#KILLING

[castielsprostate]

venom not healing eddie a lot in venom 3, only pivotal points where they absolutely had to, because he knew that eddie would have to be without them. venom was silently getting eddie used to hangovers and pain again to make themselves believe it'd be easier for eddie to live without venom that way

[fitsofgloom]

Kriminal Tango

[bloghrexach]

🤔 … here we have it again!! Kinda — you reap what you sow vibe!! … 🤔

@hrexach

[americanmarketplace]

CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC NOT A DEMOCRACY!!!!!!

PEOPLE WE ARE NOT A DEMOCRACY WE ARE A CONSTITUTIONAL REPUBLIC !!!!!!!!! DEMOCRATS WANT A DEMOCRACY TO TAKE AWAY YOUR INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS !!!!!!! DEMOCRACY HAS NO INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS MAJORITY RULES !!!!!! PLEASE STOP THIS DEMOCRACY CRAP ITS A TOTAL LIE < FOR THE LOVE OF GOD START THINKING FOR YOURSELVES DO SOME RESEARCH AND LEARN THE FACTS !!!!!!

[mikufunfacts]

if miku shot someone . would she go to jail

miku fun fact #152

in order to go to jail, there must be evidence. miku wouldn't be so sloppy.

[thegoodmorningman]

Good Morning! Are you even looking at the corner?

[undertale-and-deltarune-kinner]

ME AND MY PARTNER REAL!!!! You cannot say otherwise. >:)

[chernobog13]

Italian poster for the 1966 film Golden Bat (aka Ogon Bat).

They got the head and shape of the costume mostly right, but then they went off the rails.

I guess, with the (translated) title The Return of Diavolik, the Italian exhibitors thought they would be able to fill theaters with people who thought this was a film based on Diabolik. Diabolik, an Italian comic book character created in 1962, was a mega-popular at the time, an anti-hero thief in an all-black costume that only showed his eyes. Diabolik made it to the big screen in the Mario Bava-directed film Danger: Diabolik (1968). American actor John Phillip Law (who would later star in 1974's The Golden Voyage of Sinbad) played the titular super-thief.

As you can see, there isn't really any resemblance between the two characters.

However, there is another Italian comic book anti-hero, one whose comic book costume was basically copied for the Golden Bat poster: Kriminal.

Inspired by the success of Diabolik, Kriminal debuted in Italian comics two years later. He was another anti-hero thief, and the similarities with Diabolik didn't stop there. He was, though, much more sadistic than his inspiration. His stories included a lot more sex and violence, especially against women, whom he would murder to protect his identity.

Never as successful as his forbear, Kriminal nevertheless had a ten-year run in comics, and spawned two films:

Kriminal (1966). He really looks like Golden Bat in that second poster.

The Mark of Kriminal (1967).

Of course, none of these characters should be confused with another fellow with a skeleton motif: Sadistik, the Diabolical Super Kriminal!

Originally named Killing when he debuted in Italian comics (fumetti, to be more precise) in 1966, Sadistik was inspired by the excesses of Kriminal. There's just one thing: Sadistik didn't think Kriminal went far enough, so he made sure to out-do his idol (whom he had a crossover with, the first in Italian comics). This guy didn't pretend to be an anti-hero; he was an out-and out villain who occasionally wiped out other crooks who got in his way.

He was known as Satanik in France (Killing just seemed a little on-the-nose), and Sadistik in the English-speaking world. His fumetti exploits only lasted 62 issues over three years in his native Italy. In Argentina, where he was still called Killing, the publishers there created their own stories when the original ones ran out. The Argentinian series lasted into the 1980s.

Additionally, the character was called KiLiNK in Turkey, where he was the star of several unauthorized films (I sometimes wonder if that's the only kind Turkey made) in the late 1960s and early 1970s. The best known of those films is 1967's Killing In Istanbul.

Apparently, the son of a scientist KiLiNK kills somehow gains super-powers, and calls himself Superman. His battle with KiLiNK carries over to the sequel, which was released the same year.

Anyway, what was I talking about when I started this post?

[cryonvin]

I had no sleep tonight I hope this doesnt flop BUT OMG GUYS THEM?!

[nalyra-dreaming]

Louis said he killed ~7000 people,do you think that's a lot even for a vampire knowing he stopped around the year 2000?

