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part seventy seven

EXO COMEBACK EUREUREONG

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my sister wrote this for hg au! she pretty much only knows what i tell her about exo, but she wanted to participate. :)

672 words, xiuhan, dangan ronpa au. xiumin is leon, luhan is maizono, based off maizono's death scene.

He had reason. It wasn't just a murder without motive - although that would make it very hard to find him. Hiding the crime scene was crucial. Destroying the evidence...necessary. Even if there would be no police to find the body, certainly, it wouldn't have any effect. There were people smarter than him here. He couldn't just admit to murder, even if it was one of the rules of the game they were playing. He didn't want to do it - he would have never even let the thought cross his mind if not for the promise of saving those precious to him. Guilt was at a minimum for manipulating his closest friend, only because he repeated those words to himself. 'It isn't my fault, it's completely justified.' And so, Luhan sat in the room with the thick knife in his hand, waiting for the victim of his first crime to arrive.

And arrive he did, at his call. When the intercom rang, Luhan answered, only to see Xiumin, with his message crumpled in his hand, brown hair a mess, unstyled, from having just awoken at what must have been something around one in the morning. He kept the blade behind his back, nodding at his new companion. "Come in, please." And come in, he did.

No words were exchanged, no time lost before Luhan lunged at who he once called his friend. Shocked, Xiumin's life was spared by only a centimeter, dodging at the lost possible moment. He ducked and made his way behind Luhan in an instant, avoiding any injury he could, belting out a statement of confusion as quickly as it came to mind.

"What the fuck, Luhan?!"

Of course, there was no answer but an irritable grunt as the singer struggled to pull the knife from the door, succeeding after a second of silence except for the creaking of a broken door. With the time he was given, Luhan grabbed the gilded, fake sword from the dresser. It was the only weapon of self defense he could grab ahold of. With no warning besides logic, Luhan spun and threw himself at Xiumin, who held up the object, sheath and all, blocking the attack and leaving a large dent in the casing. Gritting his teeth with the force of necessity, Xiumin's dodges and quick movement left Luhan's attacks to result in little but marks on the wall.

Eventually, he managed to turn the tables around, primarily by pulling the sheath off with all the speed he could muster and slapping it hard against Luhan's wrist. A grotesque sound resonated, causing a shriek of pain from the brunette, who fell to the floor with a dropped cleaver, looking up at the man who had just gained the upper hand - the man who now looked at him with angry eyes, now driven with necessity. He looked up at this man...and he ran.

With the instinct of an animal, he ran.

Luhan turned to enter the bathroom beside him, knowing the fact that the door was misaligned and not locked, knowing the fact that Xiumin didn't - the one chance that he might have to survive. He also knew, however, that there was no way this was going to save him if he didn't think of something soon.

That thought never came.

It took mere moments of heavy breathing and pressing himself against the door to calm himself, but he was never given those moments. It took less for the screws to come loose - he could feel them being torn apart even as he stood there - before he pressed himself against the opposite side of the shower. Watching Xiumin enter with the very knife he had brought in, himself, watching him come closer...something about it made Luhan cry in pain even before the blade entered him.

And with the last of his strength, he used his foremost finger to write, upside down and behind his back, pushed hard against the cold room's wall, Xiumin's name.

Just like that, he went limp. There was nothing left for him to do here.

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part seventy seven

HG: xiuhan dangan ronpa [team chen]

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