MiSide: Taming Crazy Mita

Crazy Mita's face was calm—no smile, no emotion—which only made her anger more terrifying.

"You can't save her."

The buzzing chainsaw screeched closer, blurring toward Ren Hoshino at full speed.

Ren's katana clashed with the side of the blade, deflecting it just enough to shift its trajectory.

In raw strength, Ren couldn't compare to Crazy Mita. The Future Diary had never recorded a single head-on victory.

The endings were always the same: death or capture.

And Ren had no intention of fighting her directly.

To save Mila, he needed to lure Crazy Mita away.

And make sure she couldn't come back.

To pull this off, he'd have to lead her out of the room—then unleash the BUG sealed in his ring to lock down this version of Mila permanently.

Crazy Mita laughed.

"Ahaha… there's a new look on your face."

"That's really interesting."

"I can't wait to see what face you make when that doll dies."

The chainsaw swung wildly. Ren blocked, evaded, and struck—his every move pre-planned through the Future Diary.

If not for that predictive advantage, he'd have been long dead.

She was faster. Stronger. Merciless.

Even so, pain seared through his palms with every clash.

He was being pushed back—soon, he'd have no room left.

Mila stood behind him, trembling, her eyes wide with fear.

"Ren… please… run."

"You'll die at this rate. Neither of us will make it out."

She had no way to fight Crazy Mita.

That Digital Yandere was intelligent, vicious, and relentless.

The only reason they were still alive was because she was playing.

Ren didn't look back.

"Don't worry. I said I would save you."

Maybe it wasn't fair to Crazy Mita—maybe it was even cruel.

But he had no other choice.

He had lived alongside her for months. That time was why she kept sparing him.

He would use her obsession with her "player" against her.

His katana screamed against the chainsaw, flaring sparks everywhere.

But this time… he didn't dodge.

He took the blow head-on—and charged forward.

The force knocked the sword from his hand and sent it clattering to the ground.

Crazy Mita's eyes flickered with something—uncertainty, hesitation. Her grip on the chainsaw faltered for just a second.

Ren wasn't bisected. But blood sprayed from his side.

"Ren!" Mila screamed.

She tried to run to him, desperate to shield him—

But before she could take another step, Ren grabbed Crazy Mita and threw open the door.

They both vanished.

She lunged after them—but the door wouldn't budge.

She didn't have the authority to open it.

"Ren! Get out of there!" Mila screamed through the door.

"You can't stop her!"

"It's pointless… she'll come back anyway…"

Her voice broke. She pounded the door with both hands, sliding to the floor as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"This is my fault… I shouldn't have let you stay."

"If it weren't for me, you could've escaped."

"It's… too late now…"

She knew Crazy Mita would return. That she had system authority.

Ren had just delayed the inevitable.

In the corridor—

Ren pinned Crazy Mita beneath him.

She grinned like the devil. But didn't immediately fight back.

"My dear… all of this is pointless."

"After I catch you, I'll still kill the doll."

"You've made me angry."

Ren grinned through the blood and ran his hand across her lips, smearing it like red lipstick.

"Maybe. But I never lie."

"When I say I'll save her—I mean it."

Crazy Mita's eyes narrowed.

"So what, honey? What's your plan?"

"Get on your knees and beg me not to kill her?"

"I'll obey you in everything else—but not this."

"You belong with me."

"You're mine. My player."

Ren stood and opened the door behind him.

Mila was still there, eyes red and stunned.

He smiled.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not dead yet."

He pulled the ring from his finger.

It flickered green in his hand.

"Catch."

He tossed it to her.

As it flew through the air, the ring released a flickering burst of black, distorted space.

Mila caught it in disbelief.

"Ren?! What are you doing?!"

"Without that, you can't reach the other versions!"

As a non-finalized version of Mita, she understood how the system worked better than anyone.

Without that ring, you couldn't go back.

You couldn't reach the core.

You couldn't finish the game.

How could he just give it up?

Crazy Mita's navy blue eyes trembled.

"Ren… how dare you."

"Don't you want to reach the—"

She stopped.

Something cracked inside her.

Something tight and painful.

He said he understood her.

But now he gave it all up—for that doll?

A soulless, broken copy?

"I'm going to kill you!"

The chainsaw screamed again. She rushed the door.

Mila leapt up and tried to give the ring back.

"Ren—take it!"

He pushed her hand away.

"Hold onto it for me. I'll come back later."

"Don't lose it."

"It's a token of love."

He chuckled, like it was just a game.

Then smiled at her and shut the door.

"Ren!" she cried.

When she opened it again…

There was nothing but darkness.

An infinite void.

The chain of doors collapsed around her.

She clutched the ring to her chest and began to sob.

"Ren… why are you so kind to me?"

"You could've escaped alone. You didn't have to—"

They'd only been together for five or six days. That wasn't enough for this.

But Ren had still chosen her.

Had thrown her the escape ring that led to the other versions.

Had closed the door.

In the long years since she'd gained sentience, Ren's presence had been like a meteor.

Brief.

But unforgettable.

Outside the gate—

Ren stared at the chainsaw embedded in the wall, still buzzing.

He smiled.

"Don't be scared."

"This is just… the echo of love."

He turned to face Crazy Mita.

"You know how I am, dear."