I'm wondering if we will ever see why he stopped killing and if he will go back to his instinct after the Loumand divorce.

It's so funny because Lestat and Claudia were begging him to kill but he really started killing after her death and stops when he will probably go back with Lestat.

So both of them will never witness in his full glory the hunting-machine-killer-Louis

... Louis didn't kill 7000 people. He killed way more. He killed 7000 people THEN. In that time frame he refers to. In the time of NOLA and being in Romania.

Let's do the math.

Happy/good/mediocre years in NOLA: at least 1 per night, until Louis tries to feed on rats: roughly 3000-4000, would be my estimate.

The time laying low, feeding on rats, then feeding again after Claudia came back: Another 1000 at least.

Now as per Europe: They say the blood was bad, and not satisfying. They're cold, and malnourished. They probably had to kill more to sate the hunger. They were in Europe, traveling, for roughly 5 years. We are shown how they kill the soldiers at the street check - at least 5 soldiers, and the way they looked at each other makes me believe that wasn't a singular occurrence. They had to feed a lot when they could, too, so my guess would be at least 2 per night, so another 3000 at least.

That brings us to that 7000 (or more).

In Paris Louis tries to live of pigeons, until the trial is over. Then he goes on a killing spree. We hear he regularly goes off and "fucks and kills" from Armand later.

Between 1949 and 2000: 51 years. Even by keeping it low, keeping the killing sprees out of this, that's roughly 20000.

Young vampires (as Louis is still) need more blood, not less, so the number is likely way higher, even with him withholding and trying to control his hunger.

So the number we're looking at is likely more like 30000 to 40000, imho.

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All this said^^: I do not think he will go back to killing just yet. He will though, book canonically. Because by accepting himself he accepts his vampiric self as well, and thereby accepts the hunger.

Lestat and Louis go hunting together in the books when they're back together. As this is where we're headed for, ultimately, I do expect Louis to hunt again, eventually.

And they will revel in it then, I bet.

[fitsofgloom]

A Phantom Killing

[knoepfl]

Shadows of Halloween Night

Characters:

Michael Myers: The infamous and silent figure known as "The Shape." Relentless, emotionless, and terrifying to everyone—except for the reader. Michael possesses a unique connection with his girlfriend, which brings out a rare, protective side in him. Although still driven by darkness, he shows her an unexpected tenderness that few would believe.

Reader: Michael’s girlfriend, drawn to his quiet yet deadly nature. She is fearless when it comes to him and understands the depths of his loyalty and protectiveness. While others see only a monster, she sees the complexity within, knowing that she is the only person Michael would ever let close. She walks by his side, knowing full well the darkness he holds.

Masterlist

Trigger Warnings: Violence, brief depiction of murder, possessive behavior, dark themes

Words: 758

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It was Halloween night in Haddonfield, and the streets were teeming with laughter and excitement. The houses were decorated with grinning jack-o'-lanterns, their flickering candles casting eerie shadows on the sidewalks. Fake cobwebs hung from porches, ghosts and skeletons dangled from trees, and children darted from door to door, bags bulging with candy. The whole town was alive with an electric energy, but your heart was set on a different thrill.

You waited at the edge of an old playground, hidden in the dim light as you scanned the streets for him. It felt like he was everywhere and nowhere, the chill in the air whispering that he was close. And then, just like that, he emerged from the shadows.

Michael Myers, his mask pale against the night, approached you with that steady, silent stride. Your heart pounded, but not from fear. He had that effect on you, a strange mix of danger and comfort, the thrill of knowing you were the only one he allowed close. When he extended his bare hand, scarred and calloused, you slipped yours into it without hesitation.

Together, you wandered through the crowded streets, watching costumed figures drift past like ghosts. Some laughed, some screamed, and some even pointed at Michael, assuming his outfit was just a costume. You felt a dark amusement in knowing they had no idea who he truly was.

As you passed by a haunted house attraction on the corner, the muffled sounds of chainsaws and screams floated out. You glanced at Michael, catching the subtle tilt of his head as he listened, almost intrigued. You gave him a small smile, tugging him forward. "Come on, the real scares are right here," you whispered, a hint of mischief in your voice.

The two of you made your way to a quieter side street, away from the crowds. The sounds of Halloween were distant here, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. You were about to say something when a stranger stumbled out from behind a tree, reeking of alcohol and slurring his words. He was dressed like a pirate, his eye makeup smeared and hat askew, clearly intoxicated.

