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Inspired by Death Note The Musical's 'They're only human'

After a particular encounter from a pair of twins, Izuru Kamakura found himself thinking about what one of them had in mind... To cause despair in this ever weary world he found himself in.

He looks down from a building, a mass suicide appearing before him; such a disturbing spectacle that merely serves as a form of display, a boring attempt to entertain him. He didn't really found it entertaining, really.

Something so grotesque would get anyone on their feet, succumb into their despair, question their existence, end their existence... Or maybe become one of despair, to cause despair, to embrace despair.

Izuru, however, he was noticeably different amongst the others.

The grotesquerie spectacle before him was nothing unlike the other, a usual happening. After all, death is inevitable among a hopeless humanity fleeting to a wrong path, an unexpected, yet ironically expected path of despair.

"Despair...," Izuru began, his head tipping to the side at the slightest to give his companion a look. "It's all so boring." You glanced at him with a wince of confusion.

"Look at how they crawl around like ants," he points out, as he looks down.

"They fascinate confusing fates, my darling." You replied, as you sat by the edge of the building tipping over to look down to where Izuru was looking. "Two types of people reign their world. What they call an optimist and a pessimist. Those who have positive outlook, those who have negative..."

"They blame fate for the lives that they lead, they hope for the lives that they need — that they want." You stated. "They never get answers, but they still strive to know them."

"They live until they die. That's all there is. It's all so weary to me."

"Everything is weary for you." You remarked, glancing at him. He remained still. "But I don't blame you." You looked back at the ground below, flames lingered around the fallen debris of the fallen high and all mighty buildings that once loomed over the world, the prime corrupted of society, only to crash and fall like any other buildings.

No matter who high you are, fate finds ways to bring you down. Flying to close to the sun really is ambitious, but do put some sunscreen on. Not only would you have your skin burned, you'll have several bones broken. Maybe all of them.

"This world is a waste," Says he, turning to you, expecting a reply. "They struggle to face what can never be face. They go through a motion as if there'd be a reward... And here we are, eternally bored."

"They're human, Izuru. What did you expect? It's not like their purpose is to bring entertainment to you. Their purpose is to live, to succeed, to fail, to die. That's all that there is. It's their life they're wasting." You snapped at him. "We're just bystanders, doomed to watch them rise and fall repeatedly."

He scoffs.

"Perhaps you have a suggestion to resolve our boredom?" He raised a brow.

"Your boredom," you corrected with a slight sneer. "I'm satisfied with what we're presented at this current moment."

Y/N L/N was previously a privileged rich kid studying as a reserve course of Hope's Peak, until they took it upon their selves to join the Kamakura project as a volunteering subject when the previous project was proved successful.

Reasons? They kept it to their selves.

Perhaps it was because being a background character isn't much of a talent to compete among the others and so they decided to become Ultimate Everything like Izuru... But unlike Izuru, Y/N wasn't completely devoid. They were a deceitful spitfire, capable of being satisfied unlike their male companion.

"Ugh, quick monologuing over there while I'm monologuing here!" Complained the blonde, waving her arms in the air plagued with pollution. You rolled your eyes at her, before turning away.

Unlike Izuru, you were the opposite of him. You were the first, the experiment that failed while he was successful. You were somewhat successful, but not as successful as he is.

Back to the question... Why did you volunteered to be the next experimental project of the society you dreaded? The answer was obvious, but you denied that it was the reason. 

Hajime Hinata, was a name you still clung onto. Despite all the programming, the brainwashing, his name was still available in your mind. During all those times, he was still the one. The reason why you smile. The reason why you cling unto your dear life, to return to him... But he took it upon himself and joined the experiment, deeming your sacrifices in vain when he can't even remember you or anyone else in that manner. Hell, he doesn't seem to know how to express his self.

Well as of this moment, all you can think about all the mistakes you have done since birth... Those you have posses memories over, that is.

