Forever Ours (Yandere Male Twins x Male Reader) · Completed

Nine

(Y/n) lay awake in bed as Yuu slept besides him. He felt restless and unsettled. Whenever he closed his eyes, the scene he witnessed hours earlier kept replaying in his mind. He didn't feel like sleeping at the moment. He wanted answers! Though Yuu presented him with a plausible explanation as to why Riku was with Jayden, for some reason, (Y/n) felt like it wasn't the full truth.

Toshizou better tell me everything once he comes back! The male perked up at the sound of his front door opening. (Y/n) slowly got up, ensuring he didn't awake Yuu. He wanted to talk to Toshizou first. Alone. 

He made his way out of his bedroom and rushed down the staircase. "Toshi, you're back!" (Y/n) exclaimed, trying to sound enthusiastic. 

Toshizou froze on the spot at the sound of his voice. His eyes locked with (Y/n)'s. Though (Y/n) was trying to be cheerful that his lover hadn't been harmed, the niggling doubt in the back of his mind was making him seem more anxious than relieved.

"What do you want?" Toshizou asked brusquely. (Y/n) sighed, deciding to drop his façade of happiness. He was going to get the truth from Toshi if it was the last thing he did. He stormed over to the blonde-haired male and gripped his collar tight.

(Y/n) narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck happened today?" Toshizou rolled his eyes and pushed (Y/n) off of him. He straightened his collar.

"You don't-" Toshizou started but he was cut off by a harsh slap from (Y/n). The blonde's eyes widened. (Y/n)'s hand shook and burned. The realisation of what he'd just done slowly dawned on him. He took a glance at his hand which was throbbing. . . I let my emotions get the better of me. . . Fuck! Toshi let out a growl of disdain. He then proceeded to roughly pin the (h/c)-haired male against the wall.

"How motherfucking dare you. . ." Toshizou hissed. (Y/n) inhaled deeply. He felt fear clang in his heart but he tried his best not to let this terror get the better of him. He came down here for answers and he was not leaving until he got them!

"I shouldn't have slapped you. . . I'm sorry." (Y/n) apologised softly. Toshi's eyes gentled a little when he heard the apology. (Y/n) bit down onto his lower lip. He was scared of continuing his line of questioning because he worried that Toshi would get mad again, but it was clear that he knew the truth about a lot of things. Toshizou cupped (Y/n)'s cheek.

"It's okay. . ." (Y/n) felt like he was fighting a battle within his mind. One part of him wanted to ask all about Jayden and Riku, yet the other part of him just wanted to leave it be and believe Yuu. . . In the end, he decided to just get it over and done with and ask Toshi what the truth was.

"Toshizou, I'm begging you, please tell me the truth. Did you truly torture Riku? Also, why didn't you tell me about Jayden and what you did to him?. . .  Is it because you were planning to use my feelings to get what you wanted too?. . ." (Y/n) mumbled in a mournful, shaking voice. He didn't know what to believe anymore! (Y/n) winced when Toshizou clasped onto his wrists so tight that they slowly began to feel like they were on fire. (Y/n) tried to pull away from the male's hold with a scowl.

"Why the hell do you care about Riku?! I gave that sick fuck a lesson. He deserved what I did to him. You're lucky I didn't kill him." Toshizou exclaimed in exasperation. (Y/n) was taken aback by this response. There was no signs that (Y/n) could see that Toshi was lying to him. . . So, was Yuu's theory hogwash? (Y/n) remembered the conflict on Yuu's face as he spoke about Riku and Jayden. He must've known the truth but tried to confuse me so I didn't suspect Toshi!

"Riku always caused me pain and grief. I will never ever forgive him for what he did to me. That, however, doesn't mean that you can torture him! You're only stooping down to his level. . ." (Y/n) grunted with a sad sigh. (Y/n) didn't want Toshi to end up an abuser like his father. . . He was desperate to make Toshizou see that what he did was wrong. He would've cupped the cheek that he slapped if his hands weren't being restrained.