-¿Opposites Attract?-

-¿His Last Murder Victim?-

Blood, Lots of it. Blood coated everything that dared have the audacity to cross its path, Glass was broken, scattered as if somebody had purposely chucked it onto the ground.
What also lied there was mysterious, a bat. A bat that blood was draped all over, as if the bat was the bloods' long lost lover. A lone male stood next to a brutally tortured body, bruises had been painfully ceased onto the girls body, scratches and cuts lay deep onto her blue skin. "Such a shame. She was a real beauty." The male had spoke, although no one was there, he didn't care, This male you may ask is called Tooru Oikawa, he was the well-known murderer in Japan. But, that was all about to change from today as he was going to move onto his next and last victim shortly, which means he had to do ANOTHER spring clean. Tooru started by carefully picking up the dead woman and going down to the basement where a concrete mixer was well underway, Toor had a habit of burying his victims in the floor. He lay the woman in the hole before positioning her so once the concrete was poured nothing would be out of its place. "Mm, perfect." Oikawa spoke as he poured the concrete onto the lady, watching her submerge into the concrete, submitting her fate, a grin spreading across his face as he stopped pouring and looked at the freshly poured concrete he began to smooth it out, only once he had finished that he went upstairs to go bleach the whole entire floor. Oikawa rose as he chucked the smoother onto the floor and made his way up the stairs carrying a bottle of bleach, some rags and a broom. It was a short walk to the ground floor where he started pouring the bleach and scrubbing the floor, making sure it was sparkling.

-2½ hours later-

"That took longer than intended." He had said as he gazed at the now sparkling room. He trudged upstairs to the 1st floor where a drawing board was set gracefully on the wall, waiting to be written on waiting for Oikawa to pin something on it, in return, he did do one of those things. He crossed off the name Ayaki Toyino before circling the last name, the person he had been working up to, His lovely crush. About a dozen pictures of Kuroo lay scattered on a desk, Tooru had a great despise for anyone who hung out with Kuroo, but Kuroo's friends weren't the target, it was Kuroo himself. Tooru slipped on an oversized hoodie because it had large pockets, which meant more space to carry the tools he ever so needed for Kuroo's capture, once the tools were safely in his pocket and not trying to stab the shit out of him, He set off for Kuroo's apartment.