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

O'tka's Ending: Cikloge

(Y/n) was tired of it. She was tired of people taking away her past; of them dismissing who she was in favor of who they wanted her to be. No matter what, nothing belonged to her. Her body wasn't hers, her mind wasn't hers, and her beliefs weren't even hers. She was the product of breeding. That was all. It was nothing more and nothing less, and, in the end, no matter how many people had promised her they would protect her from that ending, she was left disappointed. So, what else was she to do besides do the protecting herself?

She all but kicked the door down to make the goal come to fruition, arriving later face to face with the brunette who had put the idea in her head. Giving a look of rage and desperation, she was quick to grab him at the collar and strangle him. Though the brunette pleaded with her to see reason and talk to him civilly, she would do no such thing. He was there because he had a role to play, just as she did, and he needed to stick to it.

"Go get Hotaka."

The brunette scampered off, probably still under the impression that she had been the one responsible for the decapitated head. Of course, she saw no need to correct the misunderstanding, especially since he listened better when he was afraid of her. In fact, he listened so well that the purple-haired male was brought to her within the hour, despite the fact that he had been across the city with his siblings. As he came back into the house, he gave a beaming expression, fiddling with his thumbs behind his back.

"You wanted me?" he questioned, tempting to emphasize that it was him she was in need of.

The girl didn't respond. At least, she didn't do so verbally. Instead, she wasted no time, moving to squeeze against him, her arms snaking around his form. She nuzzled into him, every aspect of his strength invigorating her. (Y/n) might have enjoyed it too much, forgetting how inexperienced the male was with romantic affection. As she looked up, she saw a very dumb look on his face, the male shocked and his nose bleeding a bit. She wiped it away promptly before interlocking her fingers with his.

"You stole my test."

The male's face burned up, the militant unsure of what to say or do to make an excuse for such an action. He had known it was wrong, but he didn't know that she would ever find out. That being said, being faced with it, he could only mumble words that had nothing to do with one another. It was his hope that he could mutter his way out of it, not wanting to be hated by her. That was his worst fear at the moment, and his heart raced conflictingly.

"And my pencil."

He flared up more, his nonsensical rambling just becoming even more incomplete and louder. She could even see the poor thing start to shake, his eyes watering up. The girl had to bite back a smile. Even if he didn't understand it himself, what he felt for her was love, so to see him struggle with that was precious. He was so adorably innocent, getting flustered like that. It was enough to make her want to tease him.

"I heard you broke both."

The male's look of fluster turned into one of guilt and regret. He had torn the test while trying to wrestle it away from Kenko. Then he had spiraled into a state of manic frenzy while trying to fix it and return it to its original luster. In the process, he realized there was no fixing the paper, so he began to fiddle with the pencil instead. Though, he must have been scared to break it as well, holding it extremely protectively wherever he walked. It just happened that he was a little too protective, snapping it in half when fearful of others asking for it.

"I'm sorry," he sobbed, clenching tightly onto her hand with utter despair, "I just...I just wanted to admire them, but I ended up destroying them. It wasn't on purpose, I swear. I can buy you a new pencil - No, I can buy you as many new pencils as you want! So, just, please, don't hate me."