「Anime x Reader One Shots」

Forbidden Love (Yandere!Shogo Makishima x Reader)

It was supposed to be a simple task; nothing too severe. Someone in the city was found with a Psycho-Pass close to surpassing 100. All that was needed to be done was take them to a therapist to prevent it from getting too cloudy. Nothing should've gone wrong. It was only when he appeared that all hell broke loose.

Shogo Makishima, one of the most wanted people amongst the MWPSB, made his appearance. A victim already laid dead by the time you arrived with your colleagues. The culprit with the clouded Psycho-Pass was dealt with and taken into custody and the true mastermind behind it all was nowhere to be seen. He may not have murdered the victim himself, but no one could argue that the blood was still stained on his hands.

This man had always been able to evade all detection from the MWPSB; not even being careless enough to leave them a clear photo of himself. That's why it surprised you so much when you saw him. He turned the corner of a building so quickly that all you were able to see was his white hair whipping around out of sight.

Your mind froze, but your body didn't. Before you could realize what you were doing, you were already running towards him ignoring the confused shouts from your colleagues. Any doubts you had were pushed towards the back of your mind. You couldn't afford to hesitate and question your abilities. This was your chance to capture Makishima, the infamous mastermind behind dozens of murders, right at the scene of the crime.

As you rounded the same corner, you suddenly stopped. He was nowhere to be seen down the long alleyway. Could he really have run that fast? It didn't seem too plausible to you. He should've at least still been within eyesight of you. Pulling out your dominator, you gripped it tightly in your shaking hands as you took slow steps down the alley.

Reaching the halfway point without seeing any signs of another person, you were about to turn back when you heard movement behind you. A cloth was forcefully pressed against your face before you had time to react. You desperately attempted to inhale air, only realizing after doing so the strongly scented chemicals that emanated from the cloth. In only seconds, your body went limp and everything faded to black.

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A pulsating pain coursing through your head welcomed you when you finally came to. You tried to bring your hands up to your head in an attempt to rub the pain away, but you soon realized that they were bound tightly along with the rest of your body to the chair you were sitting on. Fear immediately coursed through your body from the predicament you found yourself in.

Black spots continued to dance in your vision as you forced yourself to take a look at your visible surroundings. It was a large, cold and dimly lit room with cement walls and ground. It seemed as if it had been abandoned years ago. Screaming to get someone's attention wouldn't be an option.

Loud, steady footsteps began to echo throughout the room. Holding your breath, you waited nervously for your kidnapper to reveal themselves. Seconds seemingly turned into hours for you when the wanted man himself appeared in front of you. Shogo Makishima.

"Well, well. Look who's already awake," he said.

Your heart stopped beating in your chest for a moment. Fear overwhelmed you. You opened your mouth as if to speak, but no words fell out. How could this have happened? How could you have fallen into this maniac's grasp? The last you remembered, you were so close to capturing him. Or did he plan that from the beginning?

"Gone mute, have we? Don't worry, love, you'll open up soon enough."

"I-If you're here to torture me to gain information about the government, just kill me now. I know nothing," you stammered.

He let out a big, hearty chuckle as if you had just told him a joke that he found immensely entertaining. "Information? No, no. I just want you."

"M-Me?"

"'(Y/N), inspector at the MWPSB for one year, became the head of her division after solving numerous crimes after working for such a short time. Her ability to get inside the head of a criminal while maintaining a low crime coefficient makes her a vital officer,'" he stated as if he memorized your entire bio. "Tell me, (Y/N), how do you manage to keep your crime coefficient so low?"

"I-I don't know," you answered truthfully. It was something that always came naturally to you; an ability that you never dared to question.

"Really now? Well, I have a hypothesis of my own that I'd love to share: you're just like me."

"What?" you questioned, hoping that this was all just a joke.

"You're an outcast just like myself. You carry the rare ability to go undetected by Sibyl even when harboring thoughts that would get a normal person locked up for life."

You wanted to argue, to deny that you were anything like this murderer before you, but you didn't have a valid point to argue against. Your ability was awfully similar to his own.

"Yes, (Y/N), yes! The sooner you let this information sink in, the sooner I can release you and we can overthrow this twisted society together!"

"Now that's insane," you stated.

He chuckled once more, but this time it wasn't as hearty as the one before it. It seemed almost irritated. "What's insane is this dreadful system factoring out people that a machine deems unfit for society," he told you bitterly. "People that share my ability are hard to come by and now that I've found you, my love, I'll need you to help me get rid of Sibyl once and for all."

"I'd rather die than help you take down the Sibyl System," you spat at him.

His smirk slowly fell of his face leaving only a dark look. "I did expect some pointless resistance, yes. It's perfectly fine, though. You have plenty of time to change your mind."

He walked closer to you and you couldn't help but fear what he might do next. His hand landed on your arm and you felt his slender fingers begin to trace intricate patterns up your arm. The movement didn't stop until his hand reached your face where he cupped your chin before carefully tipping your whole head upwards. He gave you no choice but to look up at his amber orbs.

"This is quite interesting, now isn't it?" he asked. "You, the inspector for the MWPSB and I, the wanted criminal. It's a forbidden love - one woeful to others. It's like something out of a novel I once read."

"Then you should already know that they never work out," you told him matter-of-factly.

"Ah, but that's the thing I love about this world. We're not inside a novel like those characters, my love. There's no one writing down our fate."

His eyes narrowed and he suddenly resembled one of the many psychotic men you've arrested before. Although he had mastered containing his twisted emotions deep within him, they were suddenly leaking out and giving you a front-row view of his demented self.

Pulling out of his tightening grasp, you turned your head to the side to avoid his eye contact. You almost expected him to retaliate, but all he did was cluck his tongue. "Resistance is futile, (Y/N). Soon enough, you will accept me and help me bring down Sibyl once and for all."

"I already gave you my answer."

"Yes, I believe you said you'd rather die?" he asked as he leaned down closer to you. His teeth nipped your ear softly before whispering, "Don't worry, love. There are far worse things than death."