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ลำดับตอนที่ #2 : [V3] Love is foolishness [Saihara x Ouma] - ENG
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!!SPOILER ALERT!! This SaiOu fanfiction contains major spoiler of the game. Please read it at your own risk.
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Love is Foolishness
To have fallen in love in a deadly killing game,
What a fool he is.
Thinking about it, Ouma can’t stop laughing at himself.
The very first stupidity
…is because his beloved has a crush for someone else.
He knew it, and everyone knew it.
The heart-broken expression on Saihara’s face when Akamatsu was hanged. The blank expression Saihara showed when her body was crushed by the spiky, giant piano lid.
The time when Saihara removed his own cap to try changing himself for his beloved, who is no longer here in this world.
Is not that clear enough to tell if he was fallen, still falling and will surely keep on falling in love with the dead ultimate pianist?
There is no chance to compete against the dead.
This love is bound to end up in sorrow since the beginning.
There is no chance for him to stand against Akamatsu from the very start…
The second foolishness
…is the fact that his beloved hate lies. But he is a complete, incurable liar.
Detective’s task is to uncover the truth. Removing all lies and deceitfulness.
And he is the one who keeps on spreading the lies, proclaiming himself to be a liar.
Initially, his lie is there to entertain.
But in such a life-threatening situation like this disgusting killing game,
It only makes him look suspicious even more.
A pair of golden eyes looks at him, most of the time, filled with confusion and distrust.
He laughed, just laughed.
The only thing he can do right now is only to laugh.
Facing the detective who hates lie with all the lies he weaved along with the truths. A few carefully, and delicately hidden truth.
And keeps on spilling his lies, along with those negligible truth, all over the place,
over and over again.
The third stupidity is
The fact that he thought he had given more than enough hints for the detective to find out
About everything. About his true nature, how he is planning to strike against the mastermind,
and how much he had fallen for Saihara.
Ah. But he forgot. One of the most important thing. The truth that he can never denied.
That everyone’s level of intelligence is different.
That he always views others as a fool.
Indeed. They are fools, genuinely fools. Even Saihara that he thought would be different from the rest. Even that detective he loved so much,
Can never, ever understand him.
The given hints, along with his feelings, that intertwined with all of his lies
Is only some unsolvable enigma for the recipient.
The golden eyes full of hatred.
The detective’s word struck at him
And for Saihara,
that’s all to it.
All of his feeling, is
“You are the pathetic one.”
only a meaningless enigma from a pathetic, annoying liar.
That word, hit him.
Making everything clear that
His feeling never and never will ever reaches.
No matter how much he tried to convey
How much he really hates killing.
How much he truly hates this killing game.
And how much he is falling for Saihara.
All those will never be reached.
Never. Ever.
Ouma laughed, evilly laughed
Even if the taste of tears in his mouth is salty
Even if his chest is screaming severely
And even if his heart is shrieking, being hurt to the point he cannot hold his tears in anymore
The only thing he can do is neglecting his own feeling,
pretending to shed a fake, crocodile tears,
embracing this loneliness, this isolation
and run away.
The forth foolishness is
This world is fictional.
Everything about him is fictional.
His life. His love. His feeling. Even the existence of Ouma Kokichi
Is something completely fictional that exist only for the sakes of entertainment.
His life is
Only a part of some disgusting game show being broadcasted to the world.
He knew it. He got it.
But no matter how much he pretends to be evil,
how many times he tried to tell himself that it won’t hurt.
On the inside, he is still crying.
His tears never stop.
And his heart, already-broken heart, still weeping, crying out the word loves
That will never, ever reach.
Even if he slowly died from this poison
Even if his body was crushed to an unrecognizable flesh
Even if the detective finally found out his true intention to end the killing game
The love he has
Is only a tragic, pathetic and one-sided love of a pathetic liar who keeps lying to the very end.
This feeling he has
Will never reach Saihara.
Never. Ever.
Always.
The fifth stupidity is that
He already knew this. Everything.
But his heart never stop attaching itself to Saihara.
No matter how he tries lying to himself that he never attached,
The moment Saihara’s eyes turned at him, full of loathing and distrust
His heart hurt.