He glanced at you, his gaze lingering a little too long. "Hey there, sweetheart," he said, his voice dripping with misplaced confidence as he took a step toward you. “Got some candy for me?”

You tensed, instinctively stepping back. "Not interested," you said firmly, trying to move away. But he reached out, his hand brushing against your arm, and a cold anger flared within you.

Before you could react, Michael was there. His hand clamped down on the man’s shoulder, squeezing hard. The pirate spun around, his confident smirk vanishing as he looked up at Michael’s emotionless mask.

“H-Hey, man, chill. It’s just Halloween…” he stammered, attempting to laugh it off.

Michael didn’t move, his grip tightening, and the man’s laughter faded into a frightened silence. In one swift, brutal motion, Michael’s hand wrapped around the man’s throat, lifting him effortlessly. The pirate struggled, his eyes wide with panic as he clawed at Michael’s wrist, but Michael didn’t waver. You watched, heart racing, knowing that Michael was protecting you in his own terrifying way.

With a final twist, Michael released him, letting the pirate crumple to the ground, motionless. The sound of distant laughter and faint Halloween music was the only noise breaking the silence.

Michael turned back to you, and for a moment, his dark eyes met yours, a flicker of something softer than usual flashing behind the mask. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. It was a silent reminder—you were safe with him.

You slipped your hand into his again, squeezing it lightly. "Let’s keep going," you whispered, the thrill of Halloween night settling over you both as you continued down the darkened streets.

As you walked, you passed by children giggling over their candy, couples taking selfies with spooky decorations, and families marveling at haunted house displays. But you felt separate from them, drifting through the night with your own dark companion. The two of you were like shadows in the flickering orange glow of the jack-o'-lanterns, slipping through the night unseen, yet ever-present.

The town was none the wiser to the man behind the mask, and to them, Halloween was just a fun, spooky holiday. But for you, Halloween was more—a night to embrace the darkness, a night to be with Michael, hand in hand, until the first light of dawn chased the shadows away.

[thecentersfallingout]

Any knife posts planned?

[niiennieshi]

i love your writing !! could we please have a nagi x fem!reader ?? any sort !! 💖🌸

thank you so much! it goes right through my heart! sorry for the wait, I hope you'll like it!<3

★masterlist★

♥︎𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓♡︎

𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒!𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑖 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

" 𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒..."

synopsis: 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔? 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒊'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔...

Warnings: suggestive - violence - killing - blood

Finally. He was finally done.

The last arm was thrown into the sea.

The light haired young man wiped the sweat off his forehead, a sweat that testified of his hard work, with the back of his hand before running it through his fluffy silver hair.

With a huff, he let himself fall on his back on the ground, looking up at the beautiful sky that was shining its brightest that marvelous night.

The night where he killed a poor young man.

Why? Well, isn't that a stupid question. He is in love. That's why. Nagi's love for you is so beautiful, grand and pure, to the point he could kills for you. Isn't that lovely?

Now, why did he actually do that? For what reason?

Much earlier that day, you had the great idea to hang out with your friend group, group that included some boys. One in particular, who Nagi already didn't appreciate much, was part of it. But that was okay so far, until...

"Oh, what's that on your face, y/n?" Asked gently your friend, the one Nagi dislikes, as he looked closer at your pretty face, tilting his head and extending a hand to brush your hair out of the way. Oh, maybe that's what led him to his regrettable death. But no, again, Nagi managed to stay calm so far. How? Even he doesn't know.

But, how could he intervene when he's thirty meters away, watching you from afar?

What? What's that look on your face? Don't tell me you actually believed you could go out on your own, did you? Yes, you weren't actually alone, your friends were with you, but Nagi's just too protective of you. He loves you. It's only normal he follows you everywhere when you aren't with him, right? Right.

While you were sat comfortably on a bench with your loved ones, Nagi could hear your laughter and read what you and your friends say on your lips. Yeah, he learned that. If not, how could he keep an eye on you properly? The white haired boy had to make sure he could keep you safe, at all costs, you, his sweet girlfriend.

Now, where were we?

