King Of Yandere's

Natural Selection

"Akira."
I could of swore I heard my name.
"Akira."
Mother... Father... Is that you? Are you calling out to me from the heavens again? But...am I .... Even asleep? Where am I? I can't remember. I'm to focused on what happened to my parents. I can still hear my father's laughter. My mother's nagging...I can still... Feel it. Do you have any idea how painful it feels to be alone in a house? To know the loss of those who loved you most? To have it all taken away by one. Single. Person...
"AKIRA!"
I snapped out of my daydream looking at Tatsumei with wide eyes.
"W-what!? Where are we!? Tatsumei?"
Right... We were at school. But why?
"Hey little dude, you alright? You looked like you saw a xenomorph or somethin... Anyways you should stay alert. Your bully is gonna be here in a minute or two. Knowing him he won't be late. He's always on time. For a guy that pushes around others he sure is a stickler for being on time and being a good student."
Right. That's why. We were going to have a little 'talk' with Shiro. Wait... A talk... With Shiro.
"Wait. Did you say a talk with Shiro?"
Tatsumei nodded and looked down at me from his towering stature.
"Yeah little buddy... Did you hit your head on the way here or something? Did aliens zap your memory while we were walking here?" he chuckled to himself amused by how I had easily forgotten.
"No." I looked down, my face staring at the cold clean auburn Wood tiles.
"I was just... Lost in thought, so I was re- um... Evaluating the whole situation you could say." I felt cold. I felt distraught. I felt... Sick. "He was going to be here at any moment. And when he does Tatsumei will die," my thoughts began to go on into that little rambling they usually go into when I feel overwhelmed. My entire being, my entire existence was threatened by HIM. "He's gonna die...Tatsumei ...Tatsumei ...he's gonnadiehe'sgonnadiehe'sgonnadieandit'sallmyfaultTatsumeinoTatsumeiforgivemeTatsumeiTatsumeiTatsumeiTATSUMEI!!!".
My mind was racing on a track at a mile per millisecond. My thoughts were going rampant, like a malfunction in a machine. I felt like I was falling apart, like I was going to froth at the mouth. I could see red... I could see white. Red.. White.... Him... Tatsumei. I could see the events unfolding. Brutal death. And even a brutal raping after that... If he didn't molest me. I grabbed my chest gasping for air. Wheezing, panicking. This was-!

