(DISCONTINUED) You Love Me, Don't You?

Chapter 15: Solely Yours, Solely Mine

He held me tightly, but not enough to hurt me. His rough hands held onto my relatively visible waist; ever since my stepfather's death, my mom had been making healthier meals for us. "No more fast food" she said. The touch was unlike any other I'd felt before. It felt...comforting. "Y/N...you're mine. You're mine, and mine alone. Don't you dare look at anyone else, but me!" The face that belonged to those words was crazed. His eyes were diluted, yet stayed that beautiful crimson red. He was starting to freak me out a bit. "Hey...Bakugo, you're looking kinda scary...um. I-I'm not used to this...so I don't know what to do. I've never done this before, so...I don't know how to be in a relationship..." I avoided his eyes and stared directly at his chest instead. His grip grew tighter, and he held me closer to him. I could almost feel...rubbing...?
"W-Woah! H-hey, no! No, no, no! Hey! Stop!" I shoved him off of me, not liking the new sensation he was giving me. "That is a NO! NO!" He looked at me in shock, as if not expecting me to resist. "Y/N, why won't you let me love you? You always give excuses, dammit! You just have to let me love you, you dumbass!" His face held frustration and...a hint of sadness?
"Bakugo, I don't think we have to do that to love each other! B-besides! I'm too young for that! I like you, Bakugo, but I'm not ready for that!" I held my ground. He clenched his fists, "Y/N, it's the strongest kind of love! You don't have to worry, I'll take care of you..." he came closer, and I stepped back. His face was oddly calm, considering his body language. "B-Bakugo, I just- I don't want that yet! Can't you wait for me? Please? I don't even think I'm developed enough for that?" This situation went from zero to a hundred real quick; I needed a way to avoid it. Anything. Change the subject? How do you change it from "I want to make love to you"? My brain was at a blank. His face held frustration, "I just-!"
"Bakugo, you're being creepy! I said I don't want to!" I snapped, yelling a bit louder than I should have. After realizing that, I had prayed that the living room TV was loud enough to overlap my yelling. Bakugo's face slowly went stoic. My emotions were too much for me to handle, and they poured out of my eyes, proving so. I pushed my way past Bakugo, needing some time alone. He didn't try to stop me.
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Me? Creepy? I'm not creepy, I'm being loving. Y/N doesn't understand yet. She's right, she's not old enough to understand. That's why, I'm helping her understand. She needs me. If it weren't for me, she'd be lost. Lost? Am I lost? Am I wrong? No, of course not...I'm right. I'm always right. I looked at the door Y/N had left through, now closed. Y/N is so stubborn. I love her. Y/N would constantly ask me if I was sure of my feelings towards her. I'm sure I do. This is love, isn't it? I opened her bedroom door, then went to knock on the bathroom door that stood between her and I. But, as expected, I got no response. I'm being patient with her. But is patience doing anything? I sat down in front of the bathroom door, hoping that Y/N would come out soon.
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I'm not pretty enough for that. Only pretty girls have that. Only pretty girls do that. I don't want to have sex. I just...what do I want, exactly? I stared into the bathroom mirror, while the water that flowed from the sink continued to fill in the silence. I felt like crying, but I didn't know why. Bakugo couldn't possibly really love me that much. He was only programmed to be that way. He's an AI, after all. No matter how realistic he sounds, these feelings are the ones built into him. Pondering this, Bakugo shouldn't be able to have sexual intercourse. Yet, that contradicted how I could feel his touch with every hug he gave me. I wanted to stop thinking about his existence and how he came to be, but it's hard. This world isn't a fairytale, after all. In reality, Bakugo shouldn't even be a physical being capable of speech. The closest thing I had to the real thing was my body pillow. Well, that was before it was thrown away by the real deal. "You have me here, you don't need this stupid pillow. Hold onto me while you sleep, you idiot." His words echoed in my mind as I remembered the day he made me toss my $60 dakimakura. Of course, me being reluctant, he threw it out before I could hide it away. If Bakugo isn't real, then why does he feel so real? This doesn't make any sense. I like him, and all, but he's starting to really bug me... He was something against nature, clearly. I hadn't expected my actions on that day would affect me so greatly. I turned the water off, and could feel the warmth of new tears on my cheeks. I tried my best to wipe away my tears of frustration and confusion, but they continued to flow. I'm going to be in here for a while. I could hear soft breathing coming from behind the door on my left. Why...?
"Um...hey. Why do you like me?"
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"I don't get it. I'm nothing special. This is something that happens only in dreams and fanfiction, so, why is this happening to me? Am I just dreaming?"
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"Y/N, what are you talking about? Can you hurry up, I gotta use the bathroom!" My brother yelled.
I silently opened the door and let my brother in. I looked in front of me only to meet eyes with those of crimson red. I shook my head, turning away from the figure. "I'm really crazy...I need to stop reading those stories..." the figure gripped my hand before I could walk past it, their grip tightening as I struggled. "Let go...let go-!" I sobbed. My cries were left unheard as the figure carried me over their shoulder, locking my bedroom door behind them.
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"How is this possible? We've been studying the weapon for a week now, yet no ounce of evidence has lead to the killer? Not even a bit of hair?!" The lead investigator, known as Jin Isamu, was becoming impatient.  "With no lead, we'll have to drop the case temporarily..." He pondered this, growing more and more frustrated at the thought. Looking at his assistants, he grit his teeth, spouting small curses.

"Sir, with all due respect, I'm afraid we have no choice but to leave it off for now. Without a lead, continuing a search is pointless" one of his men spoke up. As if a light bulb had gone off above his head, Jin's frown became a large grin. "A lead! That's it! We find someone who witnessed the entire thing! Who may that witness be? Well..." his strike of genius came to a halt.

"Wasn't it the daughter that found him dead? Did we get any information on her yet?" Someone spoke. "Somebody give this man a raise! We'll set off for an inquiry request and try to get her here by tomorrow!" Jin's excitement was evident, giving his co-workers a sense of relief. "About the raise thing; I was kidding, that isn't a power I possess." Jin, a man who's hope was restored, left the office and into a coffee shop nearby. On his way there, he couldn't help but feel giddy inside. This case isn't so hopeless after all! I'll solve it. Now, that little girl is our last hope. We'll find what we need, hopefully without force. He took a sip of his coffee, finding the bland taste unsavory, and added at least four packets of sugar to suit his tastes.