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Assassin!Mark x Nemesis!Reader || your first mistake

So ArtZAngel647 gave me this idea, so go follow them. :P
I seriously couldn't find the artist to the drawing, I looked everywhere-
I couldn't find a goddamn thing..
Also this was originally a Yandere x reader, but it turned out way different XD, Mark isn't at a school, so he's basically just an assassin-

Warnings: blood, murder, cringe
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(Mark) Narrator's POV:

Mark cussed under his breath as he was given another mission, Kanashi gave him his target. A lovely girl. But then Kanashi gave him something new, a nemesis, he looked at her with confusion in his eyes.

"Someone who'll try to kill you in the middle of your mission," She explained. Mark nodded before turning his heal and left the room. When he closed the door he smiled, thinking it would be an easy mission.

That was his first mistake.

When Mark first tried to kill the girl, he failed cause he was always stopped by the nemesis. They would stab him every time he tried to attack his target. He had failed every mission because of her, now he only wanted to kill them.

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Mark is walking around his target's house, he had finally killed his target without being bugged by the nemesis. "Fucking god.." He muttered under his breath, as he remembered all those times he failed his missions because of them.

Mark quickly changed out of his bloody clothing and into clean clothes before grabbing his bag full of weapons, putting the strap over his shoulder and walked out the door, acting like nothing had happened.

He was walking back to his house, when someone caught his eye, his nemesis walking into a house. Mark furrowed his eyebrows as he watched them enter their house.

"I guess I should pay them a visit this time.." He grinned as he snuck behind the (color) house. Mark made his way to the backdoor, quietly turning the knob and stepping inside, being carful not to make a noise. He then hid in a nearby closet, machete in hand. He was finally about to do it, he was about to murder his nemesis..

At some point while he was hiding, he accidentally kicked something behind his foot. 'shit-' He thought, before he heard footsteps start to get closer and closer to the closet.

"Get out here.." Their voice called to him, "I know you're in there..." Mark just decided to kick the door down and lunge at them. They both fell to the floor, their knife in hand and his machete in his mouth. He angrily held their hands down against the floor.

As Mark held their hands down, they managed to slit his wrist with the knife. He hissed in pain, but managed to keep their hands down, his hand loosening on theirs only just a bit. Mark managed to toss their knife away and hold both of her wrists above her head, so he can grab his machete..

He tried to get his weapon out his mouth as he still tried to hold their arms down.

When he finally got his machete he raised it, ready to stab them in the chest. They immediately stopped struggling. Mark then looked into their eyes for the first time, he wanted to stab them, but he couldn't. It's like his arm is frozen in place and his eyes are glued to his nemesis'. Mark actually saw fear in their eyes. He could feel his face start to head up...

The male dropped the machete to his side and plopped his hand down beside their head, making the person under him confused. He kept staring into their beautiful and or handsome (eye color) eyes.

Their breath was heavy, in a mix of fear and anger. His breathing turned soft and quiet. They then tried to wiggle their way out of his grasp, but he didn't budge. They can't move their legs either, he's been sitting on them for a while, so they're both numb at the moment...

They tried to cut his arms again, but soon remembered that their knife is all the way in the living room, he threw that thing far..

Mark moved his face closer to theirs, which only made them even more confused and uncomfortable. They could feel his hot breath on their face as he moved closer..and closer. His breath hitched when his face was an inch away from theirs. His 'nemesis' swallowed a wad of spit they've been holding in.

Mark smiled softly at them, his grip loosening on their wrists. They eventually wiggled out of his hands, just to punch him in the face. Mark fell onto his back, knocking the wind out of him in the process, they then grabbed his machete and stabbed him in the chest. The man yelped in pain.

Mark opened his eye to see his nemesis standing over his body, their knife in hand. "Did..did you fake that..?" He asked, a bit of blood pouring from his chest. He starts panting from the pain in his chest, both being his heart and from the machete sticking out of his body.

They just smirked down at him as they nodded, a murderous look in their eyes.

"And believing it was Your First Mistake.." They said before everything went black for Mark..