One-shots for Nightkiller (NightKill Is Centered But There Are Others Mixed)

~《"Drugs"》~

Yandere:
-A person having a strong obsession of a person/object.

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|Narrator|

"N-No-! W-wait! I'll give you everything I have j-just don't kill me, please! I won't say anything, j-just let me go! Have mercy-"

The girl pleaded until her throat was slit open, blood pouring out of the deep cut as it trickled down to the concrete floor.

"How noisy."

The boy complained, wiping the knife he used clean and left the lifeless body on the chair she was tied up to alone. He washed his blood stained hands, he'll have to dispose of the corpse soon before it will start to smell. While he was thinking of burning the body, he heard his phone ringtone playing, someone must be calling him. As he wiped his hands, he held the vibrating device, a smile stretched on his face as he saw the name of the caller.

"Need anything, Killer?"

"Yeah, have you seen Sarah lately? She's been missing for two weeks and it's making me worried."

His smile momentarily dropped at the name mentioned, since he just killed her minutes ago.

"No, I haven't. When did you last see her? Does her parents know?"

"Yeah, they put up missing posters and the police is starting an investigation. Sorry for bothering you with just one question,"

She nervously chuckled, making the other smile a bit once more.

"Don't worry, I was done with doing something anyway."

"Right, wanna go somewhere tomorrow? I just want to get my mind off of some things,"

"Sure, we meet up at the spot?"

"Yup. Alright, see you tomorrow Nightmare."

"See you,"

She ended the call, right before he was about to say something to.

". . . Love."

|When they met up. . .|

The two were walking side by side through the nearby river, talking about random stuff to pass the time. After a while of walking, they reached a certain spot under a big old tree. Killer laid down a soft blanket, sitting on it while placing a plate of sweets and pouring Nightmare a mug of coffee.

The view under the tree was mesmerizing, since it was on a mountain. In times of trouble, both of them would set up a picnic in this specific spot and enjoy the sweets that Killer baked, and her favorite hot chocolate along with Nightmare drinking black coffee.

The sky was a mix of orange, pink, blue and a hint of purple. The fresh air was cool and the rays of small sunlight were a bit warm enough. The sweets were delightful once eaten, along with their favorite drinks and the calm scenery, it helped Killer's worries fade away along the wind.

It was a moment, for Nightmare and Killer, to enjoy the view, their warm beverage, and each other.

"Hey, Killer."

She turned her attention to her companion, humming in response.

"I. . . I want to tell you something."

He said slowly, making Killer feel a bit curious and confused. Nightmare stood up, kneeled in front of her and slowly took the mug of hot chocolate from her and placed it beside them. Before she could retort, Nightmare held her chin and leaned in for a kiss.

The action surprised her, very much so that she couldn't move. After a while, Nightmare pulled away and stared at her obsidian eyes, which were staring right back at him.

"N-nightmare-"

"Shh. . ."

He held a finger on her lips, keeping her from continuing her response.

"I love you, Killer. I love you, very, very much."

He whispered in her ear, moving away and connecting their lips once more. He was taking advantage of her trance-like state, whether or not she loves him, he has a way to make her love him. Killer's hand tightly gripped his black jacket, feeling herself being gently pushed back until her back hit the soft spread blanket.

He pulled away, breathing in and out softly as he stared at the frozen Killer, unbeknownst to her of what Nightmare was planning. He gently caressed her cheek, moving away the hair strands that were on her face. Nightmare kissed her once again, this time a bit roughly. That caused her to snap from her state, but even so, her body still refused to move.

Killer's mind was in ablaze, no matter how many times she screamed for her body to move, it refused. It was like her whole body was submitting themselves to him, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. And, the confession. . . Her face must have looked like a cherry now! She doesn't know why her body is like this, and if this goes on she might accidentally blurt out 'yes'! Nightmare really knows her more than herself.

"W-wait I-"

She was about to retort again until he pecked her lips once more, cutting her mid sentence. Now that she's more aware of what's happening, she slowly, and slowly, felt herself succumb to this new found affection. She didn't know how or why, part of her mind was screaming to do something while the other told her to relax and accept it. It all felt. . . New, to her.

She was thankful they were in a secluded place, as their position might cause some misunderstandings. Still, her body did not listen to her internal screaming, feeling him nip her bottom lip a little and move his hands to her waist.

Okay, it was getting a bit out of hand. Killer found herself accepting this shower of affection towards her, but clearly it was not the best time as she still has a missing friend, she needs to hand money to her mother to avoid getting beated, and to think of what to say to Nm's response. He parted, making her breathe in and out softly along with him.

"So? What's your answer?"

He asked in a whisper-like voice directly to her ear.

"U-uhm. . . I-I. . ."

She stuttered. Killer didn't know how to respond to that, knowing that she doesn't feel anything towards him other than a close friend. Yeah. . . That's what she always thought of him.

"You know I don't like waiting when it comes to receiving answers, right?"

He asked in a low tone, his voice sending her shivers as she tried to think of a way to respond to that. Hell she can just say 'no'! But her heart refused to. She didn't know why, it was just a simple word no hard feelings, but her heart just ached at the thought of refusing his love. Over the years of not feeling how to be loved either romantically or loved by parents, she just craved whatever sort of affection she could receive. Maybe that's why her heart doesn't want to say no, they didn't want to lose the chance to be loved no matter the type.

"I-I. . . C-can you wait? I need to sort out my t-thoughts about this. . . I-is it okay for you?"

". . . It's okay, just make sure to tell me your answer soon."

He responded lowly, making Killer sigh internally in relief.

The two spend the remaining hours in silence, with Nm being extra clingy and Killer enjoying it. His back rested against the big old tree, with Killer between his legs and her back resting against his chest. Some of you may think. . . Why in the world is Killer agreeing to her best friend's clinginess, now? She wanted to tease him about it after, and to get comfortable as well.

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I'm really in my phase where I'm gonna write discontinued stories. Ahahhahahahaah yes this is a draft and yes I may or may not have left it to rot but oh well now I'm actually going to get the milk bye sweeties♥️🤞🥛

-Xen