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This is it.
It couldn't have ended any other way than this, Mikey realized as he stared down into the evening streets of Tokyo from the rooftop of an old abandoned building.
He doesn't know how to begin to understand what he's feeling, if he's even feeling anything at all. Everything just started feel numb and empty these past few years. As if he was merely wandering around aimlessly, without a goal or purpose. Nothing to look forward to. Although it wasn't always like this.
At the beginning when Toman officially became a criminal organization, he felt lost as this wasn't the era that he wanted to create and bring upon to the world. But this was the hand he got dealt with. This was the result of all his actions so he still felt determined to see this one through. To find out how far he can go with this, to know the limits of his strength and power, if there were any limits at all.
There was hunger and motivation. Then he'd feel fulfilled whenever Toman would hit a new milestone in its growth and expansion.
But the hunger never went away. In fact, it only grew and grew with each and every step of the way he took towards this path.
Hunger that only multiplied in its greed, that dared him to commit more and more heinous acts in order to be satiated, effectively creating a nice little hell on earth for everything and everyone around him before he even realized that that was what he was creating.
He hadn't smiled in years. A few years ago, there at least would be a desire within him for fulfillment. For happiness, no matter how temporary. A longing for how simple things used to be in the past when they were all just kids, playing around as delinquents and trying to act cool.
But now, there was only emptiness. Not even a longing or hope for things to get better exists within him anymore.
What was the point of being at the top and having the power to have all you want when anything and everything meant nothing? Everything only served as a reminder of the numbness and of how empty he truly is.
So here he is.
It almost feels like home on top of this empty, old, abandoned building that looks as if it can collapse anytime. Mikey figures that this place is a pretty good representation of himself right now.
Alone, broken and empty that looks as if it could simply stop existing at any point in time now and everyone else would be better off because of it.
Satisfied and at peace with this decision, he takes a deep breath and begins to walk off towards the edge-
"Huh? You too?!"
He stops and quickly turns around to find a stranger behind him.
Bright blue eyes staring at him, filled with shock.
This man just saw him about to commit suicide. Should he be worried now that he might try to talk him out of it or worse, that he might even call for help to try to stop him?
This could be a problem. No one's stopping Mikey tonight.
Slowly, his hand moves towards the inside of his coat, reaching for his handgun-
"I mean, not that it's any of my business! Because I- well, because that's also why I'm here? What I'm also planning to do?"
Huh.
Well, that certainly wasn't what he was expecting the stranger to say.
"You mean you plan to kill yourself too. Right here, right now?" Mikey couldn't help but ask.
Suddenly, the stranger deflated. His initial shock at the scene he entered forgotten.
The air around him changed. He immediately looked as if he's aged years even though no time has passed at all.
"I kept trying to find reasons not to do this. But in the end, I still ended up here, running away from it all. There's just really nothing keeping me here anymore. I can't even find a single reason to stay, not anymore.." the stranger trailed off, his tone suddenly despondent.
Then, his stomach growled.
Dorayaki. He wants dorayaki.
"Hey, wanna eat first? We can continue this later."
"Huh?"
Food first, suicide later.