[Student Council Pet] Yandere! Inarizaki x Reader

(3) Death

🚨INTENSE CHAPTER AHEAD🚨

Kita POV

I looked at the man tied up in front of me, rain dripping from the old church's roof.

I held my knife and unsheathed it, smirking. "Tsukishima Izumi. It has been a long time."

Who the 'ell are you?!" He spat.

I rolled my eyes. "You should know since you fucking killed my mother."

"Who?"

I stabbed the knife into his left hand, driving it into his skin and twisting it around. "Kita Kira. My mother."

"You're which son? Kotaro?"

I moved the knife up, splitting his hand in half before cutting it off and throwing it into the holy water bowl in the dim church.

"Wrong. I am Shinsuke. I suppose it doesn't matter anymore as you're a dead man." I tossed the knife into the air, nicking my thumb and licking up that blood.

Blood has always tasted sweet.

I stared down at him before giving his head a roundhouse kick. "You know, my father always said a church is a place where we can find God. So where is he? Why don't we pray?"

I put the knife down and pressed my palms together, raindrops dripping onto the puddles.

"What the-"

"Shut up, I'm praying."

I waited a few moments before opening my eyes and seeing Izumi staring at me like I was insane.

Well, no wonder.

"My grandmother always said someone is watching," I frowned. "But who's watching us now?"

I lit three candles and moved them to a sheltered area before sitting in the chair in front of Izumi.

"In ten minutes, I'm lighting the place on fire. Anything you want to say before I give you a slow and painful death?"

He glared at me before shaking his head. "You love my daughter (y/n), correct? Well she'll never love a scumbag such as yourself. My daughter is strong and isn't the same fearful girl as you once knew."

"Mmhm." I didn't doubt that at all as I saw her kill off three men and four women at an event last year who had tried to capture her for me. "I am aware. But that's okay, I don't care. And neither do they."

I snapped my fingers. "You can show yourselves."

On my cue, everyone came out and had their weapons ready.

"You're going to pay for keeping her away from us," Osamu and Rintarou snarled with hatred.

Only Michinari was the only one with a solemn expression. "Do we at least have your blessing to marry her one day?"

"You do, but only if you save her! I know you don't want to do this, Michinari."

I also knew of his intentions, but let it slide as I had a plan to stop him if he really did act upon his thoughts.

"Time's up." I flicked open the gasoline, pouring all over his body and around a special room inside the church, humming a tune that I hadn't heard since I was a baby in my mother's arms.

We did our deeds and left a bomb in his mouth that was attached to a string near the stream of gasoline.

He would watch the place be lit aflame before he would be exploded.

I cleaned my bloodied knife and placed his eyeballs into a jar for (y/n) to eat if she wasn't listening to us once we got her back, taking a candle and smirking at Izumi who couldn't see shit.

"Goodbye, Izumi. See you in Hell."

I knew the plane heading to Japan was carrying our doppelgängers, or people that looked like us that weren't us.

We still had time.

Reader POV (5 minutes later)

We arrived in Rome hours later.

Kenjiro had to go somewhere to meet his mother and I had to go to the Vatican to meet my father there.

Yuji followed me and marveled at the sights. "Man, this place is all religious and shit, but it's awesome! Maybe I should become a pope,"

"Yeah, the pope of what? Sex?" I teased him.

He stuck his tongue at me. "Why not? Besides, I see girls and guys alike simping for me."

"Egotistical bastard," I shoved him playfully before getting inside a building to find the key that my father left for me to get before we would meet him at a restaurant nearby.

I got it quickly and saw people staring at me with curiosity before I showed them the mark on my arm in the shape of a V with an X at the top right arc thingy.

The guards stood up straighter and nodded discreetly to Yuji and I.

"The old man wasn't kidding when he said that your family is well connected," Yuji commented as we walked to the restaurant.

"Mmhm." I spotted a girl on the streets about the age of 12, holding a cup and shaking it, begging people in Italian to offer their change.

I opened my wallet and fished out the equivalent of €2 million, handing it to her. "Keep that safe," I told her.

Her green eyes glimmered with appreciation and was about to speak when I shushed her, seeing a flash of silver.

Somehow, the gaze seemed very familiar and I wasn't getting a good feeling.

I turned around and saw a flash of silver walking in the crowd.

"Hm..." I decided to follow them since it was still noon and I didn't have to meet the old man until 1pm.

But then I heard a sound of someone screaming and opened a room to see it completely lit and my father with a bomb in his mouth.

"LET'S GO!" Yuji shouted, grabbing my hand and yelling in Italian a warning as everyone left the building.

I was one of the last to go, feeling a pair of eyes on me before Yuji pulled me to safety.

When I was outside, I saw a flash of gray and saw amber eyes I only saw four years ago.

It was him.

Kita Shinsuke.

But before I could go chase him, Yuji grabbed my hand and brought me out of the church, coughing as he tried not to inhale the soot and other shit.

And that was the exact moment I knew it was time to get my revenge as the church blew up behind us.

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Not my usual 1.5k+ word chapter, but I hit a small roadblock. My apologies for the late chapter.