Kokudou Oneshots

(G/F) A little bit too in love

Lovely another request! This may have mentions of torture, beheading, loss of limbs, cannibalisms, obversion and all that gory stuff. Just a little warning if you don't like that.

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Michikatsu held up the severed head of Kotoha. The girl had been crushing on Douma for so long, it was time he got rid of her. He looked down at the mangled and broken body. Shame, she was a decent person, she just couldn't seem to keep her feelings inside. Stealing one of Douma's shirts from his locker was the final straw. Douma belonged to him and nobody else, He didn't talk to the blonde as much as he would have liked, but it didn't change anything, They were in love. Whether the blonde liked it or not.

He grabbed a black trash bag out of his kitchen an stuffed the girl's body inside and unloaded the bag into his car. He had to show Douma his love, how much he cared about him. He needed to know how far he was willing to go just for him. He started driving, he knew the way to Douma's house off by heart from all the times he had followed him home, just to make sure nobody else got to talk t him. He despised how far away it was, it was an inconvenience to constantly drive so far just to see his love. Perhaps after he gave him his gift he could convince him to love closer, or even to come live with him. Michikatsu could hope

Douma paced around the strong wooden chair he had tied the pink haired male to. Akaza used to be his best friend. But ever since he had started to like Michikatsu-dono things had turned sour. Douma would admit to himself, he was a bit of a yandere, however he was more interested in eating people rather than just killing them. What was he supposed to do with the body? It was a waste to let good meat rot. Usually he cut the meat off the bones of his victims in chunks, fillets and sometimes out it in a meat grinder. Everything tasted better with human meat inside it. The usually took the bones to the back of the butcher's shop down the road and buried them underneath the rotten scraps of meat and bones from animals the butcher had cut up. He felt sad for the animals, they had done nothing wrong. At least when he killed and ate someone, he had an excuse.

Said excuse this time was how his best friend, he had loved like a brother, had confessed and kissed Michikatsu-dono, IN FRONT of Him. He surely knew he loved him now, didn't he? He fawned over the beautiful dark-haired male every second he got. Was this supposed best friend an idiot?

No matter, he wasn't going to survive much longer anyway. Usually, he just lopped the head off his meals with a lovely axe head found in the shed and cut them to pieces with the same knife his mother used to kill his father all those years ago. This time was different. His intense hatred for the person strapped to the hair in front of him was so extreme that he had to torture, mentally break and destroy the horrid thing in front of him. Exactly what he planned to do.

The chair in itself had very wide legs and handles, thick wood that would be difficult to cut through. The back of the chair was high, made from the same thick wood. Leather straps allowed Douma to fix Akaza's limb to such wood. This would be good practice for his aim. While he waited for they boy to wake up, he prepared his tools, An axe, a knife, a smaller knife, pins and a thick black pen. Everything was ready, He gently shook his companion awake, acting as if nothing was wrong (The calm before the storm).

"Douma? Where the hell did you take me , why the fuck am I tired up, if this is some kink of yours-" It was true, Douma wouldn't mind being tied up. But only if it was his Michikatsu doing it.

"Ahaha! Your very funny Akaza! Don't worry. You have nothing to worry about!" The pink haired male noticed the pen in the blondes hands. 

"The fuck are you doing with that?" He watched the blonde curiously as he knelt down and marked places along Akaza's legs and arms. One below his knee, one above his knee. One below his elbow, one above his elbow. "Stop that! Your ruining my nice jeans! Why am I even here let me go!"