A/N: Day 7 and it's time for some Tokyo Ghoul!!! Y'all know there's going to be a gore in this one, I mean it is Tokyo Ghoul after all. I do not own Tokyo Ghoul, any of its characters, or the picture. Enjoy~!
(r/e/c)- right eye color
(l/e/c)- left eye color
Yandere warning: gore, obsession, kidnapping, character death
It was your eyes that caught his attention, the color of which were so unusual that he couldn't help but stare in fascination. One eye (r/e/c) and the other (l/e/c), it was hypnotic to watch them take in his shop, different colors moving in perfect tandem as you took in the various masks sitting on pedestals and mannequins.
A shiver went down his spine when those eyes met his, widened, and darted away. A few seconds passed before they shyly met his again, tearing away once again when you realized he was still watching you.
Uta had never seen anything like you before, a rarity that spoke to him at a personal level. You, or more specifically your eyes, awakened something deep within him, something dangerous, something needing.
He needed you. Needed those eyes, hungered for them more than any human flesh.
And there was nothing you could do to stop him...
A mere human, you were defenseless against him, no kagune or quinque to fight him with when he came for you. He'd only seen you once before, but from the moment your dual-colored eyes met his, your scent had been committed to his memory, stored away for future use.
Uta's obsession with your heterochromatic eyes grew slowly over time, eating away at him without his notice.
Everything he had enjoyed before lost it's meaning. Even mask-making seemed dull compared to spending the day dreaming about your eyes. It wasn't long before his friends began to notice, shooting him raised eyebrows when he didn't answer to his name being called or when they caught him muttering nonsense about eyes under his breath.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
The worst part was that the more he thought about your eyes, the less he began to consider the person in possession of them. Your eyes, those beautiful, differing eyes, became an entity unto themselves, you yourself lost in the abyss of Uta's musings, virtually non-existent.
Your eyes alone became the object of his desires, but as his imaginings progressed, Uta began to realize something...
...Was he the one being consumed?
All of his fantasies had ended with him consuming those eyes, but what if it was the other way around? What if he was being eaten from the inside out?
Suddenly, your eyes weren't smiling at him in his imagination anymore, but laughing at him, mocking him. His every waking thought was filled with your eyes, always watching him. Even in sleep, he couldn't escape them, his nightmares often ending with him drowning in their magnificent colors.
It terrified him...
Reason and sanity ceased to exist within Uta, replaced by obsession, need, paranoia and he couldn't take it anymore. Every second of every day he felt as if he was being watched, the hair on the back of his neck at constant attention and goose bumps covering his skin in patches that never softened.
Late one night, sitting in the darkness of his closed shop, Uta made his decision. He needed to consume your eyes...before they consumed him...
Then, everything would be okay...right?
Now, with you staring up at him, eyes wide and full of fear, Uta couldn't help but be afraid of you in return. For so long, he'd dreamed of those eyes, imagined their expression and colors more times than he could count, but seeing them in reality was a completely different experience. They were so much more than he'd ever imagined, their colors so much brighter, that Uta could barely stand it.
If your eyes drove him insane in his imagination, they made him absolutely murderous now. He was going to have those eyes before they could have him. He'd die otherwise.
In front of him, you swallowed, continuing to stare at him as your body shook. The look on your face made his blood rush, his obsession growing painfully with each passing second. You had to stop looking at him like that.
"Don't..." Uta whispered, voice hoarse. He could practically hear your heart pounding as you inhaled shakily and something snapped within him. "DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!!" he screamed, making you cry out in fear as he lunged at you, fingers outstretched like claws...
It was over within a few bloody seconds.
Holding one orb up to the moonlight filtering into the alley, a pleased smile stretched across Uta's face, distorting his features wickedly. Blood and gore littered the ground around his feet, your still, lifeless body lying a few feet away, but Uta didn't care. He'd finally obtained what he'd wanted for so long and nothing could spoil the overwhelming relief that coursed through his system.
Now everything was going to be okay!
Now your eyes would never haunt him again!
Now he could live again!
Dropping to his knees, Uta let a sob of agony escape. Everything was supposed to be okay now, so why did he feel like he was rotting inside? Letting himself slump to the blood-soaked pavement, he stared up at the moon, his heart stuttering painfully in his chest.
Pain unlike any other he'd ever felt before coursed through his body, but it didn't matter because he was free now, free to live without fear of being consumed by those watchful, dual-colored eyes. A sigh escaped his lips and his eyes closed, his heart beating once and then stilling.
In his last moments, he had no idea that he'd already been consumed...
A/N: This is kinda like an Edgar Allan Poe story, now that I think about it, with the whole "fear of being consumed" deal. Next is Ruth from The Ancient Magus' Bride.
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