DGM fanfiction: Guilt

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Title: Guilt
Characters: Team Tiedoll(minus Chaoji)
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/General
Summary: Team Tiedoll visits Daisya's grave. Kanda regrets.

 

It was a sunny day. He would have liked it. He would have wanted to just run out there and cause some chaos. However he can’t do that. He’s stuck in some musty basement in some urn which had his name inscribed on it. Stuck with hundreds of other urns.

And you wouldn’t like how gloomy the atmosphere is either.

It’s been months since these one hundred and forty eight people, six Exorcists and one hundred and forty two Finders, were placed here. Months of allowances to let those who have lived to mourn and get over it. Yet there are those who have not and those who never do.

Would it have been different if we had made it there in time? No. If Marie was there, he might have been killed as well. If your golem wasn’t broken? No. It wouldn’t have made a difference.

We shouldn’t have split up in the first place. We were too overconfident thinking that we can clear the Akuma up faster by splitting up. The General always told us to never work alone and we did just that.

What if I was there with you? Or what if I was there instead of you? It would have been different.

It’s not fair. You’re the one with a home and family. Why were you the one who died? You could have gone back to them after the war.

If I was the one facing the Noah, I wouldn’t have been killed. No, even if I died then, I wouldn’t have a family that would miss me. I wouldn’t have a home that I am unable to return to.

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“I have a vulgar dad, a noisy mom, two annoying little brothers and a little sister who just wouldn’t stop crying. My parents run a souvenir shop and sell a bunch of cheap stuff to tourists. That what it’s like back home.” Daisya happily declared. “How about you?”

“I don’t have a home or a family.” Kanda replied coldly.

The other boy just stared at him. Then he scratched his head and let out a sigh.

“What?” Kanda asked angrily. “Something wrong with that?”

“It’s ‘didn’t’.” Daisya said, raising an eyebrow.

“Huh?”

“I-didn’t-have-a-home-or-a-family.” Daisya said, dragging out each word out as though he’s talking to a toddler. “I thought you been learning English for years. But it seems like your grammar has a lot of room for improvement.”

“I said I DON’T have a…” Kanda protested.

“’Didn’t’, you dolt.” Daisya retorted back. “You have one now. And don’t you dare try to argue against that.

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Damn. I just remembered something annoying. You’re annoying even after you’re dead, do you know that?

Somebody reached over and touched the urn containing Daisya Barry’s ashes. It was General Tiedoll.

“We’ll tell you when the war’s over, Daisya-kun.” The General sniffled. Obviously, he’s been crying. Again. “We miss you a lot.” He sounded as if he’s going to erupt into a fountain of tears once more.

God, please hold back on your crying. There are other people around. What if they start crying with you?

“See you in a few months time, Daisya.” Marie said. “Shall we go?”

General Tiedoll nodded while still honking into his handkerchief.

“Time to go, Kanda.”

“Hai.”

Bye, Daisya.

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