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Sweet Serial Killer {Fushimi Saruhiko}

I know that everyone are waiting for their requests and I'm on them. This weekend I hope that I will manage to post a few one shots. Anywho, how are you guys? I'm not fine xd especially today, dammit ;~; BTW I will be making an Art book xd probably. In my other account idk why again. And this part sucks. I know. Sorry.... Had a little bit of a problem.

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My sweet, sweet serial killer, hissing through the cage she's locked in. 

My sweet, sweet serial killer, oh you're days of causing chaos...

Are over.

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Fushimi glanced towards the windows, sighing from exhaustion.

For the first time in ages he felt exhausted and that annoyed him.
It was because of her.

His sweet serial killer.

Oh, the sweet voice she had when she pleaded him to release her.

The sweet, sweet serial killer, locked inside.

He closed his eyes, images of her flashing through his mind.

It was the first time he felt strange when he thought about a girl.

He usually had a bored, almost non emotional thinking for girls.

But she...

She had definitely crawled underneath his skin.

Curse her.

She was different.

Every time he thought about her, his body had the urge to touch her.

His cold slender fingers to caress her soft, warm skin.

His other hand to play with her (h/c) hair.

His lips to touch hers.

His body to press against hers. To feel every inch of her body.

As he thought about that, he felt his body tensing up, his face burning up.

"Tsch... Not here..." Fushimi clicked, walking away from the room and walked a few corridors down, till he reached his destination.

The prison cells.

He smirked, walking past a few prisoner cells, when he reached his colleagues, Akiyama and Andy.

"You can go and have rest. It's my turn to keep an eye on her." Saruhiko explained, looking at his PDA. The time was exactly 11:45PM.

Why was he doing that?!

Why did he felt so attracted to her?

Why did he want to do things with her he has never thought to think about... At least not now.

He waited for them to disappear, leaving him and her completely alone.

He opened the door, walking inside the dark room, his blue eyes searching for her.

And there she was.

Lying peacefully on the bed, her eyes closed.

She was sleeping.

Her chest moved up and down in a calm rythm. 

 "Oo, (Y/N)-chan, wake up..." He purred in her ear, making her eyes shot open. 

 "What is that you wish from me?" (Y/N) said, massaging her eyes. 

Saruhiko chuckled, his slender fingers carressing her cheek. 

His sweet, sweet serial killer. 

 "Oi, snap it out!" (Y/N) scolded him. 

He smirked, pulling out something out from his back pocket. 

 "Remember this?" He chuckled, devilish smile covering his face. 

 "M-My knife..." (Y/N) looked at the piece of metal in disbelief. 

He took it from her in her last attempt to kill. 

No one from Scepter 4 knew why she did this. Most likely, she was being paid.

 "Why do you have that expression?" She asked him. 

Fushimi looked in his reflection in the knife, realising that he had been smirking this whole time. 

 "Who are you?" 

 "You know very well who I am, Blue. After all, nothing can be hid from you all. Scepter 4... Psst..." (Y/N) mumbled, looking at the ceiling. 

 "I'm not asking that, (Y/N)." 

 "Huh?" 

 "In a such short time, you managed to crawl under my skin, forcing me to think only for you day and night!" 

 (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at the black haired male in front of her. 

 "This whole situation is going out of control and escalating quickly in directions I do not wish to be in!" She hissed.

 Ha.

 It's like he cared. 

 She was not going to order him what to do. 

After all... 

She is locked inside the prison of Scepter 4, inside the prison where the only living beings were he and she. 

 Only the two of them.

 For the whole night.

 "I want to sleep. Will you leave me be?"

 "Your stubbornes is so annoying, tsch." Fushimi clicked.

 She did not reply. In fact, she turned around, her back facing him, and slowly drifted into sleep. 

 'If he won't go out, then I will just ignore him.' She had thought. 

 Fushimi watched he sleeping body, feeling somewhat embarrassed from the way he behaved. The thoughts that he had... He was a possessive person, seeking dominance. 

 But why with her?

 He slowly walked towards her, his boots ringing on the hard, cold ground. He sat on the uncomfortable bed she lied on, his hand tracing down from her shoulder to her hip. 

 He sighed, lying next to her, hugging her from behind. 

 After all, no one said that he couldn't protect her like this. 

 ~~~~~

 (Y/N) smiled in her dream. The cold dream that soon was warm, shining bright like the sun. 

 She felt warm waves around her. Given to her by a person with a cold heart. 

 A person...

 But who....

 She opened her (e/c) eyes a little, snuggling closer to the sleeping body. 

 "Blue... Why are you so warm..."