𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨 𝐔𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐌. 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter 8: We Are Not The Same

Kitaumekawa walked out of his home and looked back. He looked like the usual, friendly teacher that the students saw at school. He glanced back at his family. That's right. He was lying to everyone about the fact that he was single. He was married with a small child. "Bye bye, daddy!" the child cried innocently. His wife told him a quiet 'goodbye' as well. He waved.

He turned back and started in surprise. Standing there, outside of his home, was Satou. She was smiling sweetly. "Good morning, sensei!" she greeted in a friendly tone. Kitaumekawa let out a small sound of surprise as he gazed at the pink-haired girl. "Oh, are you a student from the school my husband teaches in?" Kitaumekawa's wife asked, looking from over his shoulder. "Yes! I had a question that I just can't figure out, and I really can't wait any longer." Satou reached up and unbuttoned a few buttons of her white top. Kitaumekawa's eyes widened when he saw Satou expose her bra. "I'm sorry that I'm bothering you in such early hours of the morning." Satou finished. His wife smiled and began walking towards the girl. But Kitaumekawa stood in front of her. "You're such a passionate little girl, aren't you? It's such a pleasure to meet-" the woman bumped into her husband. She looked up at the tall man in confusion.

"Mhm, nice to meet you, too, miss!" Satou was holding her alarm. Her eyes were dark and she had a sadistic smile on her face. Kitaumekawa gulped. "Matsuzaka-san, how about you tell me about this question as we walk?" he asked, still maintaining that decietful friendly tone.

Satou and him walked together. Of course, the question thing was a lie. "Sensei, your wife and your child are so adorable. I do wonder why you're trying to hide the fact that you have a family." Satou asked him in a mocking tone. Kitaumekawa narrowed his purple eyes. "Just one woman isn't enough to satisfy my desires. I want to have relationships with many women. I want to love them and be loved by them." he turned around to face Satou, his face displaying the crazed look she saw last night. "That's my view on the meaning of love." Kitaumekawa finished.

For a split second, Satou could see her aunt. She had a vision of her past. Her younger self was holding a jar filled to the brim with sweets of all kinds. Her aunt added another. "This is what love is, too." her aunt said in a sadistic kind of voice. "Love?" her younger self repeated.

"You've been in relationships with many men before, haven't you? You understand this feeling!" Satou heard her aunt's voice laced within Kitaumekawa's, and she lost herself. She grabbed her teacher's tie and looked up at him with her own insane expression. Her eyes resembled the predatory gaze Kitaumekawa gave her last night. "I don't relate at all." she said listlessly.

"You just want all those women to satisfy you and make you feel good. You just like the risk of people finding you out, it gives you a thrill." Kitaumekawa sweatdropped. Her eyes were boring into him, as if she could see the entirety of his being. Satou kicked him down and placed her foot on Kitaumekawa's sensitive spot. She rubbed down on it and continued staring at her teacher.

"If you want excitement that bad, then shall I back you into a corner? I could always inform your wife about what you're doing and have your whole family destroyed. I could always inform the school and have you under inspection. Besides, I just know that I'm not the first student you've behaved this way to." Satou explained it in a calm voice. Kitaumekawa was losing himself. She called him trash, and he gripped his tie. Satou tilted her head. "Don't you get it? What you explained to me was not love at all. You're just some masochist who enjoys this treatement." Satou degraded him. Kitaumekawa's face was completely flushed and he was sweating. Tears were brimming at the edges of his eyes as he pondered about how good he was feeling.

Satou removed her foot and gazed down at her teacher like he was the lowest human being on earth. "I've finally found the one that I truly love with my entire being." she placed her arms behind her back and leaned down. Her face was inches away from her teacher's face. "I don't need someone of the likes of you comparing himself to me." Satou practically spat.

She backed away and turned her back on him. "Ah, I do have something I'd like to ask of you. There's some trash that I have, and I don't know how to get rid of it." Satou looked back over her shoulder and faced Kitaumekawa. Her voice was perfectly calm and steady, yet terrifying.

Then, she really turned away and began walking her usual route to school. It felt bitter when Kitaumekawa was explaining his concept of love to her. She knew he wasn't right. You couldn't just share love around and give it to multiple people. It had to be reserved for your one and only.

'My one and only..' Satou smiled, a light blush covering her cheek. Whenever she thought of Y/N, she couldn't feel anything but her evergrowing love for them. Satou brought her hand up to her chest to feel her heartbeat. She closed her eyes, basking in this sweet feeling of love. 'It's as though I've been reborn because I love Y/N-chan so much. I want them to teach me anything and everything I need to know about this feeling. That's why I can't allow anyone to stand in our way. I'll protect this bond Y/N-chan and I have.' Satou looked up, her eyes glimmering with happiness, and a small smile on her face. 'I'll protect our happy sugar life!' she thought.

She looked ahead. What was that? A middle-aged woman. Her H/C-coloured hair hung loosely down her back and over her shoulders. She wore a white shirt with a green cardigan over it. And she wore a long, light purple skirt. It was definitely an old lady's sense of fasion. "Please, have this." she offered Satou when she walked by. It was a flyer. Satou's eyes widened when she looked down at the flyer, but she still took it from the woman's hand. Satou quickly walked over the bridge that was over the busy roads. She gazed at the flyer with a confused look on her face.

It was a missing person's poster. Normally, Satou wouldn't mind. But when she saw Y/N's face on the poster, she had to take it. 'Missing; Y/N L/N. Call this number: [phone number], if you think you have a lead to where they are, or if you've found them.'  the poster read. Satou lowered the poster and took out her phone. She secretly took a picture of the middle-aged woman.

'This is going to be a problem.' she thought as she tilted her head.