Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 27: Smoke and Mirrors

Shota had been waiting in the front courtyard for (Y/n)'s return back home for more than an hour. He stared blankly ahead for the majority of the time, trying to look for the limousine. Reminiscent of a puppy waiting for its master to return, the male perked up any time he saw a car pass by, but the moment it faded out of sight, he slumped back over. His very state of mind was determined by the number of cars that wooshed past. And judging by the fact that they were in a remote area of a large piece of private property, that was hardly any. So he frowned, wondering when the girl would come back to him.

"Surely you don't think she won't return?" the male's grandfather questioned, watching as the male nervously touched at his face, "It's just a small outing. She'll be back in a couple of hours. It's no different than school."

The man's grandchild didn't respond, remaining quiet in an attempt to will the younger girl back to him. He gave a forlorn look, almost sick to his stomach. It was not a pleasant feeling being alone, and even if there was someone right next to him, it wasn't the same. He was well aware that being family didn't mean he was promised unconditional love. Rather, it was finicky at best, and the reason his grandfather was there was because he genuinely respected him out of their familial connection. Still, he didn't want blood obligation to dilute that adoration.

The sight of the (h/c) haired girl waking up from her coma flooded into the male's mind. She was so peaceful then, her eyes confused but gentle, looking for a hand to hold onto while the floor under her feet pulled out from beneath her. He was surprised when she took his, the feel even softer than he had imagined it would be. Like a doe in the woods, she crept forward one step at a time, frightened and yet emboldened by his presence. Holding the gun behind his hand, he reached his hand out to her, and the innocent thing accepted it, even closing her eyes. She didn't notice the blood on his shoes.

With no regard for her own safety, the small thing let him lead her to his home and place a blindfold over her eyes. She walked along the corridors with dulled senses, practically clinging to his arm for guidance. And yet, just when he thought the small doe would continue to look only to him for assistance, she learned to navigate the tightrope she balanced on with eyes closed, ears shut, mouth sealed. There was that talent she possessed, something he could never attain no matter how much he tried for one simple fact. (Y/n), though innocent and naive, was brave, and he...He was a coward.

He held a gun in his hands within his mind, but in truth, he was too cowardly for such a weapon. The male resorted to poison, having educated himself on all different kinds and their varying effects. Shota didn't know how to hurt someone with his own hands. He distanced himself from his victims, attempting to absolve any responsibility for their demise. So while others like him had that blood on their hands, he held his feet above the growing lake beneath him, terrified to be touched by the hands that reached up from its depths of guilt.

The red-haired male had thought he grew enough to let a passing raindrop flitter by his eyes. But he so desperately wanted to wash away the sins of his past that he ended up adding more fuel to the fire, more blood to run in the rivers he carved himself. He had attempted to drown her as well, but he learned quickly the pure drop of rain absorbed his sin as well, her clear and translucent color being stained his red. His cowardice forced his mind into believing it was fine. As long as she had a speck of purity in her, he wanted to hold onto her, uncaring if she drowned beside him.

Yet it was too naive of him to think in such a way. The moment he let her become just as red as he was, she fell. Her mind ceased to be hers, dull eyes replaced with those (e/c) pupils he adored. All curiosity that existed within her vanished into the misted air. In all aspects, she became another corpse of his, poisoned and crippled beyond repair. His heart broke. He didn't know how to fix her, didn't know how to make it better or restore her luster. The only thing he could think to do was create a double negative to make a positive. It was faulty, but he must have done something redeemable in his life to gain the chance to start anew.