Killer x Reader His profession AU

XVI

Weeks had passed since your exchange with Smoker in the hospital. Those weeks were filled with the coming and going from the detective himself and his assistant, the healing process, small updates from Kid on having infiltrated the police station and going back home. No word of what happened to Killer, which was strange. The serial killer had been big news before, now there was radio silence all around him. You had asked Smoker about it as you genuinely wondered what happened to him. "He has been put behind jails and awaits justice for now. We don't like the publicity he got in the same timespan you were abducted and fear others might overtake his example if give him any more attention." It would sounds reasonable, but you really wanted to know how he was doing. Was he hurting? Were others hurting him for what he did? Many more questions had filled your mind and yet, none would be answered.

Right now, you sat on your bed, knees pulled up to your chest as music softly filled the surrounding silence. In the same room, Sanji and Robin sat on chairs waiting for you to tell what was going on. The both of them had taken some days off for you, keeping you company so you wouldn't feel lonely. Yet, even with their company, with their small actions to make you as comfortable as possible, you couldn't help but feel that way. Sure, the human contact, the socializing with others was great, but not the way it used to be. You had changed, and it became noticeable. 'Troublesome.' You thought, not wanting them to dig any further than they already had. Robin sighed softly as she turned her eyes away from you. "You know you can tell us everything, right?" She murmered, her eyes meeting Sanji's.

"Yes, (y/n)-san. We're your friends, remember?" Sanji started, taking your hand from your knee in his own hand. His were warm, comforting and smooth despite his cooking. Giving them a small smile, you muttered your thanks to them.

"It's just a lot, actually." Sanji smiled at you, encouraging you to elaborate. "It hurt, there was darkness yet light guiding me through the whole experience. It hurt from time to time, yet it wasn't damaging that much. It's.. difficult to explain." Sanji's fingers tightened their hold before loosening up a little bit again, showing sympathy in his own way. "I think I can't explain, actually." You said, chuckling sadly at them. 'Liar.' It felt bad, telling them small things, yet only vague truths. The both of them bought it all what you could provide them with. It still had taken you almost the entire evening before they left your room and apartment eventually. With a tired sigh, you fell back on your matrass, your arms spread to your left and right. Everything, every single word you had spoken aloud the last weeks, you had calculated, remembered as a mantra for you to not forget. Whether they were lies or small truths, everything that was said, must be remembered.

For Killer.

The day in court was long and dreading on. Families, friends had stated their loss to Killer, who sat there with his head held low. Maybe he felt sorrow, but you weren't sure. You, yourself, sat far away from him, getting mere glimpses from him from the corner of your eye. Turning your head to him might give something way that people had forgotten until now. You'd like to keep it that way. People were crying, bowling their eyes out as their throats grew sore of screaming for justice. It hurt, to know how many Killer actually killed and tortured to get to you, to practice for the last person to perform his kind of justice on. Shannon. Her parents spoke last. Praising their daughter for living for this long, enduring the horrible torture Killer had used on her. Your stomach churned in response to their words, their praises and believes of their daughter to be innocent in every way. Killer's hands were turning white from holding them in a fist tightly, his jaw set and eyes blazing in resentment for these naïve people. How easily their daughter had around her finger, especially now that some details had been laid forth, was unbelievable.

It hurt.

As Killer took the chance to look your way, you caught his gaze and broke it almost immediately as you bit your lower lip.