And I'll Reach for You Again // NatePat Oneshot
So, someone in my feed ( @vinyldespair I believe??) asked if anyone could write a NatePat Kagerou Days oneshot.
Eh, I had nothing better to do anyway :P Here ya go I suppose <33
It happened at around 12:30 PM on August 15th.
The weather was nice.
In the middle of the street sat two young men, a mural of blood painting the asphalt with its burning red hue. A crowd of bystanders stood in stunned silence, the first man’s sobs piercing through the quietude like a bird fighting to break from its cage. His arms wrapped tightly around the second man’s lifeless, tattered body, sobbing uncontrollably as he begged for his dear friend to come back to him. The metallic stench of blood tangled with the second man’s own sweet scent, his black hair matted in debris and the same red liquid that was splashed all around him.
“Nate…Nate…” the first man whimpered, burying his face in the second’s jacket, “Nate, please don’t do this…”
A hushed murmur swept across the crowd surrounding the two, the bystanders’ faces fixed in a unanimous blank stare, almost as though they were mocking the first man’s despair. He slowly looked around at the strangers surrounding him and Nate, his face stained with blood and tears. His balled fists clenched tighter onto Nate’s blood-soaked jacket and let out a scream, desperate and hoarse.
“HELP!” he cried, his voice collapsing into a mess of hiccups and sobs. “HELP HIM! PLEASE! STOP STARING AT HIM AND DO SOMETHING, DAMMIT!”
The crowd remained unresponsive.
Angered, the man broke down into hopeless crying again, not noticing a tall, slender figure pushing his way to the center of the action, coming to a stop before the pitifully grieving man. Startled, he looked up at the figure and froze, choking on his sobs the moment he locked eyes on the figure. He looked exactly like him, except his body emitted a sort of dark red hue, and he wore on his face a twisted, satisfied smirk.
“No one can save him now, Matthew,” the figure chuckled slowly, his blood-red eyes piercing into Matthew’s terrified brown ones. “You two will be trapped in this tragedy forever.”
Matt bit the inside of his cheek, trembling both from his crying and out of fear and apprehension. Something about all this seemed all too familiar, as though he and the figure had been met before, standing on this very stage, acting out this very scene. Somewhere in the past, their paths had crossed, and this tragedy had been played out the exact same way it did today.
The figure started to laugh, snickering with glee as he placed a hand over his forehead. “God,” he chuckled, “you are such an idiot. Do you really think that your little theories and choices will save the both of you from this little loop? Every time you come back to this moment in time, a little part of you forgets this world just a tiny bit more. Nothing is gonna change – you will never derail this loop, no matter how hard you try.”
Matt swallowed hard as his blood-red counterpart knelt down before him, his glossy eyes casting a clear reflection of Matt’s trembling body. “But, I don’t think this is over – not yet, at least.” The figure’s eyes trailed down to the cat in his arms, letting it free to settle itself before Nate’s limp body. A deep purr rumbled in its throat as it stared down at the musician, flicking its tail rhythmically like the second hand on a clock. “This tragedy will never end until I tell it to.”
The trembling male sniffled, glaring weakly at the figure, who simply sneered back. This wasn’t a dream, that much Matt knew. The figure was going to keep both him and Nate trapped in this haze forever, wasn’t he?
The haze let out a piercing laugh. “Let’s try again, shall we?”
God I’m sorry this is terrible and that it doesn’t *completely* follow the song but I’m at my grandparents’ house right now and I needed to cut this short ;0;