Don't Have to Have a Talent

"toast" - Nagito

                          "Wakey wakey sleepyhead~" I cooed to Hajime, seeing him slowly waking up. 

                           "...Hm? Nagito? What's going on?" he asked getting rushed twords the end. I giggled to myself, tilting his head twords me and smiling twords him.

                            "Well, what's happening, is that you're mine Hajime!" I exclaimed, my voice echoing through the room. He looked confused at me, and scared. His hands were tied behind him, cuz I knew that if I untied them, he would slap me no hesitation.

                             "W-why?" he asked. I smiled widely at him, giggling a bit to myself.

                            "You were too attached, so I had to do something! It was for your own good that Chiaki died!" I exclaimed, lowering myself down to his level. Hajime looked at me with a face of fear. His eyes dilated.

                             "Th-that's why....thats why, you knew about Chiaki, even without me saying anything..." Hajime whispered.  I nodded.

                              "Yeah, not one of my proudest moments...If you weren't so helplessly desiring for attention and affection from anyone, you would have yelled at me. But you didn't...Why not Hajime?" I asked. He looked at his shoes.

                             "I trusted you...Was the Nagito I saw yesterday, just a joke?" I tilted his head so he looked up twords me. I just smiled, shrugging my shoulders in response to the question. 

                             "Who cares if it was real or not! All I know, is that you fell for it like the lovesick idiot you are!" I laughed. Hajime looked at me angrily.

                              "Awe, no need to be so angry Hajime~," I cooed. "if you want to keep your sanity that is!" he looked shocked.

                               "I killed my best friend to have you. You should be grateful!" I exclaimed, clapping my hands together like Ms. Yukizome. 

                               "Why...?" Hajime whispered. I tilted my head like a curious puppy.

                                 "Why would I EVER be grateful to a monster like YOU!" he yelled. I looked at him shocked. He's more of an idiot than I thought.

                               "Oh, you forgot, didn't you?" I asked him, putting my finger to my cheek much like Chiaki.

                                "I love you! I separated your attachment to a slut like Chiaki! If we take that into context, it's only logical, that you would kill the other's object of affection, right?" I asked him.

                                "You're insane! You're talking like killing Chiaki is a normal thing that happens! Why would the first thing you thought about after me and Chiaki dated, was to KILL HER?! Chiaki was your BEST FRIEND! Why would you kill her for my affection?!" he screamed, attempting to get out of his restraints. I giggled.

                                 "Well, if I was willing to sacrifice, the only other person that actually mattered to me, I think that shows how dedicated I am to you." I whispered, smiling at Hajime.

                                  "Don't you agree, puppy?" he looked at me, confused and angry. 

                                   He fell silent, so I put my hand to his chin, tracing his bottom lip and making him look at me. He had finally accepted it, that he was helpless in this situation...and that he was mine, all mine.

                                    "You're a bad puppy, a very bad puppy..." I said, my smile turning into a death stare. He flinched at it, but eased up after a few seconds. 

                                     "And bad puppy's deserve punishment." I whispered, walking upstairs. I slammed the door on my way up, setting unease in Hajime. Putting on the bloodstained gloves I used for murdering Chiaki, I grabbed a knife from the knife holder, sharpening it as I walked downstairs. Hajime flinched at the sight of the knife. 

                                       "I-I'm sorry!" he laughed, struggling and rubbing his restrained wrists together. Brushing off his plead for mercy, I pressed his back down, drawing the cold blade along his spine. He shivered, but I don't think he really felt the blade. So, for that dalema, I rushed the blade down his back once more.

                                        In response, he screamed, trying to push me off of him. I giggled at the pathetic display. He thought, that anyone could hear him. This is truly, pleasing.

                                        Hajime took rushed breaths, attempting to speak.

                                        "I-I don't d-deserve this......I d-didn't do anything w-wrong....." he whimpered. He truly is a pathetic human, no...he's not human. He's such, a pathetic creature.

                                         "You do deserve this. You, let her, be controlling of you. I bet, no one in the outside world, cares, nor, notices your disappearance. You truly are a pathetic puppy...." I said, getting up and leaving him to suffer on the ground. He whimpered, screamed, and thrashed around. It's pointless. No one can hear him. So his desperate cries for help, just, go. To. Waste. But I do encourage it. I like to hear the struggles. Entertainment like this isn't so easily found.

-hours later-

                                             I walked downstairs, making my footsteps known to Hajime. I smiled down at him, raising my foot and kicking his face to the side.

                                              He hissed in response. Not all that surprising, but not all that fun. He's  still imperfect.

                                              "Hajime. What do you want to eat?" I asked, smiling at him like I had done the day before. He remained silent.

                                                "Don't want to talk, huh?" I asked, lifting my foot again, kicking him in the face. 

                                                 "O-ow! N-no! I don't want to eat!" he exclaimed. I raised my foot again, kicking him once more for the fun of it. He didn't say a word, just whimpered in pain as I walked off upstairs and to the kitchen to prepare him some dinner. He likes toast, right? No, he doesn't deserve what he likes...but I want to gain his trust...and cooperation...toast it is.

                                                  I buttered up the two pieces of bread popping them into the toaster and waiting. I sighed, looking at the ground as I paced around the kitchen. Waiting is boring.

                                                 The toast finally popped out of the toaster. I was shocked at first, because I was facing the toaster, but sighed again, taking the two slices of bread and putting them on a plate. As I walked downstairs, I hummed a song and handed Hajime the food, right in front of his face. He looked up at me, with a, less than displeased look. Why did he look at me like that? I gave him something, so he should be grateful...

                                                 "Go on! Eat! I went to the trouble of preparing you with toast, so eat it you stupid puppy!" I exclaimed, smiling at him and making him eat the food. It was helping him. This is normal, right? Why did he seem so uncomfortable? No, he's just nervous. It's what bad puppy's do...he'll get over it in due time.

-A/N- sorry it took so long to post. I forgot about the story, and I'm finishing it off with less words than normal, but I promise this is the only short chapter there is.

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