𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌

☙ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 : 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ❧

⚠️ WARNING: highly graphic content ⚠️

Suggested song: lambada (slowed would be better)
Also please open the video when I tell you :)

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The air in the Port Mafia's meeting room was unbearably heavy and unsettling. The news of Yarhar's recent actions had reached the bosses of both organizations, and Mori had just received the alarming information from Chuuya. Needless to say, Yarhar was one of the very few things that brought worry to the Boss. Her stubbornness and her extreme violence when she was in the Mafia was one of the reasons why he couldn't get her to obey most of his orders. But at the same time, he couldn't kick her due to her power.

The man sighed, rubbing his forehead with his two gloved fingers. The executives eagerly awaited his response. Slowly, he intertwined his fingers together, leaning them forward.

"Since this is our precious Haru we're talking about, the murder is to be hidden from the Special Ability Department. If they found out that she's still unstable, they might make a move. We can't possibly risk that." He paused. Koyou removed her oversized sleeve from over her mouth, "Then what do you suggest?"

"We wait."

"Wait, what?"

Mori closed his eyes, a serious aura circling him. When he opened them, only worry could be seen through them. Chuuya didn't want to disagree with his boss, but waiting was definitely not an option.

"We still have no idea about wether she was fully aware of her actions or not. You do know about her mental attacks." He clarified, "It'd be a whole another case if she was aware of what she was doing, and she does get partially unconscious when her emotions are overwhelming or taking control." He added.

"But how can we be sure of that?" Chuuya asked, almost sweating.

Mori looked directly at him, "There are two cases that we know about. One, when she gets blinded by rage. When this happens, destruction and extreme consequences take place." He stopped, "Two, when other specific emotions are what blinds her and allows her to do such actions. In this case, the damage is less, but it only causes more confusion to us." Mori explained to the ginger.

"Now, all we have to do is wait. If she did something else, we take action."

༻  TIMESKIP  ༺

Yarhar stood in the middle of a bedroom. And there was a girl, she seemed to be around her age. The girl didn't notice it when Yarhar creeped into the room through the opened window, which is why she ended up being pushed against the wall, a kitchen knife pressed on the soft skin of her neck. Tears kept streaming down her face, she couldn't sob since Yarhar covered her mouth with her hand. Yarhar pressed her harder on the wall, her eyes staring into the girl's. In the end, Yarhar let go of her, a sigh leaving her lips.

The girl slumped on the carpeted floor, trying to catch her breath. But before she could scream for help, she noticed a red liquid dripping heavily on her face. Looking up with her eyes, she saw Yarhar's palm bleeding right on top of her head, purposely letting the blood drip on the girl. Yarhar's eyes were wide-open, but also blank of any emotion. She slowly put a finger on her lips.

"Try to scream and I'll explode your face right here..." She warned.

The girl covered her mouth, still crying heavily. Yarhar roughly kicked her, making her fall on the ground. Before the girl knew it, Yarhar pressed her boots on her chest. The girl screamed.

Since the door was locked, her family couldn't open it.

"HELP! SHE WANTS TO KILL ME!!" She screamed on top of her lungs.

"Oh, shit- Just wait, okay?!" A masculine voice replied, "We'll call the police, okay?! Just hang in there!" And with that, the voice went off.

Yarhar remained silent, her malicious eyes still stabbing through the girl's. She began pressing her boot further against her chest, earning cries and begs. She put her other boot on her arm. The girl's eyes burned with anger and fear. "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!!" She screeched.

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Yarhar looked down, her face no longer visible. Due to the darkness in the room, it hid her just perfectly. She began making sobbing-like noises before stopping with a deep sigh.

"The pain... the suffering...

"He put me through this... he, made me a monster..."

She began chuckling, "If a monster he wants... then a monster... he will get." She whispered, following it by small, quiet chuckles. But quickly, her previous aura came back.

"He took everything from me! My heart, my mind... my ability to love. I'll never be the same..."

She took a deep, shaky breath. Taking out her knife once more, and kneeling down the girl's level. She grabbed her face, slamming her to the wall. Blood splattered, muffled cries could be heard. Yarhar brought the knife to her neck. She slowly raised her head to look at her prey.

"But now... he'll regret it."

"He'll regret it! For the rest... of his PATHETIC, worthless life!" She screamed, almost chuckling.

"I'm Yarhar." She spoke, "And don't you DARE, call me an artificial human... he called me that too..." She warned, pausing to carefully cut a fine piece of the girl's neck. She grunted in anger, "Oh... I will find him..."

"And I will kill him..."

She laughed, "Slowly~ painfully, with the worst pain he's felt yet!" She stopped, taking a look at her victim. "And then..." She stopped, not resisting the sadistic laugh that bloomed in her lungs. She looked at the girl dead in the eye, a wide grin on her lips.

"It's your turn..."

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Her eyes looked terrifying, as she slowly brought her knife closer and closer to her windpipe. Eventually, she swung her knife at full force, the girl's cries going mute. Her head flung across the room, blood splashing everywhere like rain on top of Yarhar. Her grin never left her lips. The head rolled on the floor, tainting the pink carpet with dark red. Blood spilled from the head like how tea is poured into a teacup.

Yarhar got up, spinning the knife in her hands before she brought it close to her lips. She licked the liquid tenderly from the blade, her tongue welcoming the sweetly sour flavor. Walking towards the window, she sits on the frame.

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"Girls shouldn't go to sleep," She paused, chuckling lightly.

"Because they wouldn't wake up."

She began chuckling louder, eventually letting out a bloodcurdling laugh that echoed through the walls. Still laughing maniacally, she leaned back into the window.

Her laughter faded as she let herself go, the loud sounds dying away when new sounds of the police took place.

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