The Way I Loved You || manjiro sano - yandere au

chapter eight

TW: violence, kidnapping (not the reader), and torture

AT AN ABANDONED WEARHOUSE is where Mikey stopped his motorcycle. The sweet hum of his engine quickly died down as he turned off the ignition and stepped off the bike, hands in his pockets and he strode over to the building where he was going to meet someone.

Surprisingly, he didn't see any guards or delinquents around the area as he welcomed himself into the private territory.

Sliding open the rusted metal door, he was careful of his surroundings. Had he told any of his friends from Toman, they would have advised him not to go because it could be a trap and they should move as a group but this was something Mikey needed to do by himself.

He blames himself for not being there for you. For being ignorant to think that you would be fine without him by your side.

He should have stuck to your side, all day, every day. Every hour, every minute of your daily life. In that way, he could ensure your safety.

That's right, the only time you would be truly safe was for him to be by your side. No matter how much he proves his superiority to other gangs, there would always be men who dared to think that they can out wit him.

Mikey's fingernails dug deeply against the skin of his palm as he finally sees a sight to behold in front of him. At a distance from him, he could see the sun fall inside the broken ceiling of the warehouse and fall on a man badly beaten and tied into a chair.

The man was unconscious, too exhausted from the beatings he took both physically and mentally. His head hung low, blood continuously dripping from the wound inflicted on his head.

KISAKI stood beside the man. He was alone and carried no weapons. He doesn't appear to be an apparent threat to Mikey but seeing as how he dealt with the man was more than enough of a sign to be careful around him.

"Mikey." Kisaki nodded as a simple greeting.

"Is this the one?" Mikey glared at the unconscious man with eyes that burned with utmost hatred. He may appear calm and nonchalant, but he was anything but nonchalant.

His blood boiled at the mere recollection of you sprawled on the hospital bed after obtaining major injuries. His heart clenches whenever you retell the story of how you tried to defend yourself from ten men.

"He's the leader." Kisaki adjusted his glasses and stepped out of the way to let Mikey observe the man up close. Kisaki kept his hands behind his back as he watched Toman's president stride closer to his captive.

"This is the man who gave the order to attack (name)," Kisaki explained further and he didn't miss the way Mikey shot him a cold stare just from hearing your name leave his mouth.

Kisaki was amused by his reaction. Who knew that the simplest act of muttering your name would cause Mikey to fret?

Perhaps, Mikey didn't want your name to be stained by the likes of him.

"If (name) was alone and shot, who knows what else would they have done to her? These types of men never go easy even on women."

"Leave." Mikey stopped him there. He had enough of him putting more ideas into his head and all he wanted to do now was release these pent-up frustrations. Looking down at the man in front of him, Mikey thinks about how pathetic he looked.

Did he think that he can get away with hurting a person he truly treasured? It was pathetic of them to think of that and furthermore, they even choose to attack as a group on one girl and they still managed to lose.

A sense of pride tickles his chest, knowing you stood your ground. He noticed that a few of his injuries weren't fresh, possibly inflicted by you.

"Enjoy, Mikey. He's all yours." Kisaki smiled menacingly, watching as Mikey picked up a bucket of cool water. He wanted the man to be awake to experience the pain while he was conscious.

Of course, this wasn't going to be an easy way out for the man on the chair. Mikey doesn't plan on ending his life there and then. Rather, he'd prefer to keep his life by a thread and torture him as he pleased. Mikey would continue until the man would plead for death itself to take him.

Mikey would make him regret putting even a single finger on you. He'd make him regret he was even born.

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HUMMING at the sound of his endless screams of pain, Kisaki looked at his wristwatch. He has been gone for a few hours to take care of something and Mikey still hasn't finished torturing the man. He could hear the pleas and apologies of the man but to no avail.

His pleading would only fall on deaf ears, too consumed by the growing hatred and blinded by his rage.

Only a few moments later would the screaming stop. The rusty doors of the warehouse creaked open to reveal Mikey, his once-white shirt now dirty with sweat, blood, and swatches of dust.

The latter walked passed Kisaki and straight to his bike which he had already turned on. The engine roared, breaking the eerie silence of the abandoned area. Before he could drive off, Kisaki had to remind him, "Don't forget about our deal, Mikey."

"Make me Toman's new third-division captain. That was our deal in exchange for finding the people who hurt your childhood friend. I'll even help you discover the reason behind their attack."

Mikey spared him a single blank glance before he drove off into the distance.

He knew it was wrong for him to make reckless decisions such as this. Kisaki was not a decent choice but he was torn between you and his gang.

For all Mikey knew, he'd abandon everything else just to be with you, even Toman, something he truly treasured. Because you were there before Toman, before anyone else was.

Faced with desperation and the need for revenge, Mikey believes it was okay for him to be selfish. Was it? Was it okay for him to act selfishly to protect you?

He'd carry the burden of it all. The burden of the guilt and shame he would face when he introduces Kisaki to Toman without hearing any of the opinions of the other captains. He'd carry the consequences of his actions.