W I L D (Yandere hybrid x reader)

4:

We all exited Lelita's and walked together through the suburban streets, basking in the golden afternoon glow as we silently headed down to the train station. I could tell my friend's eyes were stuck on me, observing with a hidden intent while I examined my hands. The shakiness had ceased quite dramatically since leaving the building and my otherwise out-of-focus vision cleared with my heart settling back to a normal pace. 

And though this 'malady' faded into obscurity, a small peak of adrenaline had kept my senses alert along our silent walk.

"That was weird," I muttered trying to break the tension between us. I let my hands drop to my sides. "Maybe I did need fresh air after all."

But my genuine comment didn't go down too well with Kina. She skipped ahead and flipped around, walking backward and eyeing me with the narrowed eyes of a disappointed mother. 

"I know... I know." I say with a guilty sigh, Kina was always one to make sure we were living healthy and always tried to check in on our states as much as possible. Although this sensation had the feeling of outside influence, maybe the debilitating state I found myself in was something I could fix. "I'll go to the doctor when I have the time to. It's probably nothing big."

"Even you just saying that worries me." She says spinning back around and walking by my left side. "I suspect you are either not eating enough, have an iron deficiency, or are getting some sort of chronic fatigue... Maybe I could use the brainwave mechanism to scan what's going on inside your head..." 

"Yeah maybe..." I huffed. 

As Kina goes on about her theories, I find myself thinking back to the two times this has already happened to me.

There was one distinct and definite link between the two...the dark stirring presence, one that called through the woods and froze me to my core. The one that must be a hybrid. As much as I tried to rationalize it, there was something bigger to this than chronic fatigue. And if I focus, push away thoughts floating around in my mind. I can still feel that hair-raising sensation that something is watching me from afar.

I glance around myself; down the rain-dampened concrete streets, in the old-fashioned antique stores we pass by and the small dirty dead-ended alleyways, and watching the umbrella-holding, rain-coated characters that walk on by. I looked everywhere with nothing there which brought me even closer to this overwhelming paranoid state.

As I scan the area once again I notice Asher with her eyes sunk to the sidewalk and lazily followed step after step. For my bubbly friend to be so quiet and have such a dispirited aura, there had to be something wrong... There had to be something heavy on her mind.

"Asher?" She glances up at me and stares for a long-draining moment. It's when she looked away from me that The ginger thinned her small lips in anxiety and slowed to a complete halt. I stop and Kina also turns back to see Asher tucking in tightly to her green coat, the heat of her breath floating away from under her hood and her gaze bravely coming up to meet me once more. 

"I need to tell you something." She says with an expressionless tone. Asher flicks the green hood back and reveals little emotion donned her freckled face. Although there was no true telling what had changed her to be like this, there was a clear sense of suspicion.

"We're about to miss the train... tell us when we are at her place," Kina says walking ahead of us I silently agree with a subtle head nod and follow down the subway. My heart pounding in cruel anticipation to hear just what was with Asher.

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The rugged chugging of the train was calming in a way, kind of like the sensation a baby would feel being rocked to sleep. Each sway and bounce had its rhythm, It was easy to get lost inside it like a song.