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(Yandere) ᴋʏᴏᴋᴏ ᴋɪʀɪɢɪʀɪ x ɢɴ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴍᴀᴋᴏᴛᴏ ɴᴀᴇɢɪ x ʙʏᴀᴋᴜʏᴀ ᴛᴏɢᴀᴍɪ

ᴛᴡ. ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ. ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴡᴀꜱɴ’ᴛ, ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜꜱ. ᴋʏᴏᴋᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ, ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, v1 spoilers!!

The morning had been quiet.

Everyone was reticent. A ‘Thank you’ here and there, and possibly a ‘goodbye’, but that was about it. Everyone sat at their designated areas, but no one spoke a word. Not even to their closest friends or companions.

Kiyotaka hadn’t been seen for days. Every morning felt bland and futile without him, almost like there was a missing piece to this very complicated puzzle. Kiyotaka kept everyone grounded and steady, even at the worst times when everyone felt unsteady and depressed, he never failed to cheer them up. Especially you.

You had formed quite the friendship with him. He was genuine, lively, and had the attitude of a true and bona fide leader. It made sense for his ultimate. You expected nothing less from your fellow friend, one who always believed in everyone, even his friend who.. didn’t deserve to be trusted. Even when others called Mondo out, Kiyotaka refused to cooperate and instead rebelled and refused until he broke, and Mondo was ultimately executed.

And that concerned you. It was terrible to watch, very grotesque. Seeing him spiral out of control until he became butter rose a bile up your throat, resulting in you almost vomiting. One look at Makoto and you knew the feeling was mutual.

Of course, in result, it left you all extremely gloomy and, well, filled with despair-

“Why so discouraged? You’re usually smiling like the idiot you are.”

You turn to see a familiar figure towering over you. One you never expected to see joining the rest of you in the cafeteria. Part of you wanted to jump up and hug him, but another thought it was kind of strange to see him here. After all, the stoic male never came here, not once.

You sigh and turn back around, “What are you doing here, Kayak? I thought we were too poor to be in your presence, your majesty.”

In irony, you slipped out of the chair and bowed down to him. When you looked up to see his scrunched-up and repulsed expression, you mentally fist-bumped yourself. Teasing him was all part of the plan, as he would easily open up if he were vulnerable.

Without replying, he sat down in the chair next to the one you had claimed. His eyes were glued shut, and face turned away. It all came together when you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks, which you chuckled playfully at, before your mind clicked and another bitter yet comical joke flooded from your wide mouth.

Before you were able to say anything, two split braids came into view. You instantly recognized the uniform and soft tone, the way she fidgeted with her fingers, and her signature stutter.

“M-master.. could I-I get you any-anything..?”

She was particularly apprehensive today. You assumed she was in a frenzy after her favorite person finally came to the cafeteria willingly, and not by a terrifying, tall woman dragged him by his collar and threw him onto the chair next to you, saying something along the lines of, “take it. I don’t want it anymore.”

Speaking of Kyoko, she was right there; leaning near the door and.. staring at you?

“Yes. Caviar, to be precise.”

“C-Caviar?”

“Aye, Kayak,” you waved to him, a sly smirk. “We don’t eat rich people food over here. The closest to gourmet here is a donut, one with frosting, if you’re lucky.”

Byakuya retaliated in response. His lip twitches every now and then, until he replies, grunting. “I suppose.. some turtle soup will do.”

He snapped his fingers in effect. Little did he know, we didn’t eat such exquisite dishes here, and that he’d be leaving on an empty stomach if he were so picky. But Toko, being the lovestruck girl she was, didn’t want to disappoint the love of her life.

“O-okay,” she shuttered with pleasure, “if that’s what you want, master, I’ll get it for you..” She paced quickly to the kitchen in hopes of pleasing her master.

