A/N: before you read, this contains cutting, gore, blood... yeah, you get the idea.
"Please, uh, who are you again?" the girl asked as she walked down a dark alley. A guy had dragged her there, offering to show her a shortcut. People were nagging her, and he 'knew' she was uncomfortable around them.
"Just follow me," she heard him say, but because his back was turned, she couldn't see the way he really wasn't talking, rather he was in her head.
"Alright..." she nervously chuckled and clutched onto her bag. "Do you come here often?"
But he stopped abruptly, causing her to bump back and fall on the ground. When he did, his hood lifted to show a man, light pink hair, brown eyes, and a mole under his eye.
The blue haired girls' eyes widened when she noticed they were at a dead end. "Is there a mistake? Did we go down the wrong alley?" she asked, hoping for the guy to let her go, hoping that it was all a mistake.
He shook his head and squatted down to her eye level. His eyes scanned her face, and she was definitely scared. "You're shaking," the guy pointed out. And he wanted to laugh as soon as he saw the way her eyes watered when she realized he didn't speak. He didn't open his mouth. What could this man be? Who is this guy?
"Are you gonna... are you going to harm me?" her lip quivered. "Come on," she tried to reason, "The police will find out you did this to me."
"They won't. And I won't harm you, but you have to do what I tell you, or else I will," his mouth still didn't move.
"Is this a joke?" she tried to chuckle but failed as she let out a whimper instead.
"No, stop treating it like it is. Listen to me, do you know a girl named Y/n?" The sky began darkening, grey clouds appearing out of nowhere. It caused the area to get dark.
"Y-yes, she's my friend," the guy saw her gulp and smirked.
"Alright then, what does she tell you?"
Sweat drops formed on the girls' forehead, "I... I can't tell you that. She trusts me with what she tells me!"
"Oh yeah?" her eyes averted down as she saw the boy pull something out from his white blazers pocket. "It'd be a shame if I sliced open a part of your face, maybe your wrist, maybe your fingers. Your blood would drip onto this white blazer. You wouldn't want to mess it up, now would you?"
At that point, the girls' tears were dripping out of her eyes. Her lip was still quivering and tempting to let out a sob. "N-no, please don't do that. Let's try to reason this out alright?" she shuffled back onto the wall of one of the buildings, scraping her thighs on the pavement. It burned her, small cuts forming.
"Well you've gotta answer my question first for me to let you go," he placed an arm beside her face, caging her in.
"I can't!" she yelled out, but her mouth was cupped with a hand before she could scream for her.
"Well... it would be terribly bad if people saw cuts on your face. You're such a pretty face to everyone, always doing things for others. What would they think if they saw your face was messed up?" he pressed the blade upon her cheek, beginning to dig the tip.
"It hurts," her voice was strained, her body shook with fear, but she still didn't want to speak up.
"But it's so simple to just tell me about her," he tried to get her to speak, his voice turning softer, "Does she like anyone?"
She shook her head, "I can't tell you that! Why do you need it? If you tell me, I'll tell you." That only earned another smirk from the guy.
"You think I'm gonna tell you? Well alright, because I like her," he shrugged.
"You're sick," she spat out, the knife dug deeper, "You're way older than her! How do you even know her?!"
"Aw, you know I'm not a normal person. And I'm not even old," those were his final words before he carved a line through her cheek, and he did the same to the other side. As he began to go down to her neck, she kicked him.
Shit. He had let his guard down, and now he was stumbling back, the knife falling out of his hand. And the girl was running, trying her best to get out of there. No one would hear her scream, so she didn't try to, or else her voice would be wasted.
"How did I not even think about this before?" she held her cheek, blood was dripping out quickly from both, and a little cut on her neck was surprisingly burning a lot. The bottom of her thighs were red, and her hands were scalded with tiny scrapes.
But as she was nearing halfway back, the guy appeared in front of her, knocking her back down hard. It made her eyes widen, thinking about how he suddenly appeared before her. Unfortunately, she had given up, her body slumped down, and her vision went black.
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He reached down, pulling her head up by using her hair. Saiki went back to his regular form, disgusted in himself.
It wasn't like he wanted to do it, but he had no choice. And either way, he still didn't get the answers he wanted. Teruhashi was now laying on the ground with a bruised face, thighs, and palms. She would heal in no time. Afterall, it was just a few cuts.
Those weren't a big deal. People would probably wonder why she wouldn't show up on Monday morning. But he knew exactly what happened. Because he was the one who caused her those marks.
Along with that, he wouldn't be the one taking her to the hospital. So, he left her there. He went back to check for any blood, and when he found nothing, he went back to the area where her body laid.
He smirked and placed the knife on top of her stomach, but an even better idea arose as he cleaned his print off of the item. Maybe no one would believe it, but he didn't care. The blade was left in her open palm. He then left immediately to the comfort of his home, no evidence left behind.
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"Have any of you guys seen Teruhashi?" you came up to the group with Yumehara, a worried look on your face. Saiki wanted to laugh, wipe the look off of your face.
"Mmm," Kaidou hummed and shrugged, "No, we haven't seen her since Friday when we hung out together. Supposedly something happened to her. I think one of the boys in her fan club said they tried to visit her yesterday but she wasn't home. And they saw her brother run out and followed him to where she was in the hospital."
"In the hospital?!" your mouth dropped, and Saiki couldn't bear seeing the look on your face. He thought it was hilarious. Not wanting to stay anymore, he left for the bathroom, walking away from the guys. Aren was now the least of his concerns. He knew the purple haired boy couldn't compete. Saiki would make sure of it before he truly did.
But suddenly footsteps from behind him came up and Touma approached him. "I'm suspecting something. You see, I went to your house on Saturday, and your mom said you weren't there. Like they said, they haven't seen her since last Friday. And the fanclub said she wasn't home. It comes to my conclusion that maybe you have something to do with it."
Shit.
But Saiki knew how to conceal it well. And he made the same stupid face as the one when they were younger. Even so, Touma still narrowed his eyes, "Yeah right, I'd talk more but I really have to go now," he ran off into a different hallway.
It left Saiki behind, sighing to himself. He didn't know how Touma even got to that point. But thankfully and somehow, the boy believed him. And Saiki was glad that he did.
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A/N: sheesh, gotta go now 🚶🏽♀️ and by the way, idk why anyone is surprised by all of the dark/inappropriate stuff, read the title if you're lost 🤨
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