"Oh, thank you, I didn't even see it!" You smile back to him, completely unaware of Nagi's death glare he assassinated your friend with, one that the person in question doesn't fail to catch. Seeing his face change into an uncomfortable one, your eyebrows furrow, a concerned expression taking place on your face. "Is everything okay, Yukimiya?" With that sweet and concerned voice along with your hand gently placed on his knee, everyone would have felt reassured. Yukimiya returned your smile as well, ignoring what he just saw.

And what a mistake.

Anyway, let's just ignore that too, at least for now.

It's now almost the end of the day and you wave goodbye to your friends before you all take different paths to go back home. Except for Yumiya and you, who unfortunately take the same. It seems like one of you won't be able to make it back. Of course, how could that be you? How could that be you when your obsessed loving boyfriend is here for you, to prevent anything from happening to you? Nah, no, of course it's not you. His precious girlfriend will always be safe and sound, all thanks to him. You should be grateful, you know.

Now, if we talk about your unfortunate friend, it's another story.

" Y/n, you know, earlier... I think I saw Nagi watching-" Yukimiya is such a great person, but his fate isn't. It seems that a stray ginger cat caught your attention, preventing him from saying anything further. What a cruel destiny awaits him, and maybe, maybe, if he could have told you about Nagi, then, those may not have been his last words. "That cat is sooo cute! And his furr is a bright ginger!! Don't you agree, Yuki?" The cat had you coming right away towards him, kneeling beside it while you pet its soft furr. Completely unaware of what just happened behind you. "Yuki? Oh, come on I know you're not fond of cats but this one's real cute!" Normally, everyone would have replied back, so why is it that you don't hear anything back? "Yuki...?" Your turn around, realising that all of a sudden, it's just you and the cute little kitty cat with you. And no one else. A confused expression displays itselft on your face, scanning the area with your eyes in search for your friend. But, no, nothing. "What the..." By the time you almost made it back home, it was already starting to get seriously dark. And here you were, walking around the streets carrying your worry with you. The fresh air of the evening cools down your hair, your skin, your ears, your eyes, your lips. "Come on..! Yuki!!" It's true you didn't even try to call out his name first. Maybe because you were only now realising how serious this may turn out. You know Yukimiya well, he couldn't have just left like that. Especially when it's getting darker and darker.

You'd like to think of it as a joke, but it's lasting way too long for it to be a simple prank. Besides, he never puts up pranks. The more reason for your worry to grow. If only you knew that currently, while you're desperately looking for your friend that you won't ever get to see again but you don't know that yet, Nagi was taking care of him for you. He was simply doing his job, or at least what he thinks is right, as your protective and caring boyfriend. You know, you shouldn't get that anxious. Yukimiya will be just fine with Nagi.

Besides, how could Yukimiya have answered you back when he was held tightly, with a renewed strengh he never felt before by Nagi? His supposedly teammate? Trust me, it was quite hard for him. Of course he'd have wanted to, that may even be the thing he wants to do the most right now but... as you can see, Nagi wouldn't be okay with that, you know, it is what it is. And, on top of that, you were already gone, looking for him while he was just a few meters away. If only you went into the right direction first. Fate really is cruel, and no one can escape that, apparently.

The assaulted boy couldn't recognize his assaulter right away, for he wore a black hoodie which blurred his built, as well as a mask of the same colour, hiding the lower part of his face and baggy black jeans. It was almost impossible to spot him in the dark. But, it is only when a silver strand of his silver hair got hit by the dim light of the dark evening, when his eyes got lighten up by that light too that he knew who was assaulting him. Those characteristics of his betrayed their own owner.

"N-Nagi? What's wrong with you!?" After being pulled from behind, your lover pinned your poor friend against a brick hard wall, making Yukimiya hit his head against it. Some thick dark red blood spilled from his head, painting the wall a new colour. Well, this neighbourhood sure needed some change.

"Stay. Away. From. Her." Nagi's lazy looking eyes were no longer the same when he deals with people for you. Yukimiya could see that as well, he knows how his teammate usually is. Lazy, but talented. So where would he find the energy for doing something like that? Well,

Love.

"W-wait, what the fuck Nagi?!"

"Die already! You're keeping me from watching over her! What if she gets in danger, huh!? I have to be there for her."

His grip tightened around his neck, blocking any gasp, sigh, thin air from escaping, and entering his locked lungs. Sorry, entry reserved to staff only.

"Don't you think she's already always in danger, being with a person such as you!?"

