#i tried not to get too graphic cause i suk at explaining violence and i dont like it in general so

[kyukun]

Till Death Do Us Part (OumaSai)

hey hey anon! im totally a-ok with yandere! i tried to maks this somewhat ship-y but it mostly just ended up angsty and one-sided lmfao. soz! also this is like slight nsfw? i mean barely but just in case theres your warning :00

title: till death do us part

summary: He didn’t know how or why he got here, but he was more terrified to find out why he was half naked in Shuichi’s basement. Little did he know that the day before would be his last day of being seen ever again.

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His eyes slowly had begun to come into focus as the room had started to appear more and more clearer. Where was he? 

The room wasn’t that familiar. It seemed like it was but he couldn’t process it fully. He glanced down and noticed his hands had been bound by rope behind a chair. Immediately, he tried to break free or scream but a scarf seemed to be tied around his lips as well. Tears had threatened to make their way out as the chair shook back and forth. He had no clue where he was or how this had happened. 

Fear had already taken over his entire body, visibly shaking the more he struggled to break free from the knots. It was until he heard a familiar voice that his mind was put more on edge that he had truly begun worrying. ���Aha, so you’re awake? Good morning, Kokichi. Or should I say evening?”

It was evening already? Just how long had they kept him here? 

He gave a few muffled cries as the figure emerged from the corner, revealing themselves into the light. His eyes widened. Was he dreaming? That couldn’t be…

“Do you like the scarf? I made it just for you! I even made it checkered, your favorite!" 

The figure was now fully in light. His notion was correct. It was his classmate and former lover, Shuichi Saihara. Kokichi had no clue why he had done this. He thought they had broken up on good terms but he guessed Shuichi believed differently. "Aw, you poor thing. Don’t be so scared, Kokichi. It’s only me, I won’t hurt you.” His smile was sinister yet serene, his words tormenting him the more his ears listened. 

The back of his finger trailed down his cheek soothingly, curling under his dripping tears and under his chin. Kokichi’s mind raced, several thoughts piling one over the other. He needed to get out, and fast. He decided the best way to do that would to comply to whatever Saihara had wanted from him. “You’re all I ever think about. But ever since—Ever since they started hanging out with you, we hadn’t been able to talk much now have we?”

Oh yeah. It was all coming back to him now. He remembered why had broken things off. Miu, Kaito, Kaede, and Maki had all warned him about Shuichi, saying he was unstable and a stalker. They told him to break things off before things got out of hand for his own safety, and he believed them and did so. While he did love Shuichi, he loved his friends more. Kokichi submissively shook his head, which seemed to please Shuichi.

“I miss hearing your sweet, cute voice. You know what? Since you’ve seemed to calm down a bit, I’ll take the scarf off! How’s that sound?” He nodded slowly, his eyes pleading into Shuichi’s which he could physically see him weaken in the knees by. Shuichi removed the scarf from his lips. God his mouth ached.

His cheeks grew heated the more he stared at his captive; oh how lovely rope looked on his skin. He had to restrain himself from eating Kokichi whole. “Is that better? Can you say my name for me? Call me that nickname you like.” He demanded desperately, begging on his knees. Shuichi had his arms wrapped around his waist and around the chair, his hair pressed into his chest with a grin plastered on his lips.

“S-Shumai.”

“There it is! God, Kokichi you’re so, so very…” His arms moved from behind the chair and onto his thighs. His lips kissed Kokichi’s bare skin, licking around the edges of his body that he had missed so much. “Cute.” He lapped all around his skin, Kokichi bit his lip to hold back any noise. He didn’t want Shuichi to have that gratification. “You’re mine, do you understand? You belong to me.” 

His fingers traced up his chest, lightly thumbing over his nipple which caused him to whimper in response. "Y-yes, I understand.”

“Since you’re my pet, why don’t you give master a kiss? It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed one of my Kokichi’s kisses that I think I might just die if I don’t have one.” Shuichi looked up, noticing how flustered Kokichi was already. He looked beautiful. Kidnapping him was such a great idea. Now he can finally have him all to himself without any interruptions. “Yes… Master.”

Shuichi was still on his knees but due to their height difference, he was still able to reach him at eye level no problem, even if he was confined in a chair. Kokichi leaned forward and kissed his captor, trying his hardest to convince himself that Shuichi was still the same loving Shuichi he had known and cared for. A warm tear dripped down his cheek as their lips met. 

Shuichi, having free hands, took the opportunity to wrap his hand against his jaw, inevitably pulling him forward and deepening their kiss. He licked the bottom of his lip and Kokichi didn’t bother to fight back, allowing him to have his way without much force. Shuichi could feel himself getting more and more eager as Kokichi whimpered into their kiss. 

His hands travelled down to Kokichi’s school uniform pants and before he could go any further, Kokichi stopped him. “W-wait.”

“You wouldn’t do anything I wasn’t comfortable with… Right?”

“Right. I love you more than anything else in the world! I would never hurt you.”

“Then, can we wait to do this?” Kokichi knew Shuichi would listen to him, smiling through his anxiousness the more he locked eyes with Saihara. “Of course. We’ll have a lot of time to wait, so don’t worry.”

“W-what do you mean? Shumai… I-I have to go home eventually.”

He immediately regretted saying that sentence as a dark aura replaced Shuichi’s previous one. “This is your home. You’ve been so good till now, my pet. Don’t make me have to punish you…”

Shuichi tightened the scarf around Kokichi’s small neck slightly, not enough to where he couldn’t breathe, but hard enough for it or hurt. “This’ll make us closer, I promise. Just hold still.” The scarf was now pulling at his airway, breathing seemed to be harder and harder the more he tightened it. 

"S-Shumai, I-I c-can’t breathe…”

Shuichi snapped out of it briefly, sighing as he laid his head on Kokichi who had now begun coughing for air. “Say, Kokichi, let’s get married. Right now. So next time they touch what’s mine, I’ll cut their fucking arm off. How does that sound?” He smiled, drifting into his own daydream once more.

Memories had begun burning through his mind. This was no longer Saihara. This wasn’t the person he had fallen for. He finally broke down, crying in agony which had alerted the latter on slightly. But he seemed to mistake his reasoning for crying, “I’m so glad that you agree so much, you’re crying tears of joy. I promise I’ll make you happy, my love.” He squeezed him tighter, his frail body collapsing into the other’s. “Till death do us part.”

He had lost. He had lost to his own friends, lover, and more importantly, to himself. He had no clue how long it would be until he would be alive or see anyone at all, but all he knew was that the love he had felt for Shuichi still harbored in his heart, and that made waking up bound in a chair that much more painful.