In Sickness And In Health (Yandere M. Genius x F. Reader x Yandere M. Prince)

Chapter 22: Overwhelmed

By the time (Y/n) had gotten back to the embassy, she found furniture outside. Though she took a moment to cross her arms over her chest, "admiring" the scene, she was quickly pushed forward by Kazuya. Concerned, he pointed out that time was of the essence, which had her continue into the house. She noted beforehand that the ambassador and his child had escaped outside, probably terrified at the temper of the president's son. Though Haru was always extremely petulant, that fact must have been thoroughly covered up by his family.

It was no surprise that the interior of the embassy was completely trashed. Though she was no detective, unable to say what he destroyed in what order, he seemed to leave his own wake of catastrophe. She maneuvered around the destroyed decorations, particularly the wooden chairs that had splintered all across the floor. While Sona attempted to clear a path for her, there was more than he could handle on his own.

"I recommend being cautious," the teal-haired male sighed, unable to predict the actions the brunette would take, "I don't know that he has a lot of self control right now."

He didn't have to tell her for her to know. Haru always struggled reining in his own impulses, let alone when he was mad. As a result, she had been trying to teach him how to control himself, but, in the end, all it could take was one stab of a knife. Either way, the more she left him on his own in that state, the more mad he would get, and the more mad he would get, the easier it was for his self control to slip.

She pressed on, following the broken things and the yelling to find the brunette upstairs. He had taken out a new toy, it seemed, beginning to shoot things. Though the weapon made her pause, he had already spotted her, meaning she couldn't leave now. The brunette's face distorted into more anger, the male quick to pull the trigger on the gun on the pillow under his feet. She flinched as its sound reverberated through the room, the eye contact he made chilling her to the bone.

For quite some time, he proceeded to ignore her, continuing to shoot this or that in a childish pout. Still, when pouting with a gun, no matter how childish it was, it didn't make it any less terrifying. At any moment, he could have chosen to shoot the next bullet at her. And while she was confident Sona would do anything he could to protect her, it meant nothing if Haru had the power to shut him down.

"Haru," she called, met with a hateful, silent glare, "Can you put the gun down?"

As if to make a point, stubbornly, he shot the wall five times, pausing before doing it twice more. She shivered, taking a step back in fear. The brunette was not in the mood to listen to her. He just wanted to throw a fit. Even Bastien knew better. Then again, Haru was a lot bigger than his little brother. He could do more damage and was certainly more of a threat. That was probably why her legs started shaking.

Sensing her fear, Sona attempted to step in front of her, in a comforting gesture. However, the brunette's face quickly contorted into jealousy and quickly fired a bullet at him. Though, since he had forgotten he had given the android a strong exterior, the bullet did nothing to him, just crumpling on impact. And though Haru had only shot the gun because he disliked others getting so close to the (h/c) haired girl, it still posed a threat to her so Sona did not back off.

"Haru."

"You still remember my name even after hanging out with that bastard all day?!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, putting a countless amount of bullets into the same pillow on the ground (clearly pretending it was the Vethelan prince).

"Of course I do. I would never forget about you."

Irritated at what he deemed to be a lie, the brunette took out his anger on the pillow some more. After pumping more bullets into the thing, he kneeled down and began ripping its seams apart. His anger was prevalent, and it only seemed to get worse as he continued abusing the object. He was so frustrated at the fact that it was just a pillow, wanting nothing more than the prince to be subject to his punches.