Her Pervert (Sequel)

Chapter 10 - 'Ello Darling

To be perfectly I hated the last chapter, but I'm just having the worst time of my life right now. It's not necessarily school stuff; I have a whole squad of great friends and I'm completely in love with my boyfriend <3 (LOVE YOU BABE). I just don't want to do anything. I'm always tired and I'm feeling depressed for no reason. Well, I guess there's no reason, but anyway, I just don't feel like I'm doing my best with any of my books. Also my mother isn't even appreciating my life choices. She wants me to be an actress (ITS NOT THAT I DON'T WANT TO, I LOVE ACTING), but she doesn't understand that if that doesn't work out I need a few backup plans. Manga artist, author and photographer are my backups right now. All of you readers are some of my greatest friends and I hope you understand.

Chapter 10 – 'Ello Darling

Kyoya's P.O.V

It had been a few weeks since the holidays started and Yurima was deadly serious when she said she would find a way for her and I to meet up. I knew this because for the past few days I had been receiving phone calls from my father requesting that I go over for dinner to meet a 'lovely young lady who claims to know you from school.' I'm certain he's just trying to get me to leave (Y/N) for a more 'suitable' bride that he approves of, regardless of the fact that I'm hopelessly in love with the woman I already have. (Y/N) was asleep with her head on my lap again and I couldn't help but feel as though my time with her was becoming more and more limited with each passing day, since she was spending most of her time using me as a pillow and/or teddy bear and sleeping. Perhaps she's depressed. Depression does make you tired... I would know... She started to stir and her eyes fluttered open as I brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and I had to try not to laugh out loud and disturb her when she murmured the most random and surprising thing. "Do caterpillars know they're going to turn into butterflies? Or do they just sit there making their cocoons like, 'Bro, what am I even doing?!'" Her eyes shut once more and she continued to sleep, a soft, girlish snore accidentally slipping past her lips making me laugh silently. I leaned back against the couch in the sitting room and stroked her hair, pressing a finger to my lips when I saw an exhausted Armin tip toe in the room and collapse on the couch opposite us. (Y/N) muttered strange thoughts while she was asleep, twisting around on my lap so she was facing the side while Armin started to giggle under his breath. "She's been asking rather interesting 'philosophical' questions recently, I believe she got them off a site called Tumblr," I whispered, loud enough so the small boy would be able to hear me. It was just then that I noticed that (Y/N) was no longer the smallest member of the group and had grown to be slightly taller than Eren himself the last time I checked, reaching the height of Hikaru and Kaoru. Looking the coconut headed boy up and down I realized he was wearing what looked to be a cheap, homemade superhero outfit. "What's with the getup?" He sighed and relaxed more in his seat, swishing his cape over his bare legs and it was then that I really took in what he was wearing; a green T-shirt that was tucked into his bright red boxers along with a red blanket tied around his neck. "We're making a new music video. (Y/N)'s not in it, of course, but we need to dress up like shitty superheroes for it. It was my idea to dress like this to encourage the fact that anyone can be a hero." I nodded, thinking that his idea wasn't all that bad until I noticed that he didn't have a mask on. "Where's your-" "-Outside. That's where we're filming." I nodded once more, awkwardly leaning down to peck (Y/N) on the forehead and she groaned a little, shifting on my lap to get more comfortable. "You know something, Armin, I really love her. With all my heart. I just don't know if I'll be able to deal with my urges and her depression" He stood up, taking a swig of water from the glass I just noticed was on the table before saying, "Just try your best. I'm sure she appreciates the thought and just control yourself a little longer. If you can't, talk to her about it. Good luck, Kyoya"

~Time Skip – 3 weeks~

Your P.O.V

Walking down the street alone I couldn't help but feel as though someone was watching me, but I simply brushed the thought off as just nerves, since I hadn't been outside in a while. I'm not sure if Kyoya had noticed yet, but I just couldn't control the depression. I felt as though Levi's short time alive was because of me, that there was something wrong with me, and I felt like it should have been me in his place; no one deserves to die within minutes of their birth. It was a lovely day out, the sun was shining high in the blue sky and there was not a drop of rain anywhere amongst the flow of colours all around me; not in the trees, not on the ground, not even in the gutter. The only source of natural water was in the sewer, which was covered up by the manholes on the cement pathways anyway. Still thinking that someone was watching me I shivered a little, hastily making my way into the closest building, which happened to be a large library. Almost squealing in excitement I forgot about my nervous gut feeling and headed over to one of the largest manga collections in the world, quickly pulling out the latest issue of 'Kuroshitsuji,' otherwise known as, 'Black Butler.' I spent hours reading manga after manga, pouring my heart and soul into the vivid hallucinations that formed in my mind as I read, my eyes flicking from panel to panel as I wished I could draw just as good as the amazing artists of all my favourite manga. I realized that the library would be closing soon so I mentally marked the page I was on before snapping the book shut, smiling at the beautiful cover art and setting it on the shelf. As I headed over to the entrance of the library I couldn't help but wonder if the main character truly was becoming self-aware when she asked one of the most popular questions to date. What is she's right? What if we really are all just characters in a book and every time we forget what we're going to do or say it's the author backspacing?! (READER-CHAN IS BECOMING SELF-AWARE!) Making my way home down the road I paid no attention to the soft tapping of someone walking behind me until I realized that they wouldn't go away, and what creeped me out even more was that when I stopped, they stopped, when I quickened my pace, so did they. Deciding to stray off the path and take my usual shortcut down an alley I bumped into something tall, the muscular feeling of their chest all too familiar for me. "'Ello, Darling" I froze and looked up in horror at his stubbly face, the three long scars down his face easily recognizable to me. "What? Did you think I was done with you? Ha! Of course not, especially not after you ruined my face. You're coming with me" My mind screamed at me to run, but my feet were rooted to the spot, just like in all the horror movies. My body shook in terror, but not for long, as he hastily pressed a chloroform soaked cloth to my face, the sickly sweet substance knocking me out in less than a minute.

Holy Moses! SHIT IS GOING DOOOOOOOWN!

~Chapter: completed ~ Word count: 1364~

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