Your sister's disappearance has remained a mystery to this day; her coworkers believe she was on vacation, but there's more to it than that. You never said anything to Brahms or Michael about this situation, but they talked you into it.
This is something neither your sister nor you want. Though her main goal was to exact revenge on her parents, she has evolved over the years. You have no right to call them yours. She was blinded by rage, and you have no control over it; in the end, it wasn't your fault at all.
Your parents deserved to be killed; it was only a minor punishment. It no longer bothers you; their deaths were always in vain. Perhaps... You were planning on doing the same thing to her.
No, you needed her to stay alive for now. She's all you have left after all...
You could barely get sleep last night, imagine waking up early in the morning due to the routine Brahms has made? "How unbelievable..." You muttered under your breath, angrily stomping your way to the kitchen.
You were dumbfounded at the sight of a neat diner, neither the men knew how to clean but for Michael, you'll make an exception for him. "I swear just last night it was a mess..."
Mumbling, you didn't realize Brahms and Michael had sat across from each other. When you heard a creak, your eyes flew open, and the utterly cold-blooded only moved his notepad in your direction. You slowly took it, perplexed; it was a grocery list.
"Clearly, we know who ate all of the food we still have." You paused, your gaze darting to Brahms, who only narrowed his eyes at the other male. "Am I right, Brahms?" He groaned in response, his masked face planted on the wooden table.
You returned to your room after leaving the dining room to prepare for the day. A simple black dress was fine and flattering, and your hair fell perfectly without you trying. As you descended the stairs, Michael was already waiting for you like a gentleman.
"Did I take too long?" You asked, tugging your plump rosy lips into a small smile. The silent killer nodded and cocked his head to the side to get a better look at your new outfit. "Well, I'm sorry. A woman, of course, needs to look majestic, sometimes..." You walked past him, rolling your eyes as he stared at your back for a moment before catching up in a split second.
When you opened the front door, the sun shone brightly in your eyes, which you cursed bitterly. Not long after, a shadow falls over your head; twirling your head around, you notice Michael standing next to you, holding an umbrella.
His eyes stare forward whilst you gave him a weak but grateful smile, for Brahms he only watched your disappearing figures that was descending from the hill road. "Sometimes, I wish I could be him."
The tension on the way to the grocery store was almost palpable, but it didn't last long before you and Michael parted ways. He cocked his head to the side, holding his hand up and pointing to the ground, telling you to meet at this location right after you've finished. You nodded and entered, ignoring his intense stare. As you faded from view, he took a few moments before walking down the dark alleyway that seemed to go on forever.
Laughs and whispers erupted from the direction you were about to take, so you ignored them and continued on your way instead of eavesdropping on someone's conversation because it was none of your business. You were finished in less than ten minutes and it was time to visit the cashier. Ah... Yes, there had to be a long line because it was Sunday. You prefer Saturday's, but it appeared that Brahms ate excessively...
You were so preoccupied with your watch that you didn't even notice the woman in front of you finished, and when you were startled by the sudden hit on your back, you apologized to the elder who had accidentally bumped their cart into you. 'Fuck you, you bitch, you could've asked nicely.' You fought the urge to roll your eyes and continued forward. "How's your day—" He had his eyes closed and appeared stunned when he opened them.
He coughed and shoved his taller companion in the ribs. "What the fuck, dude?" he muttered as he noticed his partner was lost in thought. He looked to the side, perplexed, only to see you placing the items on the counter. He grinned broadly as he made the same motion. "Fuck off!" He exclaimed as you watched the scene unfold, two immature men whispering insults back and forth, making you look unimpressed. This isn't the first time Michael and Brahms have done something similar.
You butted in before they could make a scene. "Could you please scan them?" You raised an eyebrow, the shorter man quickly obliging for the taller man, who placed them in the boxes, both looking focused.
"That'll be..." He looked at the screen in the corner of his eyes, which read '157.25$,' gulped the lump in his throat, and turned to face you. "78.62, please." Snatching your wallet, you paid, gathered the box, and smiled. "Have a wonderful day." You said as you walked away.
"Shit, Stu! This is the only chance we'll get to meet her!" He slapped his friend across the chest, causing him to stumble back. "I'll leave you here to finish our job, and I'll go get her!" Billy grinned broadly around the edges of his handsome face.
He ignored his friend's screams that he didn't know how to scan... This is his chance to shine! "Hey!" He exclaimed and you dared not to turn around, and your walk came to a halt.
You could hear the person pant as he slammed his hand against the wall, gasping for air. "Could I please... get your name? I'm Billy!" He smirked as he straightened his posture. He quickly added, "Oh, and my friend's name is Stu." "Why would you want to know my name?" You asked, wary of this man, your gaze meeting his. He was quite attractive, now that you think about it, and you could see his grin widening as you maintained eye contact with him.
"I'd like to know the name of the lovely lady I'm speaking with right now." You were speechless; the sentence was similar to the one said by your previous caller, though it was completely different; it had to be coincidence. "I don't... think I could give you information." You said, your voice resonating throughout the parking lot, despite the fact that he was only a few centimeters away. "It's not like it could do any harm!" He exclaimed, while you sighed.
"You're not going to give up, are you?" Yoh asked, he was still waiting patiently for your name. "Alright, F/N. My name is F/N, and it's nice to meet you, Billy." He narrowed his eyes and gave you a creepy grin, which only added to his beauty.
"Say, you're free this Tuesday, right?" You wondered, blinking. "Sure..." You murmured under your breath, aware that he was on top of the world thanks to his acute senses of hearing. It had been a few hours since Stu and Billy had finished their jobs and were now walking home together.
"Dude, I told you I'd be the one to ask her out with us, so how did it go while I was gone?" Billy wondered as he bit into his apple. "Don't even bother questioning me; you literally left me when I couldn't fucking scan! Those elderly couple scolded me for something I couldn't do; at the end of the day, they did it themselves."
As he finished the last bite and tossed it into a nearby bin, he chuckled. "Pass the bill, Stu. You owe me this time..." "You've got to be kidding." Stu grumbled as he handed him a $20 bill from his pocket.
"I figured I'd get away with it..." He grumbled as he combed his brown hair. "It's a big win for you... we've got ourselves a girl, and she's our type." Stu paused before nodding in agreement. "I suppose you're right after all."
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Fanfic- SLASHERS X !READER - ❝ We are truly meant to be, darling. ❞ As they smoothly dance, he says while grabbing her waist. Under the moonlight, their faces shone brightly; they weren't sure if they were soulmates, but a bond was forced between the two...
