Pregame Alternative Universe.
Korekiyo walked through the empty halls, he unfortunately had to stay after school since some kid accused him of writing on the bathroom walls. He noticed some pink liquid on the ground.
'Is this.. Blood?'
He thought to himself as he heard a weird noise coming from a nearby classroom. He quietly opened the door, his eyes widened in horror.
There were bodies of his fellow classmates, about four or five. The floor was painted with the blood coming out of the many stab wounds from each of the bodies. His eyes looked upwords to see his classmate, Rantaro Amami, covered in blood, and holding a knife.
Korekiyo falls against the wall, covering his mouth, as he started to shake and cry.
"Kiyo?! This isn't what it looks like!"
Rantaro dropped the knife, panicking as he got on his knees next to the shaking boy.
"Y.. You killed them!.. W.. Why?.."
Rantaro grabbed Korekiyo's hand.
"They hurt you, Kiyo. I wasn't going to let that happen anymore."
Korekiyo only let our more tears as he started to break down.
"No, no, no, no.. Kiyo, baby. Don't cry. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you."
Rantaro gently forced Korekiyo's chin up to look at his face, smearing a little bit of blood on his cheek.
"Look at me."
He grips Korekiyo's hands a little harder. Smiling at him.
"I'm not going to hurt you, baby boy. I promise. I just want you to be safe."
Korekiyo choked on his sobs.
"W.. why are you doing this?.."
Rantaro cups Korekiyo's cheek in his hand.
"It's because I love you! You're the only thing I love more than anything else! Even Danganronpa!"
The classroom became silent for a while. Rantaro pulling Korekiyo into his arms, protectively holding him while stroking his hair.
"I'll protect you from everything, Korekiyo. Just say that you love me."
Korekiyo started shaking more.
"Kiyo. Do you love me?"
Korekiyo couldn't deny that he did, he had a crush on Rantaro for a long time. Though, he was completely terrified, already having an anxiety attack.
"Y.. yes! I do..!"
Rantaro smiled widely, holding Korekiyo even closer.
"I love you too, Kiyo. Now that you're mine, nobody will ever touch you again."
Korekiyo cried and forced himself to snuggle against his new captor. Feeling his hair being played with.
"Hehe. You're so cute."
Rantaro kisses Korekiyo, as he struggled a little to get out of Rantaro's progressively tightening grip on him.
"Sorry my love, didn't mean to hurt you. If I let go, will you run away from me?"
"N.. no."
"Promise?"
"Promise.."
Rantaro let go, forcing Korekiyo against the wall.
"Stay here, I need to finish getting rid of these." He pointed at the bodies.
"I love you, Korekiyo. When I'm done, how about we go back to my place and take a nice bath? You've got a little bit of blood on you. Can't have that pretty doll face get dirty." He giggled while dragging one of the bodies away.
Korekiyo curled up into a ball and cried. First he had to deal with his sister, and now this? He just wanted the pain to end. He soon cried himself to sleep.
______________________________________Korekiyo slowly opened his eyes, immediately jumping back as he saw Rantaro right on top of him.
"W.. what?! Where am I-?!"
Rantaro placed his index finger on Korekiyo's exposed lips.
"Shh. You're in my room. You fell asleep on the ground, silly."
Korekiyo looked around.
'Yep. This is definitely his room.'
He thought as he looked at his clothing.
"What happened to my clothes?"
"You had blood on them, so I washed them while I bathed you! You look absolutely adorable in my clothes!"
"You.." Korekiyo stopped in the middle of his sentence.
"Oh! Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"No."
"Right, sorry."
Rantaro placed a kiss on Korekiyo's lips.
"I love you, Korekiyo. I'm so happy you're mine!"
"I love you too." Korekiyo said quietly as Rantaro hugged him.
"I'm going to take good care of you, don't worry."
Korekiyo laid his head on Rantaro's shoulder.
This isn't the situation he wanted to be in, but at least he was going to be taken care of. Right?
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Amaguji Stories.
Short StoryI didn't want my other book to be just Amaguji and someone, you know who you are, said it was a good idea. So, this is it. There will be a trigger warnings, of course. Also, I'm not good at writing, so my apologies. The pacing may be awful, the cha...