"I'm protecting her! I'm keeping her from getting hurt, ogled by some disgusting men, flirted by others who don't deserve to lay a single finger on her. Only I get to do that. She's mine."

"Poor y/n, please just leave her alone!! How would she react if she saw you right now?! You think she'd be proud of you?! Do you really think she'd run into your arms, kiss you and thank you for that!?"

Yukimiya could never had given such a compliment to the white haired psycho. His head tilted back, his lips stretched into a dizzy smile, his cheeks flushed a bright pink, his eyes rolled back as he imagined you, just like Yukimiya said, running into his welcoming arms, jumping right where you belong, stealing a passionate kiss from you. Oh, oh, oh how he'd love that. Now, he strongly wanted for this to happen.

It is true he was close to kill him, yes, but... That was before Yukimiya changed his mind. After what he said, the little fantasy he had about you got him. He wanted that to happen. Just like he imagined. Precisely.

You're asking if you know he kills for you? Another stupid question. Of course you don't. Nagi can't let you be afraid of him, that would shatter his poor obsessed heart to shreds. He wants to protect you, he wants you to be happy and he especially wants you to belong to him and to him only.

Of course, Nagi always gets what he wants, so how would that be difficult for him to make it happen? Nothing more simple for him. When such a strong feeling motivates him, when you motivate him, he can do everything. The impossible becomes possible with you. Obviously, even though he fears you might take it the wrong way, he has to show you how much he loves you. And Yukimiya really riled him up to do this. In any case, no matter how it turns out, Nagi always comes up with a solution.

"Oh, you too can be a genius when you want, "Yuki"." The poor victim's eyes widen, wondering what wrong idea he gave this lazy psycho. "Wh-what do you mean..?" His eyes started to quiver. If you looked close enough, you'd be able to notice his docile eyes watering, giving in to panic, realising what is likely to happen soon. Very soon. Oh, and, when Nagi raised his hard fist, ready to make Yukimiya taste his fierce blow, he knew he was now at the limit of his life span. "Nagin wai-!" Yes, he'll reach it very soon.

His limp knocked out body fell hardly on the ground, sharing his blood with the concrete. Obviously, Nagi, experienced as he is, made sure to be hidden from any prying eyes. As a matter of fact, never would he want to get caught. Does this mean he knows that what he's doing isn't right? No, of course not. He considers his acts as ones of love. He's not a criminal if he does it for love, you know what I'm saying. He may have hurt a person, but if it is what he has to do in order to keep you safe, to protect you from any danger, then shall be it. He's just way too much in love with you. Love clouds his jugement and therefore, casualties cannot be avoided. Well, meh. Things happen.

Nagi, the Love Killer, had a sharp mind. If he walked around with an unconscious body, dressed like he is and in the dark, of course it'd look suspicious as hell. For that reason, he decided to lift Yukimiya up and place one of his victim's arm over his shoulders, placing his own hand on his waist in order to make it seem like he's helping his buddy walk. Well, you know, he just drank a little bit too much and he's so tired to the point he can't even walk straight, and Nagi, the wonderful friend he is would just be helping his friend. That's what he'd say if anyone asked any questions.

Once they reached his place, Nagi threw Yukimiya over his shoulder and carelessly put him down in the bathroom, locking him up. But not before wrapping a rope around his wrists and ankles tightly and shoving a piece of fabric into his mouth, preventing him from beinf hears by anyone. Ahh, and a good thing of done. Now, all he has to do is come for you. But, Nagi's luck is better than your poor friend's...

"Sei? Are you home?" Your sweet voice made its way through his ears, blessing them with such a pleasing sound. His love for you grew even more, for he didn't even have to come get you, since you came back to him without even asking you to. What a wonderful lover you are. And since Nagi trusts you infinitely, he gave you a double of his keys, for you to come and go as you wish. Well, you can leave as you wish, yes, but only for now. He might change his mind one of these days, who knows.

How he missed you, watching you from afar wasn't enough, he wished he could have held you close to his warmth, into his loving arms that lingered for you all day long. You melted into his arms for a second, but quickly come to your senses again. "Seishiro! I don't know how it happened but I was coming home with Yukimiya, you know a friend of mine, but he suddenly disappeared!" Gripping his black hoodie tightly in your hands, Nagi knew you were panicked. "Well, about that..." Pulling you closer to him, he gently took your chin between his fingers and began to lean in, to place a sweet kiss on your soft lips. If there is anything he's not lazy to do, it's to kiss you. Confused is what you were, but as he began to deepen the kiss, you slowly started giving in and slowly closed your, once worried eyes, too. Unconsciously, or out of habit, you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the distance between your two bodies. It's safe to say that if you gave up quickly, then it may be because Nagi's kiss soothed your worried state of mind. Maybe that's what you were looking for.

