Prisoner's Conviction (Yandere Detective x Reader x Yandere Heirs)

Chapter 66: Guilt

Beotia chuckled as she inspected the (h/c) haired girl, ecstatic at the opportunity to touch such a rare specimen. Shota watched carefully as she did so, warning her to try anything, lest the finger he pressed on the gun were to accidentally twitch. Hotaka was also there upon his own insistence. He refused to let the redhead in a room with her without supervision. For all he knew, the murderer was planning on hypnotizing her or drugging her with something. Ryota, on the other hand, despite the other two's predictions, said he needed a moment to himself. They hadn't seen him since.

"Ever the tranquil specimen," the woman snickered, tracing the girl's lips with her bandaged finger.

Quick to put a stop to it, Hotaka lunged forward, pulling her away. He forgot to monitor his own strength, the woman falling to the floor with a skid. It was digging her already necrotic skin out of its rightful place, bits of hardened blood and scabs marking her stop. The redhead sighed aggressively and pulled back the militant, glaring at him for interfering. Even if the woman was unsettling, she was the only one who knew the inner workings of (Y/n)'s kind, so she was necessary.

"Get off of me," the purple-haired male growled, pulling his arm back out of the male's grasp.

"Let the woman do her job."

Hotaka's nose scrunched up. He disliked how handsy the witch-like "scientist" was being, particularly when she would make the most bizarre facial expressions. But he remained still, choosing to stay put while he scrutinized the woman. She was truly creepy. Every single part of her screamed danger. If he were to run into her on the street, he would have bolted the other way. That was how unsettling she was.

But, more so, he couldn't help but notice the countless wounds all over her and her matted, nearly ripped-out hair. He trailed his eyes skeptically over to the redhead, who pretended the younger male didn't exist. It was beyond obvious she had been locked up for months, maybe even years. Insanity had set in as well, but whether or not she was already in such a state when Shota imprisoned her was beyond him. Still, when the ravenette finally perked up, both males snapped to attention.

"Still very sensitive," she murmured, giving a much larger smile than was normal, "Let's wake her up. Just for a moment."

Hesitant, Shota eventually stepped forward and took the younger girl in his arms, removing a vial from the woman's bag. Of course, the purple-haired male quickly snatched it away, inspecting it carefully. He gave a side-eye to the redhead for trying to use something suspicious. The male anticipated it to be some kind of paralytic agent, but as he smelled it in a small dose, he didn't feel any symptoms. And considering his lack of extensive background in chemistry or biology, he didn't have any guesses as to what it could be. Soon enough, Shota snatched it back.

"Quit second-guessing me," he spat, moving the girl's hair to the side of her face as he held the vial up to her nose, "You wouldn't know anything about this."

"You can't blame me for wanting to keep her safe from you."

"Can't I?"

After scoffing at the younger male, the redhead carefully observed as the girl's eyes flickered open. She didn't seem to be fully conscious, but she was moving. It was as if she was still in a dozing state, unable to really comprehend her surroundings or what happened. Still, it was enough for the woman to conduct a few more tests on her. During the ordeal, the younger girl was completely out of it, sometimes tugging back her hand as if she thought she was in a bad dream. Then there was the constant mumbling that she was doing. It sounded almost alien, but considering her lack of lucidity, it could have just been gibberish.

Though there was a constant use of different materials the militant had never laid his eyes on, he wasn't able to check them individually. For starters, the woman kept shoving him away as if he was trying to steal them from her, and the red-haired male acted no differently. He was more than just annoyed at the interruptions, spewing insults at the defensive individual for meddling in something he knew less than nothing about.