“Pst, Boat-Boy,” you leaned into his ear, hands cupping around it to minimize drawing any unneeded attention from those around you. “We don’t have any soup. Unless you want warm water? But that’s kind of weird. But you’re weird. Now I see why. Okay, bye!”

You saw Byakuya’s stoic expression mold into one of betrayal and fury. Just as he was about to act upon his emotions, someone yelled from the kitchen, no other than Genocide Jack herself. Then a swarm of funky individuals approached him, very unpleasant for someone so distant and antisocial. You saw his face form into utter despair, as his watery eyes practically begged for your help.

You didn’t heed his call, and instead left him to his misery. Oh well.

As you skipped gleefully out of the now boisterous room, you sang in victory. Seeing someone so composed and intelligent crumble before your very hands felt unnaturally rewarding. Especially if it were Kayak.

Suddenly, much to your dismay, you collided with a certain lavender cilium detective. Before you were able to speak, a hand clasped swiftly around your wrist, encasing it so tightly that you couldn’t budge. You had no other option than to be dragged along harshly, behind the once bashful detective you’ve once known. Pulling you down the hall rather aggressively, the detached female halted abruptly at her room, apathetically tossing you onto the bed, where she roofed you, holding your wrists above your head. It would’ve been romantic if her grip weren’t so tight and her eyes weren’t as dull as now. You thought she was serious before, but look at her now.. she was oddly attractive.

Her eyes sharpened once you twitched. They landed on your wrists, the part she needed to restrain, and she did. With her gloved, lanky hands, she caused a piercing wince from you.

“Kyoko...not that I’m upset with this arrangement, but why exactly are you pinning me to your bed so suddenly, especially without my consent?”

Her iron-grip on your wrists loosened for a quick moment, but before you could take advantage of the situation, she struck you in the rib-cage. “Hng- Shit-!”

Her hand clasped over your mouth, shutting it efficiently and tight enough to draw blood. Tears welled in your eyes at her actions, and she slightly blanched. Your reaction wasn’t pleasant to her, but what did she expect? What does someone do when you hurt them? Especially if you had trusted them so dearly?

Kyoko put a finger to her lips, shushing you. It was a sign, you knew, and you nodded as quickly as you could. Though it may have raised suspicion in her, she slowly removed her hand from over your mouth, leaving you to lick your lips in dehydration. A bit of metallic mixed in.

“Don’t speak, not a word,” she demanded. You knew the walls were soundproof, so why was she taking such precautions? It muddled you densely, but you shifted on the bed without a word, as she had said. “You must be confused. Allow me to explain.”

She pulled the glove up her hand, seeming professional. It was only fit for a detective such as herself. But what wasn’t adding up was this very uncanny situation right now, that for some reason, included you.

She let out a hefty sigh, turning her head away from you in order to avoid your gaze. You rubbed your wrists. They felt sore, and you noticed faint bruises. Did she really do this?

“You’re good at acting, I’ll give you that.”

Was it meant to be a compliment? Didn’t sound like one, but you didn’t want to die yet, so you just nodded. You were still scared of what else she was capable of.

“Maybe it’s because you fake a smile constantly, that’d explain it.” She tutted, then finally turned her darkened gaze on you. You never thought she’d smile, but most of all, not one of mockery. It felt.. degrading. Like you were powerless, defenseless, fallen into a state of despair, while she held the key to hope.

It was revolting.

“After all,” she snapped her fingers, walking over to a table covered with a cloth. Without hesitation, she snatched the cloth off, revealing multiple records with your name adorning them. A bile rose in your throat. “Only maniacs like you could assist me.”

“H-huh?”

“Don’t you see, my love? This is the only way-“ she tilted your head up by your chin, her hold gentle unlike the previous ones, “-we could ever conquer the world. You and I.. do or die?”

It wasn’t meant to be this way. Kyoko loved you? But why.. would she ever do this?

Her grip compacted, and that’s when you knew you had to think of an answer quick. After all, it was only do or die.

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