𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐨 𝐔𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐮 𝐌. 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Chapter 29: Heart-Shaped Gunshot Wound

Blood. Splattered everywhere. Covering the walls and the floors with its crimson colour.

Satou looked at the knife in her hand. It was coated in crimson liquid, too. She looked down at the lifeless body of Shoko Hida. Her co-worker. Her best friend. Her ominous red eyes were dull and unforgiving. Out of all people, why did it have to be Shoko? Satou hated everyone. The only person she loved truly and dearly was Y/N. But, even so, Shoko still had a specific place in her heart. She never wanted to hurt her. But she had been forced to. Her life would've been ruined!

 Back before she met her beloved, there was a young artist who lived in the apartment she currently resided in. In his eyes, Satou was a confusingly beautiful individual, and invited her into his home so that he could paint a portrait of her. He was the first man that didn't ask for sex. He was calm and polite. Satou found herself opening up to him. For the first time, Satou was comfortable enough to talk about her true emotions. She confided in him about how incomplete she felt since she hadn't found love. He listened patiently, silently admiring this perplexing charm Satou seemed to emit. He couldn't put his finger on it. It confused him. As detailed as his artwork was, nothing could capture the sheer beauty that he saw within the girl.

But she found Y/N. When she brought them home from the pouring rain, he saw it for the first time. He saw what he liked about Satou. All this while, she didn't know what love was. She claimed that it made her feel empty. Like there was a hole in her heart. She was incomplete.

And he liked that. Her beauty was how incomplete she was. He wanted to be that puzzle piece that fitted perfectly into her heart. He wanted to be the one that filled her up. He wanted to be the only one she confided in. He wanted to make her feel complete. He...loved her. That person she brought home. They were a hindrance to his work. They were in the way. His hands moved on his own. He found them wrapped around their neck, attempting to strangle Y/N to death.

However, Satou stopped him. With a little bit of strength, fueled by her rage, Satou made sure that the artist who once created magnificent pieces of art with simple flicks of his wrists never moved again. And she killed him with the thing he cherished most. An easel to hold his canvases. Satou didn't regret it. He had tried to kill the person she considered to be her one and only love. She thought that maybe she would allow the artist to look at them, share in their sweetness. But now he was gone. He couldn't hurt Y/N anymore. Her precious Y/N.

Satou never told Y/N about the artist she killed for their sake. She lived a blissful life with them by her side. And so, she marked that day as their anniversary. Satou went out to buy cakes excitedly. Her heart fluttered in her chest and red blush settled on her cheeks. After buying cakes, she wanted to rush home and present them to Y/N. To see a delighted smile spread onto their lips as they thanked her. But something caught her eye. Two rings. Something compelled her to go closer. They were beautiful. Glistening gently under the light. Rings that were suitable for a wedding. Satou smiled softly. She made her way into the shop and towards the rings.

Sweetness and joy rose in her heart as Satou cuddled Y/N on the sofa. Seeing them enjoying the cake she bought was as wonderful as she imagined. Y/N got up and asked her something. Something that made an unknown feeling course through her body. "Satou-chan, think I could bake cakes like that? I've never baked before, but someday I'll learn and bake a big and delicious cake for you!" they had said. Someday. Someday in the future. Future? Satou's eyes widened. She never thought about spending the future with Y/N. It made her so unbelievably happy.