Sweet Melodies (Itachi yandere x reader) modern

Part 4

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He laid you down again on that big cozy bed, your new bed in your new room, your new home...your new life. He looked closely at your face, and maybe...no, not maybe but surely, you'll fall in love with him.

He pulled the covers on you and left the room. He walked downstairs, then unlocked a certain room in the farthest side of the house.
He removed the curtains from the large windows letting light enter. Taking a look outside through the glass, he saw that the ocean seemed a little troubled today.

He looked back at all the paintings around him, hanging on the walls, being put on the floor and even still unfinished. The paintings he drew himself, paintings of you he drew relying only on his own imagination.

"You are much prettier in real life, [name]", he muttered to himself standing in front of a big portrait of you he draw a while after he got to know about you from Shisui. He looked at every detail, he surely missed some, he wasn't a professional painter in the end, but for you he became one, and since that you're here now, in front of him, he will be able to make more and more of these beautiful priceless antics of you...

He looked at his hands, a single hair of yours was stuck between his fingers. It was a small thing, but it meant a lot to him. He wasn't holding a photo of you on a screen or a sheet a paper, now he was holding a hair of yours, something that is really yours, something that it is part of you.

He was too deep in love to that point, that a single hair of yours would make him feel jolts of happiness, he was insane. He was so obsessed with you, and he created an environment around him to nourish that obsession about you.

On the other section of the art room there was a piano, and on a desk beside it, there were piles of papers that had many songs and melodies he composed for you, only you...

You woke up again, unlike the first time you didn't try to get up and look for a way fo escape, you already know it is useless, you're trapped in his territory.
You held your head in your hands and tried to think of a solution, there should be a way to leave, he is mad, insane, he is dangerous, the faster you leave...the better it is.

Your thoughts has been interrupted by a soft knock on the door, you felt your chest tightens at this, he is back. He walked toward you with a tray of food in his hands, breakfast.
He placed it on the bedside table next to you, then sat down as well. You didn't even want to look at him, you were still very angry and disappointed, but he also loves that, he loves your everything.

"[Name], I'm sorry for what I did earlier, but I had to", you looked at him from the corner of your eye.
"You had to?!", you asked in a cold tone giving him a glare from your eyes.
"You were going hysterical, I had to stop you before you might hurt yourself", he said, trying to justify his deed.
"Yeah, so you decided to save me the trouble of doing so and punched me instead", you said glaring more at him, he is still calm as always.

"[Name], that's enough", he didn't seem that he wants to go through all that fight again.
"You don't have the right to decided when it is enough and when it is not!!", you said in a high pitched voice.
"You still don't get it. Forget about leaving this place, I already have you, and I'm never letting you go", he said standing up, his voice seemed more serious and kinda...upset a little, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Keeping resisting without a plan is not gonna be any good for you, and waiting for someone to rescue you seemed foolish. He surely had made sure no one will be able to track you down, and even if someone managed to find you, it might be too late, or he might harm them...
You felt some tears gather in your eyes, you felt helpless. You never thought your songs will get you into this, but they did. Your art is the reason you're suffering now, and by each passing moment, you were getting more afraid, thinking when will he finally reveal his true intentions to you...

Your stomach growled breaking the silence. Even if you hated to take anything from him, you know you can't stay without food. Not eating will do you no good, you need energy to put your mind together and think of a way to escape.
Coffee, tea, milk, cakes, scrambled eggs, honey, cheese, butter, bread, fruits...so many delicious things to fill up your stomach with, you surely have noticed the way he ordered and organized everything in the tray in a neat way, he seems to have a high sense of discipline.

As you finished breakfast, you walked to the bathroom, a beautiful and big one for sure. As expected, he had already prepared it and equipped it with everything you would need.
After taking a shower, you walked out and took the tray in your hands and left the room, heading downstairs looking for the kitchen. You put the tray there and then went to the living room, he wasn't there, he no longer thinks he should keep an eye on you, he knows you can't escape.

You turned on TV, not having your phone or computer to connect with the world outside, TV was your only source of news.
For a while you felt depressed and sad, no one seemed to care that much for your disappearance. You're surely a star and all, you know that on social media people are boiling with anger and waiting desperately for you but...in the other world, the real world, there are more important things than your sudden disappearance, the stock market, gold and diamond mines, oil and gas, political activity...

There were some news about you on the newsreel, but it wasn't as you expected or the way you wanted to be, just some brief news...no! Stop thinking this way, stop thinking the way he told you before, you shouldn't feel weak now, soon your family and your friends will find you, no matter what!! You're not forgotten!!!