Monster
❒ PAIRINGS: Killer!KyojuroRengokuXReader
❒ CW: Mentions of Murder
❒ BACK STORY: it’s a Friday night and after months of hiding due to seeing a terrible event unfold, you’re waiting in front of the movie theatre for your group of friends to show up, not knowing that they brought a familiar face.
It’s like you’ve seen a ghost.
Something, or to be more precise, someone you have tried many times to get it out of your head yet comes back with a vengeance once you think you have finally done. You must be going mad because as you’re standing there waiting for your group to approach you, they appeared in the crowd and with your peers no less.
Why are they here? Who invited them here?
The golden question appears bright in your mind. Like a moth to a flame, you start searching for answers inside your own mind but soon realize that you know only they can answer but knew you couldn’t, no you mustn’t ask them. Your mind starts to slowly go into a frenzy asking the same thing over and over. Why why why why why?
This cannot be happening.
But it is. And the worst part of it all is that while you’re frozen in place with a look of terror on your face, your friends, accompanied by the monster, are starting to approach you. Some with looks of worry and others with looks of happiness on their faces. They are saying things, nothing their hands in the air trying to snap you out of your frozen state but to no avail. You were too busy trying to find a way out of there. Trying to find a way to escape.
There’s still time to run.
There is but not much. Since they have spotted you, they are more that ready to run after you if needed and you don’t know if you will be fast enough to get away but you must. You MUST for it’s the only way that you’ll be able to survive. They don’t know what you know about the ghost. They don’t know that they are murderers. That you saw with your own two eyes what they have done, what they are capable of and you’re hoping they never do. But one question is remaining, why haven’t you started to run yet?
Before you realized, you were surrounded by your peers. Laughter and questions could be heard all around you but all you could do was silent stare in terror as the person, the ghost who has haunted your nightmares and was the original reason for you shutting yourself in your apartment for months standing a couple feet away.
You can still make a run for it.
But you wouldn’t because even though your mind was made up and ready to sprint, your body became unresponsive, cemented to the ground you stood on. A smile slowly forming on his face. His eyes met yours with such intensity that it made your body shake. As your friend proceeded to pull him towards where you were standing to introduce him to you, nails dig into your arm accompanied by a forced panicked smile. You’re doomed.
You can’t run now.
Shivers coursed down your spine as you friend happily introduced you to her new friend. You attempt to crack a smile but felt too uncomfortable to do so. Standing not feet but inches away from you was the person, no the monster that you have been trying to avoid for fear that he might have figured out that you were a witness to his heinous act was now in front of you.
“You friend must be shy. That’s okay!” He says while smiling at your friend. “My names Kyojuro! May I know your name?”
Eyes wide and beaming down at you like the white hot scorching sun, his smile widens and you can see the tips of his canines peak, burning you down to the bone. A husky, deep tone vibrates from him, forcing your eyes make contact. You can feel the energy coursing through him and can tell that the energy was not that of a good person but of a trained killer. Your throat goes dry from the awkward silence making speaking impossible. Before you could, someone from the crowd yelled that it was time to go in, making everyone hurriedly rush inside the building.
“Maybe next time” he says while still maintaining eye contact, scanning your face and body to see how you would react but was met with only a nod. It’s suffocating and almost makes you want to vomit but you hold out until you no longer can see him in the crowd. As soon as you’re certain, you make a run for it, not thinking twice about looking back. There’s no way you’re staying there and you make sure that there’s never a next time.
God you wish there’s never a next time. But wishing and luck can only get you so far.
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