#ottorable

Kou felt rather odd. She couldn’t quite explain it, but all day she’d had this nervous feeling, as if someone were watching her closely. She brushed it off most of the day, there was no way anyone could find a girl like her attractive enough to stare at, right? 

    While the match had been more exciting than anticipated, Kisumi was glad to have been able to get out of the sun. It had been beating down on his head and while his hair was lighter in color -- just feeling it still burned his fingers. He fanned himself by shaking the fabric of his shirt as he came down the stadium steps to meet up with the members of Iwatobi and Samezuka. 

   A low whistle escaped his lips as herds of men came in their team-appropriate sweats, all of them laughing and chattering excitedly about the match. As they all passed Kisumi, the boy felt his brows furrow in question. Where were the guys he knew...? 

It was cute, not that she would admit it at any point soon. If anyone asked her; his interest in bugs was just weird. Though, seeing him with dirt in his hair and on his face, it did have her see him in a different light. Her sleeve was on his cheek before she realised it, brushing away the mud with a soft chuckle at the pride he showed of his hobby. 

Gou was a little annoyed if she was completely honest, who wouldn’t be after knowing someone had been following them around the shopping centre. But the way he just admitted to it. Gou was caught off guard with the quick confession. She couldn’t help but relax her stern gaze, curious on the reason. 

She unfolded her arms, dropping them to her hips instead, watching him starting to believe that he was making it up but her thoughts were thrown off with his words, “What?!” her eyes were wide and she suddenly felt sick. Gross. A beetle had been climbing all over her. The fact it was rare she couldn’t give a damn. 

Seeing him move forward, Gou stayed still, hands covering her face, letting him take whatever it was off her back, “You let me walk about for an hour with it? Momotarou?! You’re suppose to tell me straight away!” . She shivered suddenly feeling creepy crawling all over her body. 

Another unfortunate victim. A seemingly innocent one compared to certain other victims the man had in the past. Torturing bad people gave him a proper reason on why he did it, but for this one, Tae’ji had no humane reason for capturing him. He wanted to test something new, or perhaps he had gotten impatient on getting a new body to take care of. Take care of, in his very own wicked way.

“Shh... Take it easy, I don’t want you bleeding to death.” A smooth and dangerous voice came from the silver-haired male’s mouth. Knees bent slightly as his clean hand reached to press down at the bandaged spot on the male’s side. “Looks like it hurts quite a lot still.” He mused as if thinking out loud while his fingers carefully ran over the bandages and as quickly as he had touched them, his hand pulled away with small stains of blood left on his hand.

How beautiful. Humans could bleed so much when they were still alive, but a shame they had their limits and he didn’t want the poor boy to reach death on the first couple of days. It had been a shame that he had to get so violent to capture him, but on the other hand, he had times when he had accidentally killed someone before he got them into his special room.

“By now you should know the answers yourself, I’m the man who attacked and kidnapped you and I will be the only thing keeping you alive from now on.” Tae’ji finally, after a moment of ignoring the man’s questions, replied with a calm tone. He could have added that he might be the one to take his life as well, but he didn’t want the boy to panic any more than they already did.

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Relaxed, sitting on his soft chair with the buttons of his suit fully open and hanging back against his sides. Tae’ji lifted his foot on the corner of the nearby table and shifted his dark eyes to his captive. Such a gentle soul, innocent, in his own way with a cutesy name, Momo. How long would he keep him? He hadn’t decided, because most of his victims died either after a long plan on how to kill them or then by accident due to his violent mood changes.

“I can bring a tv down here, but this ain’t a hotel and I’m not your servant.” Tae’ji firmly replied