Starting one certain memory: Under that one, rainy evening, under a roofless shelter, you met him. Under the unfortunate predicament you found yourself in, all you can think about was your umbrella you lost back in elementary, cursing at yourself for carelessly leaving it somewhere because you never needed it.

And that lead you to that moment, under the rain, under a roof that was barely covering you with all the holes and poked through it.

Then he came in the same roof, providing you companion. A fellow lad who found himself in a similar predicament you found yourself in. And after the rain subsided, you parted ways, but not after exchanging contacts.

One week later, both of you exchange message daily, then started to hang out after school, then develope affections for him... Funny how things has to go that way.

After you disappeared to volunteer as a test subject; a somewhat successful but a failure. A prototype programming until Izuru came and became a better version of you... You didn't cared if he was the successful candidate, you didn't cared that you were merely a spare... All you wanted was to be somebody to Hajime. And you can't seem to do that any because his name faded and was replaced with a 'better' version of him.

"Well shit Y/N, now you fucked things over for yourself." Izuru glanced at you, never realising you had the capability to say such words.

"Might I ask who you're talking to?" He raised a brow to question your sudden outburst.

"Nunya,"

"What?"

"Nunya business, now skedaddle outta my way, pretty boy." You sneered at him, bumping shoulders with him as you make your exit, knuckles paled as you clenched them by your sides.

As he watched you descend through the steps, he can't help but to feel a strong sense of... Entertainment. In within a blink of an eye, he found himself entertained with your unexpected outburst, only for it to disperse.

Subconsciously, he felt... Left out. He felt devastated that you left him. He simply brushes these feelings aside, as your figure slowly faded away as you ran off elsewhere.

As you walk within the fallen city, you can't help but to watch your step to avoid stepping on... Fallen people. People that once had lives, maybe they were happy with their lives. Maybe they were not. One thing's for sure, they didn't deserved to die.

"S-stay back!" You hummed in confusion, turning your head to the source of the voice. A young girl clad in a Reserve Course uniform, holding a metal pipe forward as a weapon to defend herself from a raging despair affected student.

Tears were rapidly streaming down from her face, but stood her ground, as the maniac before her blindly swung an axe forward. Her screams her echoing painfully in your head, a sense of dread, as her weapon was knocked aside among the other fallen debris, the axeman grinning deviously, weapon raised against the air, ready to strike...

Humans are deemed to be interesting to you and since you had a human life, you can't help but to reflect at those days. They fight to be the too of the hierarchy, only to be knocked off from their pedestals and the cycle repeats. A bright future wasn't ahead of those born without extraordinary talents, their sole purpose was to exist to be stepping stones to those who have talents.

You never really fail to captivate Izuru with your unexpected ways.

After you pounced into the situation, you effectively saved the girl and kill her attacker, which lead him to question you... Why? For all he knows, you were just like him. That's what he thought anyways.

You watched the girl tremble in your arms, as you carried the poor girl, her feet dangling off your arm. You were aware of the bystanders that viewed you from above, but you didn't mind one bit.

"Isn't that L/N—"

"Ugh, duh! Get your head off the clouds!" Junko scolded her twin with a scowl.

"Shouldn't they be on our side—" Mukuro was interrupted once again.

"Let them what they want, it's not like we need them anyways." Junko grinned. "If they're siding with hope that's inevitable to be crushed, then so be it. Despair will consume them once again."

Izuru didn't minded the twins one bit, as he was more compelled to watch you tend to a younger teen. He watched you set the girl down, putting a hand over her forehead to heal her injuries.

A person who he thought lived at the sheer thought of aggression entertained you, seeing how you did not mind one bit if one dies a violent death, yet here you were... Going soft. The aggressive spitfire he was acquainted with his whole rebirth was going soft. The person he was acquainted with that he saw barely reacting to anything despair inducing... Was going soft. You were turning like any other humans.

You were truly intriguing to him.