𝟭𝟴+ 𝗧𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼 𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [suitable for readers of any skin tone]
Y/n was one of the most skilled assassins in Japan. Using her irresistible beauty and charm, she would lure in her targets before killing t...
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You watched the flame of your lighter flicker as it illuminated your hand. You moved your head forward, lighting up the cigarette that you held between your lips. Letting out a small puff, your eyes followed the wisps of smoke as they floated out of your window, towards the Tokyo skyline.
It had been three days since you'd killed Mochizuki. The first few nights after a completed mission were always the worst. It was when the voices were the loudest and the flashbacks were the clearest. The screams, blood and begging would constantly appear in your head- some of it belonging to your victims and some your own.
Of course, you didn't feel any remorse or regret for the bastards you killed. Their faces were nothing more than a blur and their voices were merely whispers. It did nothing more than annoy you when their faces came to haunt your thoughts. You would just simply ignore them because the truth was that they had all deserved their deaths.
However, the only voice and the only face that scared you was his. Every time you heard his voice or saw his face in your dreams, the only thing you wanted to do was scream, cry, shout...anything. Anything you could do just so you could block out his voice and stop the flashbacks from happening.
The memories of him smiling, teaching you, caring for you. The way you begged and cried as he got on top of you while he pinned your hands to the floor. The image of his blood on your hands and the face he made as whispered his last words. "I'm sorry I couldn't control myself...I love you, y/n."
"I love you, y/n. I love you. I love you. I love you.." his voice continued to echo in your head.
You gripped your hair with one hand as your breaths began to get more ragged and a tear slid down your cheek.
"Fuck. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE !" you cried out as you flung your cigarette across the room and slid to the floor, sobbing.
"Please just stop haunting my dreams. I beg you to go. I just want some peace. I just want some sleep but I can't because every time I close my eyes, it's your face that I see..."
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It was the next morning as you opened your fridge, intending to make yourself some breakfast. "Shit. There's no more milk." you sighed, eyeing the empty carton. You glanced back into your fridge and realised it was almost empty. Ugh, I suppose it's time to go to the store.
Rolling your eyes, you walked over to the counter and grabbed your bag. You would have much rather preferred if you could just stay at home the rest of your life but at times like these, you didn't have a choice.
As you opened your front door, you took one last look at your empty apartment, checking to make sure that all the windows were closed. I wonder what this place would look like if it wasn't so empty. I think more people could really bring out the colour in those paintings on the wall. It would be nice to have some friends over.
