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

Chapter 71: Act of Service

Ryota had prepared very well to present his gift to the (h/c) haired girl. She wanted him to prove himself worthy of her love, so that was exactly what he planned on doing. To his understanding, she had her own love language, and that was protecting the people she adored. And since he adored her, he had to prove he could protect her. Since she had gone and disposed of Lady Elora "Clement" Nakazaka, he had to do something of equal caliber, and, luckily, he had the perfect candidate.

There were a number of individuals she had looked at as candidates. Even after she had spent the night with him, she had considered numerous people. At the parties she had gone to with him, there were a few that approached her, but there was one that she had taken a particular interest in. At the time, Ryota was bathing in envy, but now he was grateful she had already picked out a target for him.

Asai Katakura was the youngest son of an Athainian politician. His family was respected, but not so wealthy. That was probably why it was so easy to have Ryota's bodyguards take him from his home without any interference. So now the male was being tied up to the ground, his limbs all pointing in a different direction. He was scared, too, crying and begging to be set free even with the gag stuffed in his mouth. As soon as it was taken out, however, the green-haired male looked at him curiously.

"Look, I don't know what you think I did but my sis can pay!"

Ryota was certain he wanted to present (Y/n) with a gift, but he was finding it difficult trying to figure out how exactly he should present the male. Obviously, she didn't want him alive. The whole purpose of the activity was to prove his dedication to her. That meant he needed to be dead or near it. And considering the level of brutality the younger girl showed Lady Nakazaka, he needed to match it or do her one better. It was difficult, to say the least.

"I've never been a creative person," the green-haired male huffed, crossing one leg over the other while he sipped on his precious coffee, "So I'm not sure how to live up to an experienced serial killer. Why don't you make me mad? I'm sure I can come up with something then."

"Are you going to kill me? I swear I - "

"You know Miss Ya - No, it's Shiratori. That makes me far happier than it should. At Lady Nakazaka's party, you gave flowers to (Y/n)."

"Is this because she was the fiancee of Shota Yasojiro?! I heard she wasn't with him anymore, so I thought it would be alright if I - "

"I don't want to hear his name, but I suppose you did make me mad."

Ryota narrowed his eyes at that title. The (h/c) haired girl wasn't the redhead's fiancee and even when she was called that, she never had the wherewithal to understand it. Her amnesia put her at a disadvantage. How was she supposed to know that Yasojiro was a back-stabbing murderer? Of course, she also held the title of "murderer", but at least she was upfront about the people she hated.

In his irritation at picturing the redhead, the male trailed his eyes over the empty warehouse. It was supposed to be used for a project his father had started, namely to store the newly manufactured items. Either way, it was sparsely inhabited, with only a few dusty tables, chairs, and the car that they had come in with. As the noble boy kept rambling that he was sorry and would do anything to make amends, all Ryota could think about was the massive headache he had, pounding away at his skull. He wished the male would just shut up so he could think. That was when the idea hit him, his eyes trailing back to the car.

"Would one of you drive the car for me really quickly?" he questioned, one of his bodyguards nodding and following his instructions, "Then, let's start with the left hand. You used that to offer my lovely lady flowers."

Though he didn't explicitly say it, his bodyguard seemed to understand his wishes, starting up the car before rolling the wheels over the noble boy's hand. He did it quickly at first, figuring Ryota wanted an immediate punishment, but as the corporate heir made a sour face, the man did it a little slower. It was then that the green-haired male was able to fully savor the sight of the arrogant Athainian noble screaming in pain. He tried to pull away, but it was of no use. Even if not for the rope restraining every limb of his body, the pressure of the car on his digits made it impossible for him to pull away. Or, well, that was what Ryota thought.