The Collector

12

It was a silent morning. The weather is perfectly fine to visit the cemetery or more like the temple where your father was laid to rest.

Today is your father's death anniversary. He has been dead before you could get into high school. His life insurance has supported your daily basic needs but was not enough for your schooling so you had to get a student loan.

Such a tough life you had.

"We're here Mikey." You stopped in front of the Hakaishi with your family name engraved.

"It's already cleaned." He said as he put down the wooden bucket with dipper.

"It was probably my mother." You had a faint smile but sadness was visible in your eyes.

"You still have a mother?"

"Yes. But she left me after my father died. She blamed me for his death... which is true. So I can't help it. "

Mikey was just silent and did not tried to ask how he died and why you were blamed. He just pulled you in his arm and hugged you tightly.

After lighting an incense and offering a prayer, you left immediately with Mikey. The drive was filled with silence and you were just staring outside the window.

Not too long and he made a stop. He parked his car in front of a classy cafe with an open terrace. Your mood lightened up a bit upon entering. But then, you decided to take the seat outside because the view was kinda relaxing.

After ordering, you excused yourself to use the toilet. Mikey wanted to go with you but you told him you won't take long so he stayed.

Upon entering the toilet, the door shut abruptly and you were pulled inside a cubicle forcefully. You were not able to fight back because it happened so fast and you lost consciousness after your mouth was covered with a drugged handkerchief.

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When you opened your eyes, a different view had struck you.

The wall was painted white with only few furnitures. A bed, a couch with center table, television, and a small fridge. There were 2 doors. One for entrance and maybe one for the toilet and bath.

You were lying in bed. Groggily, you tried to sit up and held your forehead.

Suddenly, someone opened the door and revealed a man in platinum blonde. Mikey crossed your mind. He would worry because you did not came back from the toilet. What if he thinks you ran away from him.

"You're awake. How do you feel?" The man said as he closed the door and walked closed to you. He sat on the bed and cupped your chin.

"Where am i? And why did you take me?" You asked confused.

" You're really pretty in person." He chuckled softly. "No wonder Mikey is keeping you beside him."

You did not utter any word. So this person knows Mikey you thought to yourself.

He ran his thumb on your lips. You flinched because you felt his touch getting intimate. But you are scared to act hastily.

He laughed. "Scared?" He slipped in his thumb inside your mouth and twirling it on your tongue. " it's fucking warm." He pulled out immediately and licked his thumb never breaking the eye contact with you.

"What do you need from me?" You asked in almost inaudible voice.

The man stood up from his seat and walked toward the door. "I have an important thing to settle with Mikey. You'll stay here until i get what i want."

He opened the door and before he could go out, you stopped him.

"Wait..."

He stopped and turned his head to you.

"What... is your name?"

"Izana. Kurokawa Izana. Remember it
y/n."

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