Takashi-Chan is Mine!

It was just another hosting afternoon, I would occasionally steal a few glances at Takashi and continue to satisfy my guests, keeping all of the ladies at the table with their eyes on me, all completely in awe of my perfect features and desire for cute things and even my stuffed rabbit, Usa-Chan. The day had seemed to be going so well when I noticed a lady, a commonly known host-hopping whore, really warming up to Takashi. No.. She can't have him.. I won't put up with this.. I'll wait for the right momen- The girl placed her hand over Takashi's hand and he blushed and smiled at her. This is not real. Does she think she can take my Takashi-Chan like that? I can't bare to watch such a revolting sight like this for much longer..

"Excuse me, ladies"

I stepped from the chair and grabbed Usa-Chan, making my way across the room to where Takashi-Chan and that whore were sitting. She was lounged on a sofa just flirting it up with my guy. This only made me madder. I ripped off Usa-Chan's head exposing a sharpened knife I kept incase I had needed it. Somebody had noticed and it wasn't very long until more people started looking at me as I pulled out the knife from Usa-Chan's cotton stuffed body. Then, Takashi-Chan noticed, his eyes opened wide and yelled out,

 "Honey! What are you doing!"

The whore turned around and as soon as she did, I stabbed her right through her forehead, blood spurring everywhere. Takashi-Chan, too stunned to do anything, sat back and pulled his hand away from the one that was once on top of his. I started to notice from my peripheral vision, guests, as well as hosts holding their hands up to cover their mouths. There were a few gasps that turned into shrieks, which just motivated me more to destroy her body. this will teach her.. this will teach her.. the words just flooded my mind as I had her head being held up by a good fistful of hair. At one point, I managed to completely ruin a part of her face so much that an eyeball popped out onto the floor, with blood behind it.

"My Takashi-Chan! My Takashi-Chan!"

"Honey! Stop!"

I carved out her other eye and slit her neck to threw the remains of what had been a head across the room. covered in blood, I picked up the other eyeball that had fallen and held them up for everyone to see

"These eyes weren't meant to gaze at Takashi-Chan like that."

Takashi-Chan looked at me with a surprised gaze, and as like any other face he made, it always left you confused on the meaning behind it, I didn't know what to think and we looked at each other for a few seconds before turning around to look at the faces I had given the guests, the hosts, and the mess I had made; there was blood everywhere. Overwhelmed by the situation I had just created, I hurriedly ran through the doors to make it to the hallways, where I ran until I found an abandoned classroom. At one point I thought I heard footsteps but they seemed to quiet after a while, as if the person that was once chasing me had lost sight of me and given up. I sat there, thinking about Takashi-Chan's expression. What was he thinking? Does he hate me? What will he say when we talk again? That is, if we talk again.. I couldn't let her have him,

"Takashi-Chan is mine! He always will be!"

I heard a lock and then felt a wet hand touch me. The knife still in my hand, I turned around and held it up ready to kill whoever was standing before me. Takashi-Chan flinched and a shocked expression fell over his face. Takashi-Chan came! he was looking for me! I dropped the knife.

"Honey! Please, look its just me Takashi-Chan."

"Don't scare me like that, you could've been anyone"