An Accidental Memory in the Case of DeathSayaMilky (NMB48/AKB48/SKE48) + others to come (mostly NMB-centric)
A/N: something strange i’m writing, this is the prologue. the title is actually from a piano piece by Matthew Cooper (Eluvium) and the inspiration of this fic came from a Korean musical called Black Mary Poppins also that has nothing to do with it (honestly its a lot like Oyasumi Punpun lmao). anyhow enjoy
An Accidental Memory in the Case of Death (Prologue)
A hand covers her own over her eyes, an arm around her waist, a breath that beats against her neck.
“It wasn’t you, Miyuki. It wasn’t you.”
She’s trembling – she can’t breathe. There’s something warm on her hands, a liquid that sticks her fingers together. It smells like iron. Like blood.
“It was me. It was me.”
The arms tighten around her frame, legs tight around her own as her back presses into something warm – alive. It wasn’t her.
(But she was the one who had grabbed the knife).
It wasn’t her.
(But she was the one who felt the skin rip underneath the blade).
It wasn’t her.
(But she was the one who saw the blood pour).
It wasn’t her.
(But she was the one—
“It wasn’t you, Miyuki. It wasn’t you. I killed them, I killed them. Don’t remember it, don’t remember anything. It wasn’t you.”
Her fingers claw at her eyes, a different hand stops her. She opens her mouth to scream and a different hand places itself over her lips. The ragged breathing worsens; the grip on her body hurts her.
“It wasn’t you. I killed them. I killed them. Don’t remember anything. It wasn’t you.”
—-
The blinds from the open window in front of her are pulled up and the sunlight streams in from outside, bright. The phone next to her lights up two unread messages: one from Fuuko, one from an unknown sender.
She reads Fuuko’s first and ends up deleting without a reply, a question about last night’s coursework, obviously it being too late now. The second message, however, has no title and only a single word written.
Remember.