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

chapter nineteen

cw: slight mentions of gore and blood
Q: what happened to s2 of this story?
If you read the announcement, I mentioned that I will be rewritting the plot of the story.

THE DOOR BELL RINGS LOUDLY, interrupting what silence your home had moments prior. You hastily got up from your seat and put down the notebook you were carrying to open your door.

Your eyes travel down to the neatly packaged box on the ground but its owner was nowhere to be found. It seemed to be left in haste after the person rang the doorbell. Whatever it is, it wasn't the first.

For the last few weeks, you've been receiving some odd gifts randomly without some sort of schedule. These gifts ranged from weird to extremely bizarre and frightening. 

There were clothes with blood stains and dust, they would often be tattered and most likely belonged to a male. On rare occasions, the sender would wrap up a human tooth or some other human body parts that would reek of decay and blood.

Those weren't the worst items you've received. In some cases, you had to dispose of limbs and other internal factors. Truly disturbing, yet, you haven't told anyone about it knowing that the person behind it wouldn't want you to.

These gifts they've been sending were to taunt you, to see how long it will take for you to break and get satisfaction over your reaction. In a way, they won.

Any normal person would shriek at the sight of a dismembered limb or blood-soaked clothing, especially when it was wrapped in pink wrapping paper and red ribbons as though it was a specific occasion.

As much as you hated having to dispose of these odd gifts, you couldn't say much to anyone because of the deal you made with a certain man many months ago.

You have yet to see the man with the Hanafuda earrings but it seems that he was making his presence known again. Perhaps this was his way of reminding you of your end of the deal.

Still, it wasn't clear to you what your deal was. He had rushed off that you couldn't sink into the full details besides the fact that you were to tell no one about it.

Slowly, you were expecting to see him once again. If not soon, maybe in the future. But you only wish that he would stop sending you such horrifying gifts.

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DURING FREE PERIOD, everyone in the class opted to form into groups and share their latest gossip with their friends and others wanted to take it as an opportunity to sleep.

Mikey was one of those people in the latter, who was very fond of sleep. Despite sleeping the entire day, he was still very much half asleep when he raised his head to ask you something as you were scribbling something in your notebook.

"(Name)? Did you like my gift?''

Your heart dropped to your stomach and you feel the hand holding your pen shake. Your heart was beating with uneasiness as your mind flashed images of the dismembered bodies decorated with adorable wrapping paper.

Feeling as though you were going to puke your breakfast, you tried to respond calmly. You didnt want Mikey to suspect that anything was wrong with you because he was one to be pushy when concerned.

Instead, you tried your best to show him a calm smile and a half-hearted answer. "What... what gift? The one I received yesterday?''

Mikey raised his brow, confused. "Um, no. The snacks I left at your desk- oh wait. Now that I remember it, I ate them so that's why you couldn't remember." He scratched his head.

You sighed in relief, whatever uneasy feeling you had disappeared because of Mikey's idiocy and forgetfulness. Still, you realized that it truly bothered you because you were overthinking every detail.

Even though you fully knew who was responsible for those gifts,  you still couldn't help but feel uneasy whenever you were around Mikey. It's not as though you don't trust him, but you were worried that he would learn about your involvement with Izana.

"And someone has been sending you gifts?"

You weren't looking at Mikey but you could tell that he said it with a pout. He sounded disappointed and perhaps in an interrogating tone but it was discreet.

You were correct. When you looked over at Mikey, he had the largest pout. He was resting his cheek to a palm, head leaned over lazily and eyes half-lidded.

"Stop pouting, it makes you look like a deformed duck." You flicked his forehead, not wanting him to continue with his jealousy because the gifts you were receiving were anything but romantic.

Mikey touched the spot you flicked him, covering half of his frown. "So I was right? Someone has been sending you gifts? Are they more handsome?"

"Do they give better gifts than me? Are you seeing them?'' He went on with his questions, not missing a single breath as he anticipated your responses.

"To answer your questions, it wasn't for me. I don't find them attractive. I Certainly they do not give better gifts than you. "

You paused, "Also, a half-eaten dorayaki does not count as a gift. I am not seeing anyone. Please stop with the questions."

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WALKING THROUGH THE GRAVEYARD was oddly soothing. People don't find the presence of the dead comforting but the silence and chill they provide made you walk a little faster to your destination.

Baji's grave was clean, with no fallen leaves or dust that settled on the ground. The grave was decorated with his name and fresh flowers, telling you that someone had visited him before you.

It has been months since Baji had died yet the space he left in your heart was still fresh, as though it was hard for you to fully let him go. While it was hard to accept his death, you knew that you would eventually have to move on. As of now, you want to take your time.

You knelt to set your flowers down in front of his gravestone. You wondered what you wanted to say to him, as it always felt odd talking to the dead without expecting something in response.

Though, baji always had his odd ways of responding. There are times when it will rain or a black stray cat would pass by. A simple way of greeting you, the wind would brush past you and mess up your hair and clothes.

"You know, it's getting weird now. You've been staring at his grave for almost an hour now and I'm getting tired of it." A harsh voice alarmed you.

You immediately sit up from where you sat and turned to face a very familiar man dressed in a coat. His pair of large earrings sway with the wind and two purple eyes stare back at you with an undying hint of curiosity.

Izana's bleach hair covered half his face, had not the wind blown it back for you to see the stern expression he was wearing. He appeared calm but intimidating in a way, as though he was annoyed simply by mentioning your presence.

"You finally showed up again huh?" You glared at him, entering a long staring contest with the tan male. "And you make it sound like you were watching me. You are the weird one."

"Don't test me, woman." Izana spat. "Of course, I was watching you. You come here so often that I was worried you may not complete your part of our deal because of your problems. Also, talking to the dead won't help you."

Hearing his words made you sick. Words cannot explain how much loathing and anger you felt towards the man. He spoke without so much as sympathy it made you feel the stages of grief all over again by mentioning your deceased friend. He also didnt fail to remind you of why he was here.

"So you decided to approach me here of all places? To remind me of our 'deal'?? Then what were those packages then huh??'' You remained firm, not wanting to give any signs of weakness he may take advantage of.

There is a long pause, further thickening the already heavy tension between the two of you. Without breaking eye contact, izana's face contorted into one of genuine confusion rather than the stern expression he once wore. He stared at you as though you were the crazy one.

"What packages?''

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I was supposed to post this five days ago but I forgot omg 😭