I Thought Strawberry Smells Sweet, So Why Does This One Smells Like Blood?

Prologue

I never thought that this will happen.

I never thought that I will be in a situation such as this.

I never thought that I will be locked down in this huge and dark basement.

I don't know what happened, but when I came to my consciousness minutes ago, I saw myself sitting on a wooden chair. Hands tied on the chair's handle, ankles surprisingly loose, but lap tied on the seat. These makes me uncomfortable.

I tried moving, but a sharp pain ran through my muscles, like I've been beaten to death. But, no. That's not it. There's no visible wounds or bruises on me.

I looked around the surroundings, taking note of every detail that can be useful. So far, I can only see the table infront of me, two dim-lighted bulbs on the ceiling, and a suspicious looking chest at the far corner on my right. I'm on the center.

Screaming won't help, I was sure. If I were to base on my instincts and observation, the walls here are soundproof. I wonder how rich my kidnapper is.

Wait, that's not it!

I grumbled at my own thought, making me notice the door infront of me. I didn't saw that earlier...maybe it was because of the darkness? I don't know. But for sure, I can't escape through there.
Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the moment. Of course, I can't do that. But I have no choice. I sighed painfully then remembered the times before I came here. When Korosensei blew up the moon, the Class 3-E training as assassins, the times we've been fighting both mentally and physically. I remembered Karasuma-sensei and Bitch-sensei, Isogai, Sugino, Maehara, Okuda, everyone. Even Rio and Kaede. And my best friend, Karma...

Karma. My tears started to form when I remembered his name. When I thought back when he always tease me and smirks. When he plays tricks on everyone then laughs it off like it was nothing. That redheaded devil. The one who always saved me when I was bullied. The one who's always by my side. My first real and best friend.

I want those times back. I want my friends back. I want Karma back.

But all those thoughts crumbled as the door creaked open, revealing my kidnapper. My eyes are now blury from tears, but I can easily guess who it was.

I wanted Karma to save me. But I know it won't happen, and it hurts. I know that even that devil prince can not fight the man infront of me. He won't win. I was so sure of it.

With my tears flowing down my already wet cheeks, he came closer, with each step sending chills on my spine. His grin becoming wider as he came near me. I looked up at him, almost pleading.

I just wanted my Karma back.

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A/n: So....

Yeah. Um. Uh, I'm..making a fanfiction. And it's a boy-to-boy one, to add. Er, this is my first time. But I love them so much I have to do this. (Spare me T~T) Annndd....(if there's even someone reading this) I'll tell you already that I will update veeerrryyy slow. (Nope, no exaggeration) And yeah. I wish you guys will love this. 'Cause I love yandere Karma inlove with our innocent Nagisa. And I'm blabbing again. Please tell me if you like this!

And nope. No chapter uploaded. Maybe next time. Sorry, please bare with this lame prologue first. I'm not even sure yet if this will even be successful.

Well then, nighty~!!