Suddenly, a loud thud brings you back to reality, one that Nagi's kiss made you forget. The noises makes you jump and unfortunately for your lover, your lips leave his eager ones alone. "What was that..?" But Nagi can't agree with that. He leans down to kiss your lips once more, this time more deeply, making you step back until you hit the couch's side, falling backwards on it. "Don't worry, must be nothing." Your boyfriend now hovers over you, according his caring attention to your neck. Wrapping your arms hug him, bringing him closer to you, his mouth leaving your neck to reunite with yours. When he changes the angle of the kiss, slipping a hand on your nape, gripping softly the roots of your hair, you hear another noise, something like a muffled voice. But this time, Nagi doesn't need to don't mind it, your mind way too dizzy from his skilled kisses. "Mmh.. Sei'..." Soon, his hands slide down under your shirt, caressing your sides, his teeth gently biting you lower lip. However, when you hear a more insistent noise, a sort of a bang against a door, even a dizzy mind can't ignore this. You prop yourself on your elbows, a panicked expression on your face. "Sei'! This isn't nothing right now..!"

Instinctively lowering your voice, you stick to Nagi, if you ever can do more than that, his presence reassuring you. "That's my heart beating for you." Without any care for Yukimiya right now, he leans back down to capture your lips one more time, pulling you closer to him with his large hand on the small of your back. However, as tempting as it is, such suspicious noises can't be ignored. After all, what if someone broke in? And why doesn't Nagi seem to be the least alarmed by that? It's true he never actually cared for most of things, and it's true he is the most lazy person you know to go check, but still, this is strange. Pushing him away gently after his silly comment, he sighs, knowing you won't just let it be. "No, stop messing around Seishiro i'm starting to freak out!" With such a concerned expression plastered on your face, Nagi knew he wouldn't be able to postpone it any more, so he let out another sigh, looked away while scratching the back of his head.

In reality, he isn't afraid at all to show you what he did. Okay, he assaulted, kidnapped and sequestrated your friend but... To be honest he started to regret it when he realised how much he wanted to spend time with you and have you right now. But, because of Yukimiya he couldn't anymore. So, naturally, he was now obliged to take care of it. To make it quick, so he can spend the rest of the night with his girlfriend.

"I have something to show you." His hand took yours, leading you upstairs with him. "Uh? Okay..?" Actually, even though you felt reassured, because you now know that no one broke in or whatever, you felt quite confused. Each step you take brings you closer to those noises, those creepy noises that only get louder and louder, as if someone's trying to free themselves. "Sei', did you bring a dog or something..?" Your steps slow down, but Nagi gently pulls on your hand. "Sort of." It only gets stranger and stranger. Actually, you already had this uneasy feeling from the moment you walked in Nagi's. Which is unusual since you always feel at home with him. So... why is that your heart is screaming to you to run away? But it doesn't make sense, you are with your boyfriend right now, everything is right, right? Or did you heart mean to run away, with him?

Somehow it doesn't feel right.

Something's wrong.

But time's up.

The door is already creaking open, light dispelling the darkness of the bathroom, revealing the gloomy secret its been hiding. Yukimiya lies there on his side, his head bathing in a small puddle of his own blood. The poor victim looks exhausted, perhaps after all that banging on the door. Thick droplets of sweat coat his skin, his brows furrowed upwards, a pleading look on his face begging for all of this to stop. He wished he could call it a nightmare, a really, really, bad one, but this is very much reality. Unfortunately. "Damn. Maybe I didn't tightened the bandages enough. It was such a hassle..." He looks somewhat defeated, but there's nothing to worry about since he won't have to do it again. "Love, did you see that? I-" A thud resonates, and it's you falling on the floor, unable to maintain your balance after such a horrific sight. At first, your lover looks over his shoulder but soon turns around completing when he sees you on the floor. "Love? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Bending down next to you, he places a caring hand on your knee, stroking it affectionately with his thumb. You don't know what to say. You don't know what to do. You don't know how to feel. All you know is that you have to run away.

