.
Hajime took notice of how pretty the boy in front of him looked, despite the scratches and bruises. It wasn't like he still liked Nagito- it was simply a fact that he was pretty. The moonlight made his pale skin seem to shine, and his white hair stood out more clearly, and his grey eyes reflected the stars. The breeze didn't help much, as it kept weaving in and out of Nagito's hair as they stared each other down. It was distracting and made it hard to fully hate this man.
Suddenly, Nagito threw his head back to look up at the sky.
"You know...The sky is beautiful," he said in a whisper that almost sounded like the wind was speaking to Hajime instead of the boy in front of him, "Almost...too beautiful..." And with that, he smiled, and walked off, holding his hand up as if to say 'bye' as he disappeared out of sight, leaving a confused Hajime behind.
'The sky is beautiful...Almost...Too beautiful,'
The hell was that supposed to mean?