Kakashi Is Bad At Love (Yandere Kakashi)

Kakashi is bad at love.

When I thought of love, this wasn't anywhere on my list. Thats probably because this wasn't love. This wasn't infatuation. It was obssessive. It was controlling. It was terrifying. And I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, find out who it was. Six months, and no leads. Not even a shadow of one.

And I think that was the worst part, that he was smart enough to hide his tracks for six months. What else could he hide, if he really wanted to. 

My Love, my darling Dove,

I saw you again today. You looked just as beautiful as you did the first time I saw you. I noticed you were looking at this, but never got it. You should learn to treat yourself more, you never buy anything for yourself. I decided I would treat you instead. I can't wait to smell it on you tonight.

With Love,

KH

I felt my knees shake beneath me as I opened the small box that had been sitting on top of the letter and revealed the expensive perfume that I had been eyeing in the mall earlier today. The same exact one. He had been there, watching me. I hadn't even noticed. Though did I really expect to notice a man I had never seen in a crowded mall? No, I didn't.

I looked up from the letter and. . . gift, my eyes wide as I searched around my home, looking for any open window or door. There had to be one open somewhere, because the letter and box hadn't been left on my front porch. No, they had been left on my coffee table, right in the middle of my living room.

But there was nothing. No sign of anyone having been in or around my home. Except for that goddamn perfume.

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My Love, my darling Dove,

I saw the way your eyes lit up when you read my letter, and the way you shook with excitement as you thought of me. I feel the same when I think of you. I feel my whole body burn and the only way to relieve myself is to touch you, feel you against my skin, let my heat mingle with yours. I'm sorry I didn't get to visit you in person, but you never went to sleep. You really shouldn't do that, you know. It's not good to stay up all night. It's also not good to keep me from seeing you, I start to go crazy when I don't.

I hope I can feel you soon, and smell my gift on you. Please use it before you sleep tonight, or I will just have to put it on you myself.

You know you won't be able to stay awake again tonight, so please humor me.

With Love,
KH

My hands trembled with fear and anger as I ripped the keys from the ignition and unlocked my doors. I felt my eyes burn with white hot anger as I made my way to the police station doors, the two letters in my hands and the perfume box in my purse. This time, this time they would be able to do something. Surely.

I looked around the station, trying to find the familiar face of the detective that had first handled me when I made my first appearance here. When I came in to report the man who had been following me for nearly two months at that point. When I handed them the first letter he had ever written me.

My Love, My darling Dove,

My Heart, My Flower,

The One I Wish To Devour,

What I felt when I saw you, the way my heart leaped as I gazed upon your beauty, the way my body ached to be near you as I saw you smile, the way my hands trembled, wishing they were running along your body, I hope you felt these things too. Even now, I dream of our first encounter and my body reacts the same way.