I wanted to delete this oneshot as well because it's so long and such nonsense ( like the previous two ), but then I decided to let it remain since i found the yandere-ness passable. Oh well. . .
Yaaay. I'm back with another trashy oneshot which would have the same characters as the focus with the one where Yamaguchi dies. This time, as I have given as a clue on the theory trash, this oneshot has nothing but jealousy, insanity, stab, stab, stab, laugh. You've probably already guessed what kind of person the freckled angel would be in this chapter, so if you are against yandere, get the heck out. Haha. Yeah. Don't tell me to change the pairing unless you have a better idea and because Yamaguchi Tadashi is seriously my favorite character so sssh. Might contain a lot of irritating dialouges because that's how yanderes think.
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No. Impossible. This was not happening. Not in a million centuries was this ever happening.
The pinch server continued to stare with empty eyes as the scene unfolded infront of him. He couldn't believe it. He had been betrayed, he had been left behind, left to rot because a whore seduced his precious Tsukki. He had been thrown away and left to fend for himself because a succubus with no sense of justice came from the pits of Hell to the surface of the Earth in order to steal the most perfect human in all of the population.
His place had been taken. The spot where he would usually stand, right beside the middle blocker while they talked, while they walked, watched, laughed, shared stories, while they did everything perfect for him. The place where he would aid his best friend in times of need, the spot where he would do for his best friend what he doesn't want to, the very place where he was supposed to be standing right now, listening to Tsukishima's complaints and hearing his heartbeats.
In his hand, the water bottle which he was supposed to give, fell to the floor with a thud as more and more horrifying thoughts started flooding his mind. He did everything for the blonde, he kept quiet, he kept his distance, he shut his mouth up when told to, he shouldered his problems, he didn't talk about unnecessary and unwanted things, he allowed himself to be dragged around or be a servant to his best friend just because he wanted to be his friend for so long, he admired him so much.
But he had been replaced. By a woman whom they didn't even know so well. He liked the fact that Kei was happy... but not the one which told him it wasn't with him. His best friend was happy in the grasp of another person which wasn't him, his best friend was having fun socializing with a dummy who will only act as a person who would drag him down in the end. The female would only surely be acting as a Damsel in Distress, she would surely be the cause of everything to fall apart.
She was the beginning of an end.
An embodiment of curses and lies, she didn't have the right to cling to Tsukishima like that. As everyone crowded around the two of them, asking them about how they had met and how they had come to the conclusion that they would be together from a certain day, Yamaguchi couldn't help but feel irritated. Disgusted. Mad. Depressed. He was brimming, overflowing with hate he was sure was never to go away.
The sound of the water bottle falling to the floor didn't have any impact on the others' ears as they had been flapping their mouths around in an annoying fashion, sending noise all over the place. Noise. Noise, noise, noise, oh how he hated noise. They were flocking over to his best friend, making him feel surely uncomfortable. If that was so, he would have a chance to slip into the scene and interrupt.
But at the moment he caught sight of the latter's expression, it had said otherwise. He was smiling. Genuinely. Happily. He wasn't being sarcastic or mocking or any of that. He was seriously damn joyous, not showing a hint of being irritated at all or even not being able to tolerate anymore of this ruckus. In the arms of his new girlfriend, he was not feeling awful at all. In fact, this was the happiest Yamaguchi has ever seen him in. His aura was very light, full of peace and authentic appreciation.
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trashcan (literal trash)
Non-FictionYou will lose your faith in humanity if you read this. *grabs a Connie Springer* ((last few chapters were written in a not-so-good phase of mine, sooo...))
