𝑅𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝑀𝑒 [ ObaMitsu fanfic/ R-(MA)] Kimetsu No Yaiba

Chapter 88 - Whatever it takes

Chapter Song: Halsey - "Experiment On Me"
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The dimly lit bedroom was drenched in tension, the air thick and suffocating. Misaki stood frozen, her hand clutching the edge of the dresser, her knuckles white with strain. The call with Obanai had ended, but his venomous words echoed in her mind like a haunting refrain:

"I'll kill you. And then you can join the rest of the family... in hell."

Her breathing quickened, shallow and erratic, her chest heaving as panic warred with fury. A cold sweat clung to her skin as her eyes darted to the cracked phone screen in her trembling hand.

"No," she muttered, shaking her head, her voice barely a whisper at first. "No! He thinks he's winning, he thinks he can win against me?!"

The words rang hollow, desperation creeping into her tone. Her breathing became more ragged, verging on hyperventilation. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, her mind spiraling out of control.

With a guttural scream, Misaki hurled the phone across the room. It struck the dresser mirror with a sickening crack, the glass fracturing into a web of jagged lines. Shards rained down onto the wood, some scattering across the floor.

Her scream reverberated through the apartment. Misaki gripped the edges of the now-damaged dresser, her nails scraping against the polished surface as her head hung low, her dark hair spilling over her face.

"FUCK YOU OBANAI!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with fury. "You think your cute threaten me? You think you're winning don't you?"

In the doorway, her boyfriend (Mitsuri's ex) stood, his expression a mixture of shock and confusion. He'd been in the living room when he heard the crash, and her scream had sent a chill down his spine.

"Misaki?" he called out cautiously, stepping closer. His voice was low, almost hesitant. "What the hell is going on? Are you okay?"

She whirled around, her face twisted with rage, her eyes wild and unhinged. "Get the fuck out!" she shouted, her voice cracking with the force of her words.

He flinched, taken aback by her venomous tone. "I just—"

"I SAID GET OUT!" she screamed again, grabbing a nearby lamp and throwing it in his direction. It missed him by inches, shattering against the wall behind him.

His hands shot up defensively, his eyes wide with alarm. "Okay! Okay, I'm going!" he said quickly, backing out of the room. He lingered for only a moment, his gaze flickering with unease, before turning and retreating down the hall.

The sound of his footsteps faded, leaving Misaki alone in the wreckage of her rage.

Her chest rose and fell down to her knees, her hands clutching her head. She rocked slightly, muttering under her breath, her voice low and venomous.

"I'll kill him, I have to end this soon." she whispered, her words trembling with anger. "I'll kill him before he gets the chance to kill me. That bastard thinks he can take me down? I'll show him. I'll destroy him."

Her gaze drifted to the fractured mirror, her reflection distorted and shattered. The sight of her own broken image only fueled her fury. She dug her nails into the wood of the dresser, her teeth clenched so tightly it felt as if they might crack.

But beneath the anger, the fear lingered. Obanai's words had shaken her, and no matter how much she screamed or lashed out, she couldn't erase the chill that had settled deep in her bones. Obanai wasn't the quiet emo boy she remembered.

"He'll pay," she muttered to herself, her voice trembling but resolute. "He'll pay for this. And so will she."

Misaki's lips curled into a twisted smile, her wild eyes glinting with malice as a new plan began to form in her mind. If Obanai wanted to play this game, she would make sure he regretted it.

"Let's see how much you can protect her," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "Let's see how far you'll go when I tear her apart right in front of you."

Her laughter filled the empty room, hollow and chilling, as the shattered mirror reflected the fractured soul of a woman consumed by fear, hatred, and desperation.

Misaki's lips curled into a cruel grin as she stared at the photo of Mitsuri and Obanai that Hakuji sent earlier that day. It was perfect—a snapshot of happiness, something she could twist and destroy. Her fingers moved quickly across her phone screen, drafting her next move. She wouldn't go all in just yet. No, she'd start small, something to chip away at the couple's bond.

Message:
"That smile won't last long. If you want to keep Obanai safe, Push him away, make him miserable. Do it, or he dies. And remember, I'm watching."

Misaki hit send, her smirk deepening as she imagined Mitsuri's face when she saw the message.

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Mitsuri stepped out of the bathroom, her damp pink-and-green hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore one of Obanai's oversized white shirts, which hung loosely on her body, and black panties. The cozy warmth of their apartment made her smile as she toweled off her hair.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, and she glanced at it curiously, padding over to pick it up. Unlocking it, her expression quickly changed as she read the message from the unknown number.

"That smile won't last long. If you want to keep Obanai safe, Push him away, make him miserable. Do it, or he dies. And remember, I'm watching."

Her breath hitched as her eyes darted to the attached photo. It was of her and Obanai earlier today, walking hand in hand. The intimacy and joy of the moment now felt like a cruel mockery.

"No..." Mitsuri whispered, her voice trembling. Her hands shook as she clutched the phone, staring at the message as if willing it to disappear.

Another buzz.

"Don't even think about telling him. If you do, he'll be dead before you can blink."

Mitsuri sank onto the couch, her heart pounding like a drum. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weight of the message settled over her. Her safe haven—the life she and Obanai were building together—felt like it was crumbling around her again.

Her thoughts spiraled. How could someone know where they'd been today? How long had they been followed? And now, this person wanted her to hurt Obanai—to push him away, to destroy the happiness they'd fought so hard to create.

"I can't do this," she whispered, her voice breaking. But the image of Obanai—of him hurt, or worse—flashed in her mind, and her resolve wavered.

She clutched the phone tightly, staring at the words again and again.

Push him away. Make him miserable.

The thought of treating Obanai like that made her stomach churn, but the alternative was unthinkable. If she didn't comply, whoever this was would hurt him.

Mitsuri wiped her tears away, her jaw trembling as she made her decision.

"I'm sorry, Obanai," she murmured to herself, her heart breaking with every word. "I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."