✶"..𝓖𝓸𝓭 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓽..!"✶ (ᴬᵗˢᵘˢʰⁱ ˣ ᴬᵏᵘᵗᵃᵍᵃʷᵃ)

Chapter Two: -Blade Bound-

(A/N)
Self-harm warning! Please be careful reading this and please don't read it if you're sensitive. Maybe go out and read a book? Or take a nap..? Chapters are weekly.

Lots of love!<3
-Moon
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Atsushi woke up exhausted that morning, not getting near enough sleep. 'I feel exhausted.' He sat up (careful not to hit his head this time) and he pushed the closet door open. The sunlight flashed him in the eyes, briefly blinding him. He yawns, rubbing his eyes. "Good morning, Kyoka-chan." He mumbles, before crawling out of his closet. 'Kyoka-chan's already making breakfast and I just woke up..? I'm so lazy..' He pondered as the smell of salmon and rice wafted throughout the small apartment.

-"Good morning, Atsushi-kun." Kyoka replies with a small smile, though barely audible due to the noise of sizzling.

He stood up, stretching. 'God, why do I feel so empty..?' He drowned in his thoughts as he grabbed some clothes, heading to the washroom to change. He came out and sat at the table only to be served breakfast by Kyoka.

'Do I even deserve to be eating this..?' Kyoka watched as Atsushi picked at his food.

This was already a strange morning for her. For the first time, Atsushi wasn't all cheery in the morning. He wasn't speaking, and he wasn't eating..? 'Something's definitely wrong.' She thought, before inquiring into the matter. "Is something wrong, Atsushi-kun..?" She spoke in her serene and relaxed tone, calming Atsushi a bit.

(-Not enough though, apparently)

-"Y-Yeah, Kyoka-chan. I'm fine. You can go to the agency, I might be awhile." Atsushi mumbled as he took a bite of his rice to show her he was okay. She hesitantly left, gently closing the door behind her.

Atsushi sat there in silence for a while. 'My wrist feels itchy.' He began to scratch at it, in hopes of any relief. "It's not enough.." He mumbled with a pout. Suddenly, an idea struck him- one that wasn't a beneficial one, but that was the last thing on his mind right now. He sprinted to the bathroom after scarfing down whatever was left on his plate (it's not good to waste), and grabbed a razor from the shelf.

He slowly positioned it over his upper wrist, before faltering. 'Is this really right..? Do I deserve this, after all..? O̶f̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶o̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶o̶n̶s̶t̶e̶r̶,̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶t̶e̶ ̶p̶e̶o̶p̶l̶-̶'

Blood dripped on the floor among his panicked state, slowly forming a large puddle. His sleeve stained red as he went deeper, the pain relieving him in the worst way possible. An addictive way. He shuddered in shock, before removing it. He watched the wound glow blue, as Byakko (his tiger's called Byakko) went to patch up the cut. However, Atsushi, was not pleased by that. Not in the slightest.

He plunged the blade back into the wound, blatantly stopping the healing process. He stabbed himself again and again, until- 'Oh. I.. think.. I went.. too far-'

A loud thud was heard as he dropped onto the floor from rapid blood-loss. It hauntingly echoed throughout the building (which was empty), as Byakko raced to fix everything. Atsushi woke up dazed about ten minutes later covered in a puddle of his own blood (his clothes were ruined) and he felt light-headed.

-"Ah, shit." He cursed, fumbling around to stand up. He loosely grabbed a mop and cleaned up evidence of what he did, but his clothes were evidence enough. 'The washing machine's empty, how lucky.' He threw his clothes in the machine door, slamming it shut as he fumbles around the apartment looking for something, anything, professional to wear to work. He was fifteen minutes late to work already..!? He grabbed the closet thing he could find- being a white shirt, a black leather jacket, and some black trousers. He put on his tie as it wasn't stained and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of himself from the corner of his eye in the bedroom mirror. 'I look like a Mafioso.' He pauses, realizing he works at a detective agency. 'If I don't go all out, they're going to get suspicious. Definitely Dazai-san and Ranpo-san, mainly.' He braided his ear-tail and ran out the door.