Everything...was like slow motion... One dress shoe... Then another... A pair of black slacks. Pressed, ironed, not a single speck of lint to be found on them. Our uniform vest over a neat white button down. Black and yellow stripes on the vest pocket. And our symbol. He grinned. I shivered. it took my everything to not fall to the ground on my knees and beg for Tatsumei's mercy. My breathing was irregular, hitched.
"Ah. There you are! I was beginning to think I'd have to get really nasty with you and go hunt you down. We've done this so many times now."
Shiro snickered. "Where are your friends, Tatsumei? I hope they aided you well in preparing for your fight with me. You know you're gonna need it."
Tatsumei's eyes shifted to something darker... Something I've never seen before in his expression. It was... Unsettling to say. It made me twitch slightly in fear.
"You know my friends never come here. Remember what happened last time?"
Shiro nodded with his eyes closed gently.
"Ah. Yes yes. The classic cannibal turns on his buddies when he gets too excited. Tell me... How did your close friends taste raw? I'm not one for raw meat... I prefer my meals cooked."
What? I quickly looked at Tatsumei who's eyes made direct contact with mine. Those orbs staring intensely back at mine. I wanted to ask, wanted to shout... I wanted to say something. I wasn't understanding. Instead of my voice, a slight raspy whimper came out. I was terrified. Him? A cannibal? The cannibal that I've been hearing on the news? The one people suspect is a rabid animal on the loose, but most speculate is another human being!? you're kidding? This is some cruel joke... Right, life? Right, God? Right?
Tatsumei's pupils dilated.
Fuck.
Before I could even dart towards the door he lunged at me. I slammed against a desk, my whole body going numb for a second. I could literally feel my body bounce a little from the impact. His mouth, wide and agape, wrapped tightly around my neck. His teeth brushing against my freckled skin. I was wrapped in his arms, like I was being embraced lovingly. But I wasn't. He would hurt me. No doubt. Him and Shiro would hurt me. Not as bad as others.... But bad enough. I screamed. My mind going blank from fear. It was blood curdling. Was this.... Even me? Was i the one screaming? It didn't seem real... None of it seemed real. It was...to much... Impossible... Right? I felt a sharp and indescribable pain and the pressure of his body rip away from mine. I was flung to the ground from the desk. And he twirled a bit, stumbling. It was...gone... So painful... This was unbearable... Tatsumei stood awkwardly, like he was drunk. And he had what looked like a slab of meat hanging from his mouth. It was bloody, and covered with freckles all the same. I honestly didn't want to even look at my shoulder. I knew what it was.... Flesh... My flesh. He ripped off a bit of flesh from my shoulder and neck area. A chunk of it was gone. And I was bleeding a great deal. My vest and shirt had a hole where he had done his damage. This guy... Was probably worse than Shiro. I was crouched over in pain. This shit hurts! This was not okay. My throat was dry, my mind blank and swimming in pain. Tatsumei threw the meat up with his mouth like a damn dog and caught it in his mouth, chewing thoroughly before swallowing.
"Sweet... but also has a hint of.... Spice... Hmm. Shiro he won't take your shit or mine. Although he looks innocent he's capable of causing some serious psychological issues for us both. As much as we love him. There can only be one of us for him and to keep him in check."
Tatsumei licked his lips and teeth. And the closer I looked, the sharper his teeth appeared. But I was more surprised by how fast he gathered all that information just from the flavor of my flesh... Or that my flesh had flavor at all. Tatsumei shivered in delight.
"This little man is pure satisfaction~ I've never tasted such a delicacy. Such purity. Such zest! He's... Immaculate. Unique. I get it Shiro! Akira... He's perfect isn't he? Just makes you want to knock him up~"
Tatsumei's comment made me tremble. What the hell was he saying!? He is completely insane! And not to mention he was drooling while saying all this. His eyes rolling back, as if in a pleasurable state of lust.
Shiro smiled wildly.
"Oh. He is more than perfect. But I can't stand watching you rip into him like that, besides..." Shiro ran at him full speed and delivered a kicking blow to Tatsumei's gut, Tatsumei flew back, hitting the tall brown bookshelf with a loud thump and sliding down, all while smiling.
"He's mine. And if you even think for a second I'll let you do as you please to him, you're dead wrong. I am the only one who can hurt him, the only one who can love him and touch him. No one else can do the same." He grabbed Tatsumei by the collar and lifted him up to his feet, Tatsumei suddenly lurched at him biting straight into Shiro's wrist. Crimson dripped from Shiro's wrist, it felt slow and I could of swore I saw my disheveled reflection within it. Shiro grinned immensely. As did Tatsumei with his mouth still full of his attackers flesh. It was like watching two predator's fight to the death. But I couldn't tell you if it was for the right to mate, or the right to kill. Either way, I at least knew they wanted me alive... or at least somewhat still breathing and with a beating heart. As terrifying and utterly dangerous the situation was... I couldn't get up and run. My legs felt heavy. like I was stuck in mud. I felt so out of breathe and couldn't focus all that well. Was I about to faint? No. No. Not in this situation. I had to stay alert. I fear if I did faint Tatsumei may just eat me alive... Literally. But that was only IF he killed Shiro first. But I doubt that would happen. Two of the same Gods were at war and I was just caught in the crossfire.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted from their brutal fighting. a fist here, teeth there, a knife to the arm, some shredded flesh. It was grotesque and bloody. The desk were covered in red liquid and the room dismantled making for a disarray among the room. Tatsumei and Shiro breathed heavily, not a single frown or ounce of seriousness among their face. They found this rather amusing. Like a game of cat and mouse, this was nothing more than mere child's play. Death to them was child's play.
Shiro licked his knife that he had used to stab Tatsumei in the arm with. Running the smooth silver blade across his tongue making his own self bleed a little from the sharp sensation. He chuckled grimly and got his knives ready in hand. He was ready to slice and dice at any second. Tatsumei dug into the fleshy puncture wound with his index finger and slowly licked up the cherry red liquid from his fingers. He didn't even flinch. His pupils remaining dilated and his movements and stances like that of a drunk man. It was like he got high off all of this. He let out a small chilling giggle and smiled, bare teeth and all. He was showing off his rather powerful teeth and had his hand up in a fighting stance, his nails, although neatly shaped, were actually extremely pointed and sharp. They lunged at each other at full force. And I closed my eyes awaiting the collision. Just waiting for all hell to break loose, but they suddenly stopped mid-air. And I could understand why. I, myself even opened an eye trying to reassure what I heard was right. Footsteps... And they were headed this way.