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A/N: I'll change the formatting of this chapter at then end of the month when WN starts integrating Bolds and Italics for non-contracted authors.

Also, this chapter really doesn't have any affect on the plot and you can just skip it if you've never read "Murdist" before, because it won't make any sense at all.

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"Why did Kazami Tazuru choose me?"

I looked at her as I said this, setting up the stage for my final act in this world.

"We only had one thing in common after all."

"And that was Yuuki Koto, my older sister."

"It seemed that Kazami Tazuru liked Nee-san's dimples."

Revealing to her my deepest thoughts, I closed in.

"That's right, we were very close, maybe that's why I chose Koto's younger brother to be my speaking partner?"

"That's what I thought at first too, but that's wrong."

I would break her with my line of reasoning once and for all.

"Yuuki Koto is alive. That was the first piece of information I heard from you."

"So then, what exactly is my sister doing right now? Why isn't she beside Kazami Tazuru, an important person to her?"

I paced around the cell block, getting more feverish by the minute.

"To learn more about my sister, I got something from Technician-chan. After the artificial case, I didn't ask a question, right?"

"So, I'll ask now."

"Did Kazami Tazuru... like Koto Nee-san?"

"..."

Silence, dead silence, and then…

"I loved her, from the bottom of my heart."

"So, isn't there something you're still hiding from me?"

"Please tell me, I'm begging you, so please… TELL ME!"

"..."

"...tell me if I'm wrong."

"Taking Kazami Tazuru's name, and substituting yourself for the death penalty..."

"...are you, my older sister? Are you, Yuuki Koto?"

"..."

"A sister who disappeared for ten years suddenly wants to see her younger brother? Not only that, but to pretend that she's a mass murderer... Does that kind of love exist between siblings?"

Ah… that kind of love… wasn't that the reason I was here in the first place talking to a supposed serial killer like her?

"Before, when I asked you what your goal was in talking to me, you said this. 'I want to know what [Humanity] is.'"

"But those weren't Kazami Tazuru's words, but rather, they were Yuuki Koto's words, right?"

'Making me understand the copycats' thoughts was a way to make me someone that wouldn't be stained by anything.'

'You lead me on a path directly opposite to Kazami Tazuru.'

I took a deep breath in, as I prepared myself for what would follow.

"It was your hope that I wouldn't become a copycat."

'And that... that is your weak point.'

"That's why, right now, I'll become a murderer."

Taking a small knife out, I stabbed the detective standing next to me, he was the one who had sparked me onto this path after all.

"Keukk!"

"OTOHITO-KUN!!"

"O-O-Oto-Otohito-kun, this wasn't the plan..."

"I'm sorry, to get to the truth, I had to fool you."

"Ah... Gah!! Stop it!!"

"Otohito-kun!!!"

"When I was a hostage, I learned something."

"You listen to threats, don't you? I, myself, can become your blackmail material."

"ANSWER ME!! ARE YOU MY SISTER?!"

"Urk!!"

"Stop it!! Otohito-kun!! Your actions are pointless!!"

"I am Tazuru, not Yuuki Koto!"

"..."

"It's alright."

"I won't let my innocent sister stand on death row alone."

"I'll be joining you soon."

"I WOn'T LeAvE yOu ALOnE, NeE-SaN."

"Asagao-san, goodbye." (A/N: Guy that's being stabbed.)

"YES! You're right!"

"..."

"It's just as you say...!!"

"SPLICH!"

It was too late.

Even though she had confessed to not being the serial killer.

It was too late.

As the curtains fell on my final act, I felt a little peaceful to say the least.

"Hehehehe..."

Crazily snickering at my own situation, I relished the feeling of Asagao-san's warm blood trickling down my body after I had cut through his carotid artery, baptizing myself in his blood.

I was now, officially, a murderer.

Looking up from the carnage, I caught sight of Nee-san's expression.

"You must be disgusted right?"

"..."

"Well, I guess you can't be disgusted by things like this anymore, but then, what emotion is it that graces your face?"

Standing up slowly whilst keeping the entirety of my upper body limp, I, like a zombie, approached the bulletproof glass that she had somehow scratched with her nails in a futile attempt to stop my descending knife.

"You know, we were devastated when you disappeared that fateful day..."

"Even though I was only able to cry for one day, the pain lasted for more than a year."

Clutching the part of my shirt above my heart, I drew blood as my fingernails cut through both my shirt and my skin.

"Your disappearance changed me... no, it broke me."

I smiled a pitiful smile, as the hurt I felt in my heart fully blossomed.

"In the end, we were never the same."

"Imagine how our little sis felt. If I had felt hurt beyond measure, how do you think she felt?"

I broke out into another round of crazed laughter, my disguised pained cries resonating throughout the metal chamber that caged us in place.

"YOU LEFT US FOR A TOTAL FUCKING STRANGER!"

"..."

She looked down in… shame?

"YOU BROKE US FOR WHAT? A FUCKING STREET RAT? A LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT THAT'S LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF SOCIETY'S SCUM?"

"..."

"I resent you, I truly resent you..."

"So let us die together."

"We'll never be apart again, Nee-san."

As I shot the final bullet, I relished the expression on her face in ecstasy once more.

'You break me, I break the fuck out of you you fucking motherfucker.'

Falling backwards, I generated a small splash in the pool of blood around me, resigning myself to my fate.

"..."

"I... I-I'm sorry..."

"..."

She was years too late in her apology.

It only took a minute more for the police to arrive and arrest me.