𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐚. [𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮]

[9]

A t s u m u

     "Babe, can I go to the store to get something junky?" I ask lazily, sprawling my limbs across the bed and hanging my head upside down. The raven walks into the bedroom with a 'why' look on his face, looking down at me. 

     His damp black shirt hugging his torso, showing every inch of muscle he has. "Why? You need healthy food. Not junky food." Omi pesters, turning around to replace his shirt with a cleaner one. 

     I groan, sitting up and letting my head adjust to the sudden movement after being upside down for 10 minutes. Looking at Omi with my legs crossed, I pout. "The doctor said I need to gain some more weight. So that's what I want to do. Healthy food takes too long."

     He sighs loudly, placing on hand on his hip, and the other pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes shut. "Fine, but get me some cleaning supplies while you're there. I used most of it up already." Wow, that fast? We had gotten more cleaning supplied a few days ago..

     "Yes yes Omi. Thank youuu!" I stand up and give the raven a kiss on the cheek, to which he smiles. 

     Walking out of the bedroom and to the front door, I slip on my shoes and grab my BMW M4 keys and head out. It's dark outside and I don't really like it. Maybe this was a bad idea; no, it's fine, I'm fine. I'm in my car and if anything happens I can speed away.

     I control my breathing and listen to music while driving to the nearest grocery store which is 2 miles away from our apartment. The place is nice; somewhat modern and rustic. 

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     After grabbing everything I need and want, I walk over to the self-checkout. The black hoodie that I stole from Omi secures my torso, making me feel safe and secure. I set the stuff down and pull out my wallet and credit card. 

     My gaze lifts up to the large wide windows, rain gently hitting them. Must have started raining, shit. I parked my car a little ways from the entrance because parking next to other cars freaks me out. Do you have any idea how many tickets I've gotten for accidentally bumping into a parked car? Too many to count, sheesh.

     My BMW can attest to that. There's so many front and rear bumper scratches and dents that it's blatantly obvious that I have no idea how to drive in a parking lot. You'd think it would be easier than driving on a highway, noooo. I'm terrible at it. Ask anyone. 

     I sigh, finishing up bagging the groceries and cleaning supplies before walking out the store. My senses heighten, making me hyper-aware of ever sound that is made over the rain. The hyper-awareness is helpful in situations somewhat similar to this. Kinda freaky though.

     Squinting my eyes as I near my car, a tall bulky figure slowly comes into view. I freeze, dropping my bags. The man stands up from leaning against the hood of my car. It's him..

     "Ah, I thought this car belonged to you, blondie. It's nice to see you again." The man says as he cracks his knuckles, causing me to back up a little.

     What should I do? Run away or stay to see what the hell he wants? This was a bad idea, I had a feeling something bad would happen, and I was right. I just didn't pay any mind to it. 

     He scoffs and walks closer, his features closely resembles the man I saw in my dream. The man I saw that night. 

     "Don't go ignoring me, now. It's rude to just stare and not respond. I'm Mark by the way.. if you forgot." He says, placing his pointer finger and thumb on my chin, forcing me to look into the light grey eyes that I absolutely despise. 

     Wait a second.. I pull out my phone slowly and quietly, keeping eye contact with Mark. Quietly turning my phone on, I click the send location button and relax. Omi should get my location soon, knowing him, he probably was staring at his phone waiting for something.

     "L-Let go of me.." I tremble as the light browned haired man places his left hand on my waist, making me flinch. The grip he has on my waist tightens, causing me to wince and let out a small whimper. 

     Please, don't let this be a repeat of that night. Everything is bad enough as it is. My medication is keeping me more calm than I would've been if I hadn't started taking it. 

     I lick my lips nervously, the dimmed parking lot lights gently shinning above our bodies, making Mark's face somewhat completely visible. He smirks down at me squinting his eyes.

     "Y'know, I never actually got what I wanted that night. Don't you remember? Some rando heard your muffled cries and pulled me away from that delicious body of yours." Oh don't remind me. 

     Growing some courage I spit into his eyes and he quickly turns his head away, groaning in irritation and anger. This is bad, real bad. I squirm as his grip tightens and he places the hand that was holding my chin, to my neck.

     If someone would just walk out here and see what's happening, I'd be safe. But no, I let my anxiety get the best of me and park a little ways away. From their view, we probably look like we're just talking. Oh, it's the very opposite hunny.

     "N-Ngh- L-Let go of m-me you b-bastard!" I choke out, his grey eyes blazing with anger, a sadistic grin on his face. What the hell is wrong with this guy?!

     His grip is too tight, it's making it hard to swallow and breathe. Why is this happening to me? I feel like I'm going to pass out. 

     Making a last ditch effort to breathe, I kick my knee up into his crotch and he shouts, cursing out the world as he falls to the ground with his hands on it. I fall to the ground on my side, gripping my throat lightly, tears streaming down my face.

     The sound of a speeding car makes me open my eyes; headlights becoming brighter as someone rushes out, shouting god knows what. 

     "'Tsumu! 'Tsumu baby!" The familiar voice calls out, making the grunts of Mark muffled. A black haired male starts to become more visible. "Atsumu!" 

     Before I know it, the world around me goes dark. No sound. No movement. Just darkness.

S a k u s a 

     "You bitch! What the fuck did you do to my boyfriend?!" I shout, straining my vocal cords, grabbing some people's attention at the store, in the process. 

     Atsumu's passed out body goes limp as I press his head into my chest. Tears running down my face, the rain growing heavier. The anger growing less ignorable takes control. My body feels like it's on fire, rage boiling through my veins. 

     "Heh, you're gonna regret what you did to him." I chuckle, standing up and walking towards the browned haired male who's clutching the area that Atsumu had kicked. A woman with long pink hair rushes over to my boyfriend's aid, mentioning that 911 is on their way.

     No one hurts Atsumu without paying the price. 

     I lift the man up by the collar, with a small smirk on my face.

     "Goodnight~" I say just before flying my fist into his face.

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A/N: Ouf 😳 protective Sakusa be scary as hell. I wanted to let you guys know that I won't have an update schedule. I don't do well when I'm forced to do something, especially if there's a deadline. So in other words, the releases of chapters will be kinda messy. Most likely will be updating every night because that's what I've been doing recently. Also when I said that the main plotline had passed, I lied. It's still happening as you can probably see and I have some pretty intense ideas with Mark involved. Just a fair warning it's going to get a tad bit twisted. Also thank you to those of you who have been reading my fanfic. It means a lot to me. Have a great day/night! <3

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