Yandere! Ranma x reader

a darker turn

When we got back to my place, Ranma immediately noticed his belongings were missing. "Ah, man, what the hell?" he groaned, digging his stuff out of the trash. "Even my toothbrush? And the pills?" He muttered under his breath, "Maybe I should ask Pang for something that lasts longer."

"Don't bother," I shot back, crossing my arms and huffing as I turned on the TV. "I'm not taking anything."

The news popped up, the anchor's voice somber.

"Girls around the area have gone missing. Authorities advise everyone to stay inside and not leave their daughters unattended."

I froze, the words sinking in. It explained why the school felt so empty lately. I'd thought it was just Ranma's antics keeping people away from me, but this was something entirely different. A chill ran down my spine as I stared at the screen.

"I hope Akane is okay," I murmured softly, the thought slipping out before I could stop it.

Ranma groaned from the kitchen, his tone dismissive. "Can you stop bringing her up? She just makes you all gloomy."

Ignoring him, I focused on the report. "Did you hear about this?" I asked, raising my voice. "Apparently, lots of girls from our high school and the surrounding city have gone missing. They're saying it might be some kind of cult because of how many people vanished at once."

Ranma stiffened, his movements halting for a fraction of a second before he resumed rummaging in the fridge. "Yeah, I heard," he said, his tone carefully casual. "It all happened while you were sick. There were flyers and stuff everywhere. But, uh, no one's gone missing recently. Probably just some crazy theory to stop people from panicking."

I narrowed my eyes, his words and demeanor setting off warning bells in my mind. He was hiding something—I could feel it. His forced nonchalance only made it worse.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked, my voice steady but firm. "Ranma, if you know something about this, you need to tell me."

Ranma glanced over his shoulder at me, his lips tugging into a faint smirk. "Relax. It's nothing you need to worry about," he said, his tone teasing but with a flicker of something darker beneath it. "I won't let anything happen to you, princess." Then, as if to swiftly steer the conversation away, he added, "You should probably call your dad, though. He might be worried when he hears about this."

"Ah, right," I mumbled, grabbing my phone to dial my dad. We talked for a bit, his voice a mix of annoyance and concern. He was still clearly upset about the $500 I'd spent and frustrated that I wouldn't tell him what it was for. But his tone softened when we discussed the news about the missing girls.

"Just stay inside," he warned. "Don't go out if you don't have to."

I promised him I'd be careful, and we ended the call. The unease from earlier still lingered, and my thoughts drifted to Akane. "I didn't see her at school today," I said, my worry creeping into my voice. "But she's so strong. There's no way she would've... right?" My voice trailed off, but the fear remained. I pulled out my phone, dialing her number even though I knew I'd been blocked. The call didn't go through.

Ranma sighed heavily from the laundry room, his frustration evident. "She's tough," he said half-heartedly, as though trying to reassure me but not putting much effort into it. "You don't need to stress over her."

I frowned but didn't respond, the hollow reassurance doing little to calm my nerves. My worry shifted when he spoke again.

"You didn't eat the breakfast I made you?" Ranma grumbled as he tossed his clothes into the washing machine. "It's all over my stuff now. The least you could've done was throw it outside! Now my clothes smell like old food—and not the good kind."