Love Sick: Conflict

Prologue (Preview)

Someone was running down the stairs and through the school hallways.
No matter how far he ran, everywhere reeked of blood and death.

Everyone was gone.

He was so, so scared. Tears started to blur his vision, but he had to keep running, or he'd be next.

'Yuma...I need to find Yuma. If he's still alive. Oh god...'

A sob broke from his lips, and as he turned another corner, he froze in place.

At the student's lockers lied another couple of dead bodies. People from his class. He saw them almost every day, and now they were gone just like that. He almost threw up at the horrible sight and cried even more.
He knew he had to be quiet, but he couldn't help it. His sanity was slipping away.

'There's so much blood... just like upstairs. I need to hide, but...'

“Taro, is that you darling?!”

This voice. His eyes lit up with hope and his heart jumped with happiness.

“Yuma?!”, the boy yelped, turning to run to his savior. He hugged him so tight, he almost didn't notice his stained clothes. Stained with blood.

“Ah, are you hurt badly? What happened to you? Nurse's office... we need to go to the nurse's office!”, Taro panicked. He didn't wanna lose him, too.

“Don't worry about me, it's not my blood. But you... ohh, poor baby. You're trembling so much...”, the taller male said while bringing up a hand to cup his darling's cheek.

“Listen to me, Ayano is insane! Upstairs, there are more... she... she killed them... we have to... Wait. What did you say? Th-this is not your blood? What happened-”

His lovers' eyes darkened as they stared at him with undefined emotion.

“I made an agreement with Ayano. But she betrayed me like I expected her to. So I'm gonna do the same. I am not gonna let her take you away from me. I won't let her hurt you, my love.”

“Wha-...what does that mean? Yuma, you're scaring me! Please tell me you didn't hurt anyone. Please tell me...”,

he pointed at his dead classmates,

“...this isn't your doing?”

Taro took a step back. It felt even harder to breathe now even though he had stopped running long ago.
Yuma isn't such kind of a person. Yuma wouldn't...

“Would you still love me if it was? Are you gonna run away? Don't run, baby. You can maybe outrun a girl like Ayano, but not me.”

That was all Taro had to hear. It was stupid of him to ignore his warning, but now that he knew the only person he still trusted was a murderer, his survival instincts kicked in once again. He still loved him. But he was frightened. Frightened if Yuma actually still loved him enough to let him live.

He started sprinting towards the next stairs, his lover not running after him yet.

“Darling, if you stop and come back to me right now, I won't be angry”, the older student said in a calm but demanding voice.

But he kept running, starting to sob in fear as he climbed the stairs as fast as he could.

“TARO!!”

The voice boomed sinisterly, all the sudden void of the usual endearment.

Another pair of running footsteps could be heard now. And they sounded furious.
This was not Yuma anymore. If the Yuma he knew ever truly existed.

'He has never raised his voice at me before. Will he kill me if he catches me?!'

The boy was terrified now, and as he looked behind him, he saw his lover already catching up to him. It was a matter of seconds.

“NO! PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE! DON'T!”, Taro screamed, burning tears freely running down his face.

He tried to run faster, but to no awail.
Strong arms engulfed him harshly and pulled him to the muscular chest of his boyfriend.

“NOOO! NO, please don't hurt me, Yuma! Yuma...”, he begged under loud sobs, he was trembling so hard in his lover's grip.
This wasn't supposed to happen. He wanted Yuma to be gentle and kind to him like before.

His legs gave out and he would've crashed to the floor if Yuma didn't hold onto him.

He let his hand run through his darling's hairstrands, humming in satisfaction.

“Shhh, baby, it's okay, it's okay... take a deep breath for me... Yes, just like that. Good boy”, he cooed as he gave him a kiss on the head, a wicked sneer distorting his handsome features.

'Ahh, he's so small and fragile... I wanna crush him. I almost lost him to that wench.'

How did everything end up like this?

[A/N: Welcome everyone! Just to warn you guys, english is not my first language and I got my writing skills from reading a lot of AO3, which basically doesn't mean anything, but I hope my stuff is still readable. The cover is just a placeholder for now, I'm bad at making those tbh. I am not a professional and only doing this for fun. I still procrastinate a lot and for now, this is just me presenting a story idea I've had in my head for quite a long time. Let me know if you'd be interested in reading more. Have a good day!]