Rindō Haitani feeling a 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 feeling for you, a fashion model, corrupted by society. He started looking out for you in an 𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑡ℎ𝑦 way. He started killing people who harmed you or even people who made you uncomfortable. Even go...
Rindō tried making it better. At night, he suddenly took you to a park. No one was around, just the two of you. "𝐘/𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮....𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." He said, sighing while he sat down on the bench beside you.
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨̄ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫." That irritates him. Your words hurt him, but he kept silent, knowing that most of your words were right.
"𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
"𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨." You said, looking away.
"𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞! 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭,𝐡𝐮𝐡!?" Rindō shouted, startling you. He stood up, hands clenched, eyes looking at the dirt ground.
"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞!" You shouted back, standing up to your feet, facing him.
"𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮!" He shouted back, irritation is visible in his voice. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭? 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." You said.
You turned your back at him and started walking back to the apartment where Rindō is keeping you. You wanted to try and run away. But—your system just shut down on you. You don't know if you want to keep living in the reality that you have right now.
Where Rindō is a killer, where you're his prey. Or maybe because you knew if you run now, he'll chase you and force you to continue living, which is your least wanted.
Rindō followed you. Your words echo in his mind. '𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑.' He looked at you.
He keeps a close eye on you. When you got to the house, you opened the door and emtered it. Rindō followed you. He didn't look away from you as you entered your room. "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐲/𝐧—"
"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨̄" you interrupted. Lying on your bed, you pulled out a book he bought for you. You hate living with a killer. "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨̄." You mumbled, which he heard clearly.
Rindō looked down, knowing why you're being like this. There's a part inside him that you don't deserve his treatment while the other part is telling himself that you're mistreating him.
His mind is a mess. He doesn't know what to do. Instead of replying to your words, he walked to his room.
'𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑚 𝐼 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑤?' Rindō asked, lying on his bed. He stared at the ceiling before closing his eyes.
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The next day.
Rindō practiced his cooking. He knows he's not best on it like his brother, but maybe that's one of the ways that he can make it up to you. You've been in your room.
You kept ignoring his calls, his offers, whether it's food, water or even your favourite things. He can't seem to make you go out of that little space of yours.
He flipped the homemade pancake before putting it on a plate. He put some syrup on top and put some strawberries on it since he knows you love strawberries.
He walked to your door, holding the plate of pancakes. "𝐘/𝐧, 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬." He said. "𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒆𝒂𝒕." Rindō exhaled, calming himself.
"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐘/𝐧." He said with a low voice. You didn't care at this moment but—somehow you managed to stand up and went to the door to open it.
Facing him, you turn your heel again and let him inside. He placed the plate on the bedside table as you lie on the bed. "𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭?" He asked, finding some patience within his heart.
You ignored his question. His knuckles creaks as he grabs the fork that's on the plate and goes to you. He went on top of you and grabbed your face, pointing the fork near your eyes. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐘/𝐧. 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭?" His voice is hard.
"𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞." You calmly some, but your body betrayed you. You start shaking from how dark his eyes have become.
"𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲! 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞." He cheerfully stated, shifting his behaviour. He leaned away from you and placed the fork on the plate once again.
"𝐈𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐝? 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨?" He smiled, getting off of the bed and went to the door. He looked back at you again, smiling while waiting for your response. "𝐒-𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐞." You said. Finding this as an opportunity.
He nodded and skipped through the door to go out of the house. You took a breath. '𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒?' You asked, glancing at the fork. '𝑁𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒.' You said, shaking your head. You glanced at the calendar.
[𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 24, ****]
'𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓....𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦.'
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