Even worse than terrible suffering from the poison that run through his veins
Even worse than the moment when the press machine slowly killing him
The cries of his heart are too loud.
The pain in his chest is too real.
And the feeling he have, the love that he felt,
Is absolutely way too real.
“Ouma-kun. Please. Can you be serious for once?”
“You’re rude! Don’t you know I’m always serious.”
“….Then can you please stop lying for a while?”
“I can’t. 70% of my body is made up of lies!”
“…”
“What with that face, Saihara-chan? Is it because you want to know the real me?”
“Nishishi. Then it can’t be helped. I will tell you then”
“The one and only truth about me”
“…I love you…”
.
.
.
“…Is that another one of your lie?”
“…maybe”
It’s truth.
“Correct! You found out. How boring.”
It’s a truth
“You really love lying, don’t you?”
That word love I just said…
is a truth though.
“Nishishi. That can’t be helped.”
I love you. I love you.
I,
Really,
“Because I’m a liar after all.”
do love you.
Even if his existence is fictional,
This feeling is too real
The love he has for Saihara is,
absolutely way too real.
I love you. I don’t want to die.
I love you. I hate killing.
I want this game to end.
I love you.
Those words, endlessly echoed in his head. Again, and again,
as the press machine slowly pushing down on him.
And his loves that can never be hear gradually disappeared
Along with the rip on his flesh
Along with the cracked of his bone
Along with the poison that slowly killing him
All those, disappear altogether in the trail of tears on his face
And his one-sided, unrequited love
Will remained one-sided, unnoticed, unrequited forever.
“The one and only truth about me”
The truth is
“…I love you…”
And will always, always
Keep on loving you
Forever.
Even after the eternity ends.
Always
“I
really…
Do love you though.”
Saihara---
…Splash…
The blood slowly dripping out from the press machine, splattering all over the places.
The blood as red... as the colour of wound in that of his broken heart.
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Omake
The end of everything.
Ouma’s body lying under the press machine.
His lies wrapping around his tongue.
And the truth, that Saihara never knew or able to comprehend, about Ouma, is hiding beyond his reach.
“The one and only truth about me”
Was that a truth?
Or simply a lie,
“…I love you…”
“…Is that another one of your lie?”
“…maybe”
Is that soft whispering
another lie of yours?
Saihara cannot tells if, a slight shade of sorrow Ouma had showen, is a truth
Or a lie.
Probably a lie, right? He thought.
But if that was a lie
Why does Ouma looks as if he wanted to cry?
Why does the tears Ouma shed when he said
“You are the pathetic one.”
Seems so real?
The looks on Ouma's face when he broke into tears,
Was too real for him to believe
it’s a lie.
Was that love real, or fake?
Were you lying, or not?
Saihara never knew it.
And such a reason why his heart painfully throbbing every time he thinks about him,
Or the reason why he was slightly happy to hear that word love, even if it might be untrue.
The answers to these questions
are simply out of reach.
As Ouma Kokichi was died,
The feeling Saihara never knew to have
has no chance to be confirmed.
No heartwarming romance. No such a sweet, happy ending.
What lies here is only,
foolishness.
Foolishness that let a gradually growing love withered away in the end.
This story is simply, the end of love, life and foolishness.
This story is simply
A story of broken heart and unrequited love.
END
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Writer’s talk:
Regarding Omake : The end of Everything.It’s actual name is The (Dead) end of everything
THE DEATH END EVERYTHING
(I really love playing with the title’s name. XD LOL)
Actually, I have no plan in writing Saihara’s POV. But as SaiOu shipper, somehow I don’t want Ouma to die in vain so I ended up add Saihara in here… So sorry if the omake turned to be unsatisfying!
I still confused why I felt an urge to write some angst about this so much instead of many fluffy, Saiou stuffs I got in myhead. (Guess it’s due to the big impact of chapter 5, LOL).
Thank you for reading! If you spot any misspelling or if there is any unclear/confusing sentence in this story, please kindly tell me. I will try my best editing it and try not to repeat the same mistake again next time.
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