A Need for Love || Yandere Giyuu x Shinobu || KNY Modern

Chapter 1: A Feeling

Giyuu POV

I young, naive, and a overall happy and cheerful kid. In my mind I thought, 'Everything will forever be great! As long as I got them by my side!' Oh how naive I was to think that way.

I lived with my older sister. It was just me and her. I loved her dearly, she loved me dearly. She would make me salmon daikon for dinner every other night, my favorite dish to eat with her at the dinner table. It was lovely, peaceful, joyful, wonderful life we were living. My parents had died in a car accident when I was younger, I barely remember them, but it's okay because I still had my sister by my side.

I had a friend next door, he was my best friend. His name was Sabito, he lived with his adoptive father next to me. We would always hang out, bringing his sister Makomo with us. We always had a blast, playing with sticks like they were swords. They would join us for dinner sometimes. It was always 10 times more fun when they were with us. Their father was nice too. He treated me like one of his own whenever I went next door.

Life was perfect, I had everything I can ask for; a best friend and his sister, someone who I saw as a father, and my older sister. Until.. that day happened. God I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was sleeping while my sister was cleaning up the kitchen. Sabito and Makomo were with me, they were sleeping in sleeping bags next to my bed. Suddenly, all three of us heard her scream, not a normal scream, but a bloody, dying, loud, scream. It still echos in my head when I remember that night. Us being the curious 9 year olds we were, we went downstairs to see what was up, and we were all horrified to see my sister laying on the floor, blood surrounding her, stab wounds all over her chest. She wasn't breathing, she had no heart beat. Before we can react, Makomo screamed and got shot in the head. Me and Sabito were terrified. He told me to run and I did, and that was the last time I saw him alive. I went next door to our father, we rushed back and went into a house full of blood and death. The murderer disappeared. He would later get caught but I never felt the same again.

The man next door would legally adopt me, however I never felt the same. I struggled with emotions, I couldn't feel happy, I didn't cry, I just felt nothing, broken, incomplete. He would try to make me feel better, gave me a bunch of nice things, however I never felt complete, happy, joyful, all I felt was guilt, regret, despair. I would later move out and get my own apartment near by, when I finally got to high school.

I had no friends, I was quiet, didn't talk to many people unless I had to, I was a loner. During my first and second year, I felt empty, broken, and felt as if I would never feel happy again..

However.. One day.. That would change.. When I bumped into her..

"*bump* ahh! Shit my bad sir! Im new here and I was just trying to get to class!" The girl said, quickly scrambling to pick up her stuff. I didn't know what to say, but when I looked at her, I suddenly felt something I hadn't felt since that day, happiness, joy, and love. She helped me up and helped get me my things, while she quickly ran off to class. I couldn't mutter a word. I was madly inlove.

'I need her...' I thought to myself, walking to class. However, I was angered when I saw her talking to someone, someone popular, someone joyful, handsome.. Douma..

I felt a pit of rage and anger deep inside of me, but I kept it inside. I knew one thing and one thing for sure.

'He needs to get away, or else I will end him myself'...