And now.

But when your tears wet your cheeks, when your heart feels like it's in your throat, when your legs refuse to move, when your mouth is left agape, you forget how to use your body. It's reacting on it's own. And you can do nothing but look directly in your poor friend's teary eyes.

"Aren't you... you don't like that? I love you, y/n. You know that, right?" His hard grip on your shoulders, hard but not enough to hurt you, makes you look his way, it makes you look into his wide open eyes, as if he wanted to convince you this is normal. "What was I supposed to do? What if he took you away from me, huh? Then we wouldn't have been able to live our happy life. And I surely don't want that, then-" But right now, it doesn't matter if his grip hurts you or not, because you're very much hurt elsewhere. "Then what!? What the fuck Seishiro?! Are you- are you crazy??" Anger and fear overcome your shock, standing up tall before a bended down Nagi. "Are you right in the head?! What did you do!!" Yes, you let it all out, coming by Yumikiya's side.

Yeah, sure. He did imagine it could turn out out this way. He should't have followed Yukimiya's suggestion, to kill him before your innocent eyes. He really didn't want that, he truly hoped with his whole heart that you'd accept the way he is. That you'd accept his little difference. That you'd accept his immense and obsessive love for you. His foggy breath, his passionate eyes, his bloody hands which he embraces you with, his soft and hungry eyes for you, for your delicious body, his love leaking heart. But no, you did not. How? Even I wonder. But it's worse for your lover, who truly loves you just the way you are. So why can't you do the same for him?

"Yuki i'm so, so damn sorry... I tried to call you but you weren't answering.. And to think that Seishiro was... to you..." Tears continue making their way down your damp cheeks as you try to untie him after you've removed the piece of fabric from his mouth. "H-help me..." His voice came out low, fearful and cracked. Never did you hear such an unhopeful sound. It breaks your heart. But before you could untie him completely, you felt your body leave the floor, some strong arms lifting you up. He threw you easily over his shoulder, heading downstairs to the living room, with an arm over your legs to prevent any misplaced kicks. "Sei'! Seishiro put me down right now! Why.. why did you do that!!" You know some weak punches won't do anything to his back but you still did it. Yukimiya's screams for you, begging Nagi to not hurt you only add some salt over your bleeding heart. "Sweetheart, I thought you'd understand but.. You know me, I would never go to such lengths for nothing. You know how lazy I tend to be. This shows how much I love you, you know. Can't you get it, please?" Placing you gently, and carefully, on the sofa, he smiles at you, petting your head ever so softly.

Actually, right now isn't the moment to try to understand his absurd reasoning. He's lost it. Is this the first time he harms people? Or has he been doing it since you've met? Of maybe even before? Is he sick? Does he have a mental illness you didn't know about? Why did you never notice anything before? Those are the questions you wanted an answer to. Or maybe not. "I gotta take care of him now, don't you worry about him and wait for me here, okay?" Seeing how unresponsive you are, Nagi decides to leave you some time alone while he busies himself with his fifth, seventh or tenth victim. Well, he doesn't really count them. He just makes them disappear. However, when he sees you want to follow him, he gently pushes you back down on the sofa, taking out a small knife from his pocket. Putting it under your widening eyes. "You wouldn't want to make it any more messy, right? I'm not using it on you, I would never. But I can't say the same for your friend. Before leaving you to join Yukimiya, he steals a kiss from your lips.

Should you just run away now? He didn't lock the main door, and you still see the keys on the lock. But, what if he really harms more Yukimiya? He already showed you he is much able to do it. And it's not like you're going to denounce Nagi. It's true that he seems to a have a tiny, just tiny, problem, but it's not gonna change the fact that you still love him. You'd have left the house by now if it didn't imply Yukimiya too. In any case, when a loud blow followed almost instantly by a strangled scream come to your ears, there's not much that comes to your mind besides dashing upstairs.

And what a mistake, again.

