The Monsters in us all ( Dark!/Yandere! Hetalia x Reader )

Dark Thailand x Reader /Dependancy/

A/N: I am back. As mentioned in the short notice, I've been very busy with Real Life TM and my other accounts. Nevertheless, some of you have asked if this will be the last story in the book. The answer is no. However, it will be one of the last. I've run out of characters I want to write for, and I won't do many part IIs.

On top of that, I've got some more future projects in mind, in form of lengthy novels.

Enough of that, on to the story. Tw: attempted revenge & non-con drug use and bad trauma handling.

Perhaps you are a fool for doing this – the greatest fool imaginable to be exact . Yet humans are not known to be entirely rational. They are creatures governed by emotions and superficial desires, controlled by bias and blinded by dogma. Steered by whimsical fancies and irrationalities that seemed perfectly sane in the spur of the moment.

At least you are semi-aware that what you're doing is wrong – a flick of logic dancing in the shadows of your vibrant emotions. You could turn back, cancel your plans and leave them behind with all their foolhardiness. Chance give it, finally let go of your past and lay your demons to rest.

Yet there are these burning, scorching, singing emotions that simmer in your blood, making ludicrous notions seem like good options. It is a ground fire that is invisible to the naked eye, something that can't be extinguished by conventional means. Thrice as deadly as the conventional wild fires. It demands you attention, and begs to be sated, unsatisfied by anything other than his suffering.

That's why you are here, in front of an all too familiar house in the middle of a starless night. The air is crisp and cool from the meek semblance of winter this country has. Dry season would be more accurate by the way the air is parched of moisture and the lawns of the near-by gardens are brown and brittle.

The wet season should come soon, coaxing new beginning out of the soil and reviving the area, Something you desperately needed as well. And before that could commence, the earth needed to be watered with blood.

Taking a deep breath, you make feather-light steps closer to the building, sticking to the shadows while you do so. You have to ensure that you have the element of surprise on your side, least he can prepare himself.

As a child, you used to fantasy about being a ninja, undergoing secret missions for your master and fighting villains. Jumping from roof to roof, stealthy and graceful as a cat. Back then, when you were carefree and naïve, the thought of being such a person had been the coolest thing ever.

Now those dreams are shrivelled and decayed. He had simply robbed you of so much, amongst it being your innocence and good-will. Henceforth, you thing you can't look at the world with anything more than cynicism.

What you're doing isn't morally good, it occurs to you as you slip into the front garden. It is gorgeous as always, with him having taken extra care to tend and nurture life in face of the parasitic dryness. All the vivacious flowers with their sweet perfumes and the lush vegetation are testimony to his skill, that he is fully capable of creating something splendid and touching. His gardens are the closest to paradise you have ever been. Then again, he had done his best to stage your life as taking place in the Garden of Eden, so that you wouldn't dig deeper and discover the rot that lay beneath it all.

Luckily, you had seen through all his tricks. Because you were living proof that he was very much capable of the opposite of creating.

Law and order as well as human decency state, that it is illegal to force entry into somebody else's house, or enter it without their consent. Yet that doesn't stop you from slipping through an open window into the kitchen, deftly hauling yourself up and then sliding down the kitchen counter.