"Yeah, that'd be the hope," Niida said, already losing interest in the conversation. Figured that Yahagi would ditch to go looking for Yoji. This place was looking more and more like a bust. Niida didn't plan on dying any time soon, but if he did he certainly wasn't interested in dying with a guy like Yuichiro for company. If Niida was gonna go out, he wanted to go out with a girl, preferably Takako, cradling his head in her lap - ideally, after a rainstorm so her shirt was nice and see-through - saying things like, "Niida-sama, you were so brave to fight off all twenty of those guys with your Uzi! Please, don't go! How can I ever survive without you? Let me use my shirt to bandage your wounds!" or something alone those lines.
Not that he'd given it any thought, or anything.
"Hey, speaking of finding people - any chance you saw where Takako went? I was hoping to..."
He hesitated, trying to think of something wholesome to say. "...apologize to her for that whole dating rumor. It'd suck to die while she still thinks I'm a jerk, you know?"
Yeah, that ought to cement him in Yuichiro's mind as a good dude with good intentions. He decided to press forward a bit more anyway. "And with this gun, I figure I can protect her if it comes to that."
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Wow. Niida-san really was an upstandingly good dude with marvellously good intentions. Even with his death on the line, all he could think about was making amends to Takako-san for that misunderstanding. Yuichiro could really stand to learn from him, instead of being an irredeemably horny little shit.
Alas, all he could do was shake his head when asked if he knew Takako-san’s whereabouts. Hopefully in time he could say ‘she’s upstairs, along with the other girls’, but for now he was as useless as a 4 a.m. anime slot.
Never mind; chin up, Yuichiro. Now he had a partner in Niida-san to plan his next move with, and one who was clearly armed. The talk of using guns to protect people made Yuichiro remember his own firearm in his pocket, which he had neglected to mention until that moment.
“Oh, yeah! I have one too! With this, we can definitely keep everyone sa-“
But his words were cut off as he pulled the pistol from his pants. For Yuichiro, in his haste and total lack of experience around firearms, had forgotten three important rules of gun handling:
1. Always assume the gun is loaded. Even if you hadn’t touched the box of ammo yet, some careless/thoughtful/sadistic soldier may have already loaded the chambers without you realising.
2. Keep your finger away from the trigger unless you are going to fire. Triggers can be surprisingly sensitive!
3. Never, ever, ever point the gun towards someone you do not intend to kill.
All it took was that combination of three simple mistakes for Yuichiro to misfire. The ear-shattering sound of the gunshot echoed off the walls and throughout the room, but by then the bullet had already made its way out of its chamber, down the inflamed barrel, and into Niida’s crotch.
Alas, all he could do was shake his head when asked if he knew Takako-san’s whereabouts. Hopefully in time he could say ‘she’s upstairs, along with the other girls’, but for now he was as useless as a 4 a.m. anime slot.
Never mind; chin up, Yuichiro. Now he had a partner in Niida-san to plan his next move with, and one who was clearly armed. The talk of using guns to protect people made Yuichiro remember his own firearm in his pocket, which he had neglected to mention until that moment.
“Oh, yeah! I have one too! With this, we can definitely keep everyone sa-“
But his words were cut off as he pulled the pistol from his pants. For Yuichiro, in his haste and total lack of experience around firearms, had forgotten three important rules of gun handling:
1. Always assume the gun is loaded. Even if you hadn’t touched the box of ammo yet, some careless/thoughtful/sadistic soldier may have already loaded the chambers without you realising.
2. Keep your finger away from the trigger unless you are going to fire. Triggers can be surprisingly sensitive!
3. Never, ever, ever point the gun towards someone you do not intend to kill.
All it took was that combination of three simple mistakes for Yuichiro to misfire. The ear-shattering sound of the gunshot echoed off the walls and throughout the room, but by then the bullet had already made its way out of its chamber, down the inflamed barrel, and into Niida’s crotch.
"OW, FUCK, AAAAAGH!!"
A searing, white-hot pain erupted all across Niida's lower body. His legs buckled, and he sank to his knees, screaming in pain. He looked down, horrified to see a ragged hole in his pants and dark, wine-red blood spreading across his lap. He looked at Yuichiro with wide eyes, spittle bubbling in his mouth as his throat constricted with pain. He was unable to speak, unable to think, unable to do ANYTHING. What the fuck!? Motherfucker, you hit me in the dick!
He leaned forwards, clutching his wounded pride, tears leaking down his face. What the fuck! What the FUCK!?
A searing, white-hot pain erupted all across Niida's lower body. His legs buckled, and he sank to his knees, screaming in pain. He looked down, horrified to see a ragged hole in his pants and dark, wine-red blood spreading across his lap. He looked at Yuichiro with wide eyes, spittle bubbling in his mouth as his throat constricted with pain. He was unable to speak, unable to think, unable to do ANYTHING. What the fuck!? Motherfucker, you hit me in the dick!