"Yuki!!" And what a sight. Nagi, the person you love, standing tall with a bloody bat, his hands tightened around its base, droplets of blood painting his face and hair, but not his black clothes that hid well the evidence of his crime. Yukimiya, still laying on the hard cold floor of the bathroom, was hardly conscious after that blow he took. His blood didn't spare the walls either. "Angel? Didn't I tell you not to come here?" You feared the look he gave you, one that told you shouldn't be here, but he soon replaces it with a hopeful one. "Did you change your mind? I knew you'd understand, love. I'm doing this for our sake after all." In case you thought he wasn't serious about killing him, maybe this didn't leave any room for doubt. "You wanna try? How about you give him the last blow? Here." And just like that, as if it was nothing, he hands you the bat, leaking with your friend's blood. Deciding to play along, at least to take his bat away from him, you carefully take it in your trembling hands. "If you could finish my work I'd be thankful, love, I'd finally get some sleep..." His laziness is now the only characteristic you recognize in your boyfriend. "Sei'... was it really necessary?" Your eyes try to find in his your true boyfriend, your true Seishiro Nagi.

Unsuccessfully, though, since he always has been this way with you. You just didn't know. Somehow, we could even say you're to blame.

"Well, he tried to take you away from me. Didn't you see how his vicious eyes stared at you? How his touch lingered on you more than needed? Or did you even think he might touch himself to the thought of you only? How disgusting would that be? Gives me the chills." Galving at Yukimiya, which is still in a poor shape, you lower your head and nod slowly. "You're right..." Maybe it's best to put him out of his misery. The bloody bat scares you, it really does, but maybe that's for the best. As you raise it above your head, clenching your hands at the same spot Nagi's were, ready to smack it down on Yukimiya's head, "Please... y/n.. please no..." you aim at Nagi instead.

With your eyes squeezed shut, you brace yourself for the impact, even if you're the one hitting, but nothing happens. Or at least, not like you wanted to. A sigh, one of disappointment, makes itself heard, in the bloody bathroom who had became quiet for a moment, except for Yukimiya's moans of pain. "I think you missed your target, love." Slowly opening up your eyes, you realize that Nagi blocked your shot with his forearm. "Kinda hurts, you know." Yes, quite the mistake there you've made. Your Nagi walks towards you, only for you to step back each time he gets closer, dropping the bat by the way. However, in a house, there are some things we call a wall, and you just met one of them. "If you didn't want to, you could have said so. You know I wouldn't ever refuse you anything, angel. Now, come on, come with me." His hand, dirty with Yukimiya's red and thick liquid, tugs at your clean one, a clear contrast between your two natures. But you don't budge. And by now, now that you know it all, Nagi doesn't bother anymore. He just throws you again over his shoulder and brings you to his room, one he locks with a key. "Don't worry, I'll be right back." The poor door is now being banged at infinitely, muffling your cries for Nagi. "Please Sei' don't kill him!! Please! I'll never let him see me again but please don't!! Seishiro... please.." Your banging quiets down, his forehead replacing you punches on the other side of the door. "But harm's already done, please understand, love." You let yourself slide against the door, crying, your knees brought close to your chest.

Nagi then heads one more time to the bathroom, surprised to see his bat in Yukimiya's weak tied hands. Yes, you were way too messy trying to untie him. The cold blooded killer scoffs, snatching the bat from his victim's hands. "You're gonna hurt yourself." At this precise moment, Yukimiya surrended, closing his eyes shut, ready to receive the final blow. At this point, he almost really wanted Nagi to kill him. Just to make it stop.

"Oh, one last thing. You'll say hi to Reo for me. He's the only one I miss, even after he flirted with my precious girlfriend. I know he said he did it as a joke but... could you imagine? I couldn't forgive him." If you payed close attention to Nagi's voice at that moment, when talking about Reo, you could sense a faint sense of guilt. "Just.. please, kill me now.." Those are Yukimiya's true last words, ones he pronounces through his clenched teeth. "Well then, farewell... "Yuki"."

Thwack

"Ahh... finally I can sleep." He doesn't spend a second more in this bathroom, the white floor now red, a puddle of blood expanding more and more from Yukimiya's head, flowing down on his face from the top of his cracked head. Yup, he leaves as soon as he's done, only to go to you again. He already had an idea on how to get rid of the body. Something like dismembering him and discard the pieces in the sea...

As soon as he opens the door of the room he locked you in, you throw yourself into his arms, crying all you can. Nagi, saddened by the sight, hugged you in his warm embrace, planting a kiss on the top of your head. Soothing you with his red hands. "I love you, Seishiro..." Seishiro smiled, hearing such pleasing words. "I know, me too, me too, love."

And he'll keep you forever, with him<3

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