koala, mashikyu

awful.

junkyu took a deep breath before putting on his mask. he glances at the clock hoping that there will be no officers roaming around the area. he doubts that because his boyfriend told them the new information he found.

it's hard if your boyfriend is a legit detective, a smart man, that is and he has a case trying to find who is this koala.

killing people, for some, or even for everyone with a sane mind, it might seem terrifying, horrible, disgusting. but for junkyu, seeing people cry and beg for him to spare their lives give him chills in a good way if there such thing.

seeing their lives slip away infront of him feeds his revenge and urges. it always leave him satisfied after seeing this pure and eloquent liquid stain his bare hands.

it makes him smile.

but he still wants to live somewhat normal life with his boyfriend.

one look at his sleeping boyfriend before letting out a sigh inside his mask. he left the house and do what he always do.

kill, kill, and kill.

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he finally finds his target, a woman who seems to be in her 30's holding her groceries peacefully walking to the eerie street of the city.

junkyu slowly walked towards the woman, touching her shoulder making her startled and almost dropping her groceries. the woman immediately looked at him, he looked lost and terrified as she saw his eyes were getting teary.

"s-sorry for scaring you..i'm lost and i d-dont know where i am." he puts his most convincing sad tone in his words.

his voice sounding small, lost, terrified in the woman's ears.

the woman sighed in relief she noticed that he was following her quite awhile she's about to call the police but once he spoke she felt safe again.

he's just a kid. but she shouldn't trust him just because he's a kid since there's a serial killer on the loose and maybe this was the method that the killer would use to their victims.

luring them with kids and kill them.

"i'm sorry but i can't━" her words got cut off when the boy started letting his tears out, staining his cheeks.

he sobbed and looked down, trying to be more convincing.

the woman felt sympathy for him she bit her lips and just go with her option. she placed her hand on his shoulder calming him down. "a-alright sweetie, i'll help you."

junkyu shot his head up and sniffed, "t-thank you, miss."

the sweet lady smiled, her sweet smile reaching her eyes.

junkyu for a moment almost felt bad to kill this sweet woman but he needs to satisfy his urges, he needs to stop the trauma his parents created.

"follow me sweetie, there's no signal around this area once we get get better signal you can call someone you know and come pick you up okay?" she checked her phone and surprisingly there's a bit if signal.

"or now, i have a signal left." junkyu nodded, his heart racing as his other hand went behind his back already gripping the knife.

once the lady was closer to him he send him a sweet smile making the lady confused before choking out blood and her hands reaching her neck tried to stopped the bleeding.

junkyu slid her neck open.

she fell down while letting out gurgling noises choking in her blood while junkyu stared at her dying body with a sickening look on his face.

her choking noises died down for a bit, her eyes reflected pure terror before changing into this lifeless eyes her movements slowly stayed still.

the forgotten groceries laid in the concrete floor.

he still has his smile as he felt his excitement staring at the corpse. it reminds him that it'll probably look just like his mother if he killed her.

too bad he didn't.

she already left him before he could do anything to her. the fact that she's still probably alive makes him angry.

he wants her to die, she doesn't deserve to be alive.

for turning him into this monster, as everyone knows, 'koala"

he crouched down and tilt her head up, he had a good look of the woman's face before carving his signature on her forehead.

he went home at 2am, slowly and quietly stepped inside the house scared that if mashiho woke up. he immediately do what he always do after killing his victims.

cleaning himself, destroy any evidence.

he opened the door of their room and was met with still sleeping boyfriend, he slowly walked towards the bed and laid down beside mashiho. he hugged the japanese's waist and pulled him closer, he knows that he will get caught someday, he treasured his moments with his boyfriend.

because one day, this will poof away from his life.

mashiho is the only one who keeps him sane. if he's gone then what's the purpose of his life anyway?

junkyu inhaled mashiho's scent, it smells like sweet cotton candy, making his stomach curl inside.

"i'm sorry mashiho." he muttered before drifting away to his nightmare.

what he didn't know that mashiho was kind off awake, he heard what junkyu said but he just shrugged it off.

he didn't think anything of it.

and he was dumb for him to think like that.