MEME FANFIC Sugar And Molasses (Yandere Hunter X Hunter)

Chapter 15: 花

The title means flower.

( tw: blood, violence)

The sword stabbed through Vidal, the lower abdomen stained with a mahogany color. The metal was forced deeper, but was stopped by a pale hand grasping the blade. "Why, why do you bother? We both know we're sick, sick murderers and yet you still try to make yourself lower than you already are," he hissed, eyes void with empitiness. The enemy however, did not falter, still desperate to kill. The puppet stared up at the bleeding man and answered, "You killed my parents, it doesn't differ from what I'm doing right now Vidal."

You stared in disbelief, shocked that Vidal would ever do such a thing. From your view in the closet under the stairway you could only see blood, and a shattered mug scattered everywhere on the floor in little fragments. Then a blade whipped right past the miniscule sliver of the open closet door. It pierced the wall, causing a crack around it.

"So? I had to avenge my father, who had been ordered to be killed by him. Her father."

A yell pierced the dark prescence as the table was flipped over by Vidal. The weight of the furniture toppled Hanarō over, and a crash followed. Bloody handprints decorated the table, smudging against the collapsed maniac's arm.
"Stop fighting, it won't do you any good. Besides, do you think she'll want you after all the things you've done?" Vidal spat, wobbling over to the blade still stuck in the wall. He pulled the weapon, removing it from the crack.

"I don't care, I'll have her whether you like it or not," Hanarō wheezed, recovering from the impact of the table. In a flash the table was tipped back into a standing position, rocking back and forth before finally becoming still.

Hanarō stood, holding a fork that once layed upon the table. "Pop, pop, pop. Blood, blood, blood. Push you off the edge, it's just so hard to stay attached to this world...Remember that song? We would hear it everywhere whenever we hung out, just the three of us."

It was silent for a few beats before Hanarō continued, "I think it explains our current situation no? Problematic desires, blood being shed, meeting criminals, it's all we do now. All for her." You grasped the fabric of your clothing, anxiety swelling up inside of you even more. So much was happening in such a short time that you felt overwhelmed.

What did happen to the three of you? Just only a few years ago you clung onto each other for support, but now it's just meaningless fighting. You were content with each other, living life to the fullest. But now this experience reminded you of your mother's death, especially with Vidal saying your father was the one who ordered Vidal's father to be killed.

You just wished this would all end. It's so exhausting having to be caught in a fight every few weeks. If only there was a way to convince Hanarō to stop. Too bad he's so stubborn.

Hanarō slowly backed into the kitchen, holding the fork in a defensive state as he obtained a knife. Noticing this, Vidal rushed forward as best as he could, trying to stop his former friend. Before the two of them could do anything else the creaking of a door stopped them.

With all of your confidence you came out of the closet, knowing it'll do you no good if you were to stay any longer. You approached the kitchen as well, keeping a defensive form the entire time. Finally appearing in front of the duo you stood, eyes searching for a nearby weapon in case Hanarō attacks.

"My queen, how are you? It's been so long~" The intruder purrs, receiving no response. Then the longsword hovers in front of his neck, potentially threatning his life.

"Stop. Just stop for once." You asked, though it sounded more like a command then a wish. "I don't even know anymore. All you guys do is fight for things I've never even heard about, even though we've been friends for years."