He leaned forwards, clutching his wounded pride, tears leaking down his face. What the fuck! What the FUCK!?
“Oh, geez!!”
What the heck had happened?! He hadn’t meant to shoot his gun, certainly not at Niida-san! But now he was lying on the floor, bleeding out from – oh goodness, not his stomach! His-
Oh, double geez!!!
“H-h-hang on, Niida-san!” he shouted as he ran out the room. The gun in his hand made its way out with him, as he was too panicked to think about letting go.
Sounds of searching could be heard, but were probably drowned out by the sound of Niida screaming from being shot in the dick.
A minute later, Yuichiro returned with a towel from the kitchen. The gun had been placed on the counter, very carefully, in a brief moment of clarity. Now he stood over the classmate he had shot, looking at the source of the injury.
He…he knew what he had to do. It was just, that, well…
Dang it, Yuichiro! This was not the time to worry about something like that!
“Just- just hold still, Niida-san! I have to apply pressure!”
What the heck had happened?! He hadn’t meant to shoot his gun, certainly not at Niida-san! But now he was lying on the floor, bleeding out from – oh goodness, not his stomach! His-
Oh, double geez!!!
“H-h-hang on, Niida-san!” he shouted as he ran out the room. The gun in his hand made its way out with him, as he was too panicked to think about letting go.
Sounds of searching could be heard, but were probably drowned out by the sound of Niida screaming from being shot in the dick.
A minute later, Yuichiro returned with a towel from the kitchen. The gun had been placed on the counter, very carefully, in a brief moment of clarity. Now he stood over the classmate he had shot, looking at the source of the injury.
He…he knew what he had to do. It was just, that, well…
Dang it, Yuichiro! This was not the time to worry about something like that!
“Just- just hold still, Niida-san! I have to apply pressure!”
"AAAHHGHHH!"
What the fuck was he doing? Was he... what the... grabbing... f-fuck...
It was too much. It was all too much. He slumped backwards. From the pain? The blood loss? Or maybe just to get away from this asshole, this shithead, this fucking little shrimp-dick bastard who shot him and tried to make it better by stealing third base.
A single tear leaked out of his eye. He felt cold. Fuck. That couldn't be good. This was shock or something, right? He just needed to pass out for a while. Ride out the pain. He'd be fine once he slept it off, right? It was probably just a flesh wound. Just a cut. The bullet had nicked something. There was a lot of blood in that area, right? They talked about it in health class, or something. He was gonna be fine.
His hands were shaking now. Fuck. FUCK. He didn't want to die. Not like this.
He deserved so much better than this. He wasn't a bad guy. Even that dating rumor thing had been totally overblown. Why couldn't Takako just go with it? Why couldn't she take it as a compliment? Did she even understand what it felt like to get told that you were gross, that you weren't wanted, that you didn't matter? And for what? Because he wanted to go out with her? Half the guys in class would've sawn off one of their arms to get with her. If anything, she should've been grateful that he at least had the guts to be honest about it instead of perving on her from afar. What a bitch.
Fuck. Fuck. Now he was gonna die with some other dude grabbing his balls, and she wasn't gonna give one solitary shit. It wasn't fair.
He never got to go to a university party with the guys from the team. Never got to score an overtime goal and bring it all home. Never got to drink a beer. Never got to take off a pretty girl's bra. It wasn't fair.
His vision was fading. Very cold now. So unfair. Excruciating pain in his groin. Thanks, Yuichiro. He'd have to cuss the little shithead out whenever he woke up. He didn't deserve this. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all.
It would take another few minutes for him to bleed out, but the darkness took him well before that.
B15 KAZUSHI NIIDA DECEASED
What the fuck was he doing? Was he... what the... grabbing... f-fuck...
It was too much. It was all too much. He slumped backwards. From the pain? The blood loss? Or maybe just to get away from this asshole, this shithead, this fucking little shrimp-dick bastard who shot him and tried to make it better by stealing third base.
A single tear leaked out of his eye. He felt cold. Fuck. That couldn't be good. This was shock or something, right? He just needed to pass out for a while. Ride out the pain. He'd be fine once he slept it off, right? It was probably just a flesh wound. Just a cut. The bullet had nicked something. There was a lot of blood in that area, right? They talked about it in health class, or something. He was gonna be fine.
His hands were shaking now. Fuck. FUCK. He didn't want to die. Not like this.
He deserved so much better than this. He wasn't a bad guy. Even that dating rumor thing had been totally overblown. Why couldn't Takako just go with it? Why couldn't she take it as a compliment? Did she even understand what it felt like to get told that you were gross, that you weren't wanted, that you didn't matter? And for what? Because he wanted to go out with her? Half the guys in class would've sawn off one of their arms to get with her. If anything, she should've been grateful that he at least had the guts to be honest about it instead of perving on her from afar. What a bitch.
Fuck. Fuck. Now he was gonna die with some other dude grabbing his balls, and she wasn't gonna give one solitary shit. It wasn't fair.
He never got to go to a university party with the guys from the team. Never got to score an overtime goal and bring it all home. Never got to drink a beer. Never got to take off a pretty girl's bra. It wasn't fair.
His vision was fading. Very cold now. So unfair. Excruciating pain in his groin. Thanks, Yuichiro. He'd have to cuss the little shithead out whenever he woke up. He didn't deserve this. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all.
It would take another few minutes for him to bleed out, but the darkness took him well before that.
B15 KAZUSHI NIIDA DECEASED
“Niida-san! Just stay with me, Niida-san!” Yuichiro pleaded, hands firmly pressing into his crotch. It was no good. No matter how much pressure he applied, the blood kept flowing out of his groin. It was only a matter of minutes before there was no further response.
It had been very difficult, dragging Niida-san out of the lighthouse. Yuichiro was a little guy, and dead bodies weighed a lot more than he realised. By the time he had dragged Kazushi around the corner from the front door, he was covered in sweat and blood.
He wished he could cremate Niida-san, but he knew it was impossible. He didn’t have the tools or the know-how, and something about burning his body to ashes after accidentally killing him felt very macabre. He would’ve given him a burial at sea, but the waves would have just pushed his body back in. As much as he wished he could do more, this was the best he could do.
After squeamishly closing his eyes, Yuichiro made a mound of pebbles at Kazushi’s head. It wasn’t the Niida family tombstone, obviously, but it was the best he could do given the circumstances. Hopefully once everyone had managed to escape he could visit the grave and apologise.
He wiped at his face, a mixture of sweat and tears streaked across. Some blood from his sleeve left a mark on his cheek, but he didn’t notice. What was he supposed to say now?
“I’m really sorry, Niida-san.” he said, hands clasped in prayer. Niida-san was dead because of his carelessness with guns. If only he’d been able to find the…damned safety! His stupidity had caused someone to die before he could even find Takako-san and apologise. Yuichiro hoped she’d arrive at the lighthouse sometime. Then maybe he could apologise on Niida-san's behalf. It wouldn't be enough, but it was better than nothing.
He stayed there, losing track of time, as he looked down at Kazushi’s pained expression. Even with the eyes shut, it looked much more like his corpse was grimacing at him than any sign of a peaceful rest. All the blood around his groin certainly didn’t suggest a peaceful demise. Yuichiro knew that; he was there first hand for it.
He decided to go back inside. He would clean up the rest of the mess in the morning.
((Yuichiro Takaguchi continued in ShottemBalls Nii))
It had been very difficult, dragging Niida-san out of the lighthouse. Yuichiro was a little guy, and dead bodies weighed a lot more than he realised. By the time he had dragged Kazushi around the corner from the front door, he was covered in sweat and blood.
He wished he could cremate Niida-san, but he knew it was impossible. He didn’t have the tools or the know-how, and something about burning his body to ashes after accidentally killing him felt very macabre. He would’ve given him a burial at sea, but the waves would have just pushed his body back in. As much as he wished he could do more, this was the best he could do.
After squeamishly closing his eyes, Yuichiro made a mound of pebbles at Kazushi’s head. It wasn’t the Niida family tombstone, obviously, but it was the best he could do given the circumstances. Hopefully once everyone had managed to escape he could visit the grave and apologise.
He wiped at his face, a mixture of sweat and tears streaked across. Some blood from his sleeve left a mark on his cheek, but he didn’t notice. What was he supposed to say now?
“I’m really sorry, Niida-san.” he said, hands clasped in prayer. Niida-san was dead because of his carelessness with guns. If only he’d been able to find the…damned safety! His stupidity had caused someone to die before he could even find Takako-san and apologise. Yuichiro hoped she’d arrive at the lighthouse sometime. Then maybe he could apologise on Niida-san's behalf. It wouldn't be enough, but it was better than nothing.
He stayed there, losing track of time, as he looked down at Kazushi’s pained expression. Even with the eyes shut, it looked much more like his corpse was grimacing at him than any sign of a peaceful rest. All the blood around his groin certainly didn’t suggest a peaceful demise. Yuichiro knew that; he was there first hand for it.
He decided to go back inside. He would clean up the rest of the mess in the morning.
((Yuichiro Takaguchi continued in ShottemBalls Nii))