just a little bit insane . yuno's death reaction

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trigger warning: graphic scene; kidnapping, burning alive

y u n o .

"I know your middle name
I got a lock of your hair
I'm just a little bit insane
'Cause I think I see you everywhere"

She’d hunted him down and kidnapped him four days ago, keeping him tucked away in the cage in her living room. He’d been distraught since the moment he’d woken up, screaming obscenities, the horror and disgust evident on his face as he’d landed eye to eye with her decayed mother’s and father’s corpses. They were little more than bone and hair at this point, even the smell from their rotting bodies had slowly simmered into the carpet and roof and eventually disappeared. The few pieces of her twin’s crumbled up bones lay in the back corner tucked away from her new prisoner’s immediate gaze.

He was supposed to be a gift, a present for her precious dear Yuki once he returned home. He was supposed to be the bridge between their hearts, an offering to apologize to her beloved future husband. After all, Seven was the man that had killed Yuki’s parents. Yuno had allowed it to happen, holding back her lover as he’d tried to tear her apart and get to them before Seven could shoot them both. She hadn’t let him. She had needed them out of the picture, she had needed them gone so that Yuki could understand and see that she was the only one he needed.

The fight had dragged on, Yuki toying with the boy from nine in a way that had made her heart sing. She had flushed cheeks, fingers digging into the leather couch, enthralled with every moment of Yuki’s insanity. He was slipping, falling into her world where it would reign with colour and blood and desire. Oh, how it called to her, how it made her body ache and mind reel. She wanted him, she wanted him so badly that she found herself laughing along with his cackle as he stepped on that severed stump.

Ripred he was the most attractive he had ever been in his life.

But then he’d not followed through. That dumb bitch of an ally hadn’t had his back, she’d stood by, freezing her opponent, unable to kill an immobilised zombie. And-

And.

And.

And.

She’d watched, scream clawing its way up her throat as the boy with no foot had killed her beloved perfect Yuki. She’d watched, fingers gripping the edge of the television screen as she’d screamed. They tug in so painfully that it hurt, her scream piercing every inch, her throat raw and painful as his canon had fired.

She screamed again, stumbling to her feet rage blinding her vision as she dragged herself like a drunken banshee into the next room. Seven looked up, eyes filled with terror, gaze sunken and skin pale as she pulled a bottle of alcohol from the nearest shelf. She started pouring it, covering every inch of the metal cage and dowsing his flesh that sat through the cage bars-

“Yuno, please, please don’t do this,” he begged, fingers white knuckled and pulling at his metal cage as if he could stop it. What a fool. She’d spent years of her life pulling at those bars in the hopes of her own freedom. He grew more frantic, begging turning to pleading turning to sobbing as he screamed her name.

“I’m sorry I killed them, yuno, please, he’s dead, we can move past this, just let me out. I won’t tell anyone, I won’t do anything. Yuno, Yuno, Yuno-“ she grabbed the box of matches that sat in one of the drawers, fingers pulling at the cardboard as tears streamed down her face.

Seven was supposed to be his gift, Yuki was supposed to be the one here, bludgeoning him to death with the very gun he’d used to kill Yuki’s parents.

“Yuno- YUNOOOOOOO!”

She lit the match.

“You were supposed to be the bridge,” she said, voice ragged from screaming. She felt numb, her world shattered, the person she had existed for lost. He was dead, he’d been stolen from her and she hadn’t been able to protect him.

“But that bridge has been burned.”

Seven screamed, Yuno tossed the match, gaze unflinching as the alcohol was set on fire. Her gaze burned, eyes glued to Seven as his terrified screams were washed away, replaced by agonized wails that filled the walls of her house as he was burnt alive.

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