Nana clutched onto one of the objects she had found in her purse, if things didn't go as she planned, she can end everything right then and there. And everything would be over.
But not quite, she stared at Hiruma, who's visible emotions were putting on one hell of a show for Nana. Smiling, clearing his throat, uneasy breathing. She was confused more than anything; she was too young to understand what his intentions might've been.
It wasn't until he started speaking and his words studdered that she began to comprehend.
"N-Nana. For the longest times we've been friends, and I've loved every second. And actually, more then loved. The moment I left this town, I knew I'd regret it, and I still do. I wish I could've been here for you when you needed me the most. And I know that you've changed so much, but to me, you're still Nana. My Nana. And..." Hiruma shifted, laughing nervously, though he kept his smile.
"Sorry, I've just never done this before. What I'm trying to say is...Nana... I love you." Finally, she was able to see it in his eyes. His emotions, everything he had been thinking.
"Nana, what I'm trying to say is..." And before she could even reply to anything that was coming out of his mouth, he took her hand, and stroked her face with his right hand, leaning in to kiss her. And Nana found herself leaning in as well, accepting the kiss in every possible way. He pulled her even closer, lips still against each other.
She shut her eyes tightly, letting a few tears escape.
She wanted to accept this, she wanted to accept this; but a part of her wasn't listening. He had always been there for her; she knew that he meant every word. And she accepted every word.
But he had been gone for so long.
Why did he come alone now of all times? Arriving two weeks before the Festival. He wasn't there for her when the killings began to happen, he wasn't there when Takano had arrived, he wasn't there when Irie-sensei died, when her mother's friend died...
Most importantly; he wasn't there when her mother died.
He wasn't there when she found out about the disease.
He wasn't there when Szayel-sensei had arrived to try and stop the disease.
He wasn't... there.
He hadn't even noticed that she had let go of his hands and once again clutched onto the object, dropping her bag, letting it be fully visible. He didn't notice it.
And that terrified her.
Her eyes opened wide, to find his still closed; her pupils shrunk, she didn't even know what she was doing anymore.
She loved him so much, but she hated him for leaving, but she loved him for returning, but she hated him for the bad timing, but she loved him for expressing his feelings for her.
But she was just so frustrated.
His emotions were nothing compared to what she was feeling right now.
Was this the disease?
No, it couldn't be. Nana was able to keep her sanity.
This was her. This was Nana doing this all on her own.
She took her object; a large pair of scissors, old rusty scissors that she carried around for her safety, and thrusted it into Hiruma's stomach.
She twisted it around a little, separating her face from his, and biting her lip.
Nana looked down a little, seeing the damage that she had done. Slowly, the blue haired girl looked up at him.
What had she done?