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He was numb, too numb to force words from his throat. His life, his love, Nobita—the one he was supposed to protect, even if it meant risking his own life—was hurt. Right in front of him, someone had dared to take Nobita away. Dekisugi stood frozen, like a statue. His perfectly sculpted face showed no emotion, but inside, his turmoil was deep and overwhelming. There was no way to truly measure the storm raging inside him.
He was desperate. Desperate to take back what was his. He set off on a relentless chase to reclaim Nobita, the one he could never afford to lose.
His car, speeding down the road, seemed to mirror his urgency. Dekisugi tracked the vehicle that had taken Nobita, his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he fought to keep control of his thoughts. Soon enough, he caught up. The narrow alley they raced into was dark and eerie, the breeze carrying a chill that couldn’t soothe the fire in his chest.
Dekisugi slammed his car door open and stepped out, his presence dominating the space. His expression was cold, his intent unmistakable. "Stop right there," he commanded, his voice dangerously calm. "Give back what’s mine." His eyes locked onto the men in the other car with a sharp, unrelenting gaze.
Two men stepped out, large and imposing, their hands casually resting in their pockets. A cruel smirk stretched across their faces, as though they found the situation amusing. One of them sneered, his voice laced with mockery. "No chance in hell."
That was it. The tipping point.
Minutes later, one of them was sprawled on the ground, motionless, blood seeping from the fatal wound in his chest. Dekisugi had stabbed him, swift and decisive. The other man had already fled, unwilling to face the same fate as his partner.
Dekisugi’s gaze shifted to the car, where Nobita sat huddled, his face pale, streaked with tears. The sight tugged at Dekisugi’s chest, guilt settling in for not having reached him sooner.
Without a word, he opened the car door and untied Nobita’s hands. Immediately, Nobita wrapped his arms around him, trembling and desperate for the safety Dekisugi had brought. In that moment, Dekisugi felt like he had won something far more precious than just a fight.
"Thank you," Nobita whispered, his voice weak but filled with gratitude. He clung to Dekisugi, unwilling to let go. "Thank you for saving me from them."
Dekisugi's expression hardened, a shadow crossing his face as he stared down at Nobita. His lips curled into a smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You think I saved you from them?" His voice was cold, his gaze piercing through Nobita. "No, I saved you for myself cause you're mine."
"I didn't just save you, nobita. I reclaimed what's mine." Dekisuki again added, his eyes screaming the Truth of his words.
Nobita’s heart skipped a beat, his body tensing as Dekisugi’s words sank in. He tried to respond, but Dekisugi raised a finger, gently pressing it against Nobita's lips, silencing him.
"You think you're free," Dekisugi whispered, his voice soft but filled with dangerous certainty. "But you'll never be free from me. Not now. Not ever."
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To be continued~
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"Unseen Desires; A Tale Of Twisted Romance"
Fanfic{Discontinued} Degisuki who seems normal is actually obsessed with his master for whom he's just a mere bodyguard. What will happen when Nobita will know that degisuki (his bodyguard) is loving him/obsessed with him since their childhood. But the tw...
