Obsessive ༣ MikaYuu

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Yuichiro's Point Of View

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I awoke to a continuous tapping upon my shoulder and a disgusting moisture to the base of my jawline. At first, I was all too afraid to open my eyes, to meet with the obsessive man's sapphire eyes that seemed to always be filled with content and never a sense of worry or stress. Mikaela was just too much of the carefree person that almost nothing got to him too easily. I squirmed for a moment, obviously awake and unwilling to open my eyelids─ no matter what.

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The blonde-haired male gave a deeply, short chuckle before shifting his fingers to massage my scalp whilst tangling the messy hairs of mine. "Yuu-chan, I know that you're awake," His soft tone sang lovingly into my ear. "Well, if you're unwilling to listen to me, don't be surprised with the outcome of things!" He giggled, leaving a small smooch on my lips.

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Surely, I was concerned and desperate to know what he was up to, nothing too torturous as before, I hoped. But knowing Mikaela, the new and unapproved version of him, there was no telling whether anything were to happen; or not. He was secretive, extremely daring and excessive, a manipulative excuse of a human being. Anything could be running through that thick-headed skull of his for one moment, then the next he could be wondering about another.

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He was literally a light switch, or at least, that's how his mind processed things. He was a two-faced bastard with no sense of care, nor how others are effected by his actions of foolishness. But─ I sighed, deciding to open my eyes slowly in hopes of receiving a somewhat decent sight, but meeting with the all-too-familiar face of the pale man─ I still seemed to love this psychotic beast that roamed around the world with his infamous smiles. I despised his venomous grins and contagious laughter that drew others in, and yet I still couldn't get enough of it.

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I wanted him to smile more, for real.

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I wanted him to laugh more, for real.

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I wanted him to love me more, for real.

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Because, Hell, the signs he thinks is what real love is; to hurt others for the sake of yours and your lover's; was wrong.

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"Oh, Yuu-chan, you've awoken!" The devilish man purred, deciding to wrap his arms around my shoulders whilst pulling me into his addictive warmth. "I knew you'd want to hear. It'd be a little depressing to know that you were being tortured when I'm gone, and you being surprised. So I guess this is an advantage for you."

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Confused, I groaned and lifted my head to stare ahead, watching as Mikaela put a sandwich and water bottle on the far side of the room, somewhat half-way, yet a little closer than that. Gulping the clog that had collected inside my dry and dehydrated throat, I stared in silence as he dug his hand into the back of his pockets, grinning as he did. My tongue slipped out from the walls of my mouth, clearly wanting the bottle of the clear, delectable liquid. Illusions of how cold it slid down my throat played in my mind like a slideshow, over and over until I was sick of it.

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"Water," I rasped, "please!" I couldn't take another second of having this feeling of captivity, especially since I knew nothing of what I did wrong.

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Sure, I liked Yoichi, a lot more than I should be since I'm with Mikaela. But I didn't necessarily do anything I wasn't suppose to─ right? It was a simple project with a fellow college student whom was also a good friend of mine, nothing more. Yet to Mikaela, it wasn't just those simple emotions and actions, it was more and had meaning such as love, and it corrupted him; his mind, his body, his heart─ everything. He could've done differently, but he didn't.