Forbidden Fixation (Obsessed!Doctor x Male!Reader)

Taken - 20

As evening fell, it found one doctor employed at Rosemary Sanitarium leaving early for once. Kisaku Haitani was fully satisfied — for the first time in the history of his career. Having Y/n L/n as a patient had easily been the most fulfilling endeavor the psychiatrist had ever undertaken. Everything — from the beginning, feeling the pseudo-fear and trepidation curling in his gut — to the end, to seeing Y/n's motives to protect him. Y/n's hands — so gentle — pressing his own panic button — pressing against the nape of his neck — Kisaku inhaled sharply, feeling his heart nearly beat out of his chest.

There was not one bad thing about Y/n. There was not one thing wrong with him. That picture of innocence, cloaked in a monster's sins... It was so attractive to Kisaku it nearly stole his breath away again.

Still, he needed to head home. The doctor retrieved his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car. The vehicle chirped happily. Kisaku stepped into his car, set his bag on the passenger seat, and leaned forward to stick his key in the ignition.

It was then — that moment precisely — when the cold barrel of a gun pressed into the back of his skull.

Hazel eyes flicked up to meet familiar ones in his rearview mirror.

He breathed in, and then out.

Y/n was pleased he did not have to spend his evening in a cell down in the sanitarium's basement. It made sleeping easier if he didn't have to listen to on and off screams. It made breathing easier if he had the fresh filtered air up here instead of the dank air down below. It just made everything... easier.

Especially... Y/n smirked.

"I told (S/b) I suspected them of being involved in the murders."

Oh, Kisaku... You stupid, idiotic man... Don't you know better now than to not listen to me? Y/n hummed thoughtfully, leg kicking the air happily.

After all, Y/n knew the chances of a blackout. Y/n knew where the pipes were in the wall. Y/n knew which of the sanitarium's staff was on shift at this precise time.

Y/n also knew (S/b).

Better than he almost knew himself.

And Kisaku — a laugh bubbled up in Y/n's chest — said he was innocent.

What a freeing feeling, Y/n smiled at the whitewashed ceiling of his cell.

I had better return the favor.

The barrel of the gun dug in uncomfortably sharp.

"Hello, doctor."

The words were solid, firm, but the voice behind them shook; quivered, like a leaf in autumn. There was a minute tremble that rattled the back of Kisaku's skull. The person's hand was shaking as it held the gun to his head.

"(S/b)," Kisaku shut his eyes, resigned to this fate.

The (man/woman) in the mirror gave a twitchy smile. "I would like to ask you a few questions now but first put the car in reverse. Leave through the checkpoints. I will be hidden back here. If you do anything at all to alert the guards about my presence, I will blow your fucking brains out."

(S/b)'s voice shook, but not because they were scared to pull the trigger.

No, it was because they were hysterical enough to not only pull the trigger, but plant a bullet in any person Kisaku attempted to warn.

So, he'd warn no one. Carefully, with slow movements, Kisaku put the vehicle in reverse and backed out of the space. He drove through each checkpoint, uncomfortably aware of the armed stowaway he had just behind his driver's seat.

Each guard lazily waved him along. Kisaku didn't know if he wanted them to notice or if he wanted them to remain ignorant.

As he pulled out of the sanitarium and the road turned dark and empty, (S/b) appeared once more. The doctor could see the gun's aim from the rearview mirror. Unsurprisingly, it was beelined right to the back of his head.

"You are making a mistake, (S/b). At this point, I have no proof of anything. However, if you continue —" the gun slammed into his head, cutting the rest of his sentence off. Black spots erupted at the edges of Kisaku's vision.

"You don't think I've done bad things? Blowing your fucking brains out would be the least bad of them. I'm still not in prison — and," (S/b) gave a harsh laugh, "I'm not my fucking brother, stuck in a looney bin for the rest of my life. Just drive, fucker. I'll be asking the questions here."

"Question one: what has Y/n said about me?"

Kisaku swallowed, "He told me that you were both at the scene of the crime... both of you were covered in blood, but you weren't there in the official report."

"No, I wasn't," (S/b)'s agreement was cutting. "What else did he say?"

"He only implied you had some sort of role in the murder of Y/n's victims." Kisaku's heart had leapt to his throat. This was the end of the line; all the information he had. He expected to be shot any second.

However, (S/b) only hummed and asked, "That's what he said; what do you think?"

The doctor's mouth suddenly felt dry, "What — what do you mean?"

"Cut the bullshit. What. Do. You. Think? D'you think I did it or do you think I didn't do it? You think I murdered those people or do you think Y/n's so full of shit he should wear a muzzle for the rest of his goddamn life to keep it from coming out?" Each sentence was punctuated by a manic twitch of (S/b)'s head.

Kisaku unwisely imparted the truth: "Y/n hasn't lied to me before. I think you did have some part in it at least."

Of course the man wasn't crazy enough to say what he really thought. That it was all (S/b)'s fault; all their guilt.

(S/b) laughed hysterically at that. "All Y/n does is lie!"

"Then why are you here in my car pressing a gun to my head?" Kisaku argued in the softest voice he could manage.

He caught sight of (S/b)'s feral grin in the mirror.

"Because sometimes he doesn't lie."

The gun pressed just below the skin of Kisaku's right ear.

"Keep driving, doctor. I'll tell you the whole truth eventually."

The darkened road laid ahead of them and the press of a gun laid behind him. As they sped across it, Kisaku only caught a split second side glance at a vehicle. Pulled over, tucked into the forestry surrounding the road, the same make, model, and year of the car (S/b) drove off in just this morning.

The sinking feeling returned to Kisaku's stomach. (S/b) had waited for him. The second Kisaku had told the other he suspected them of having a role in the murders, (S/b) had made this fatal decision.

He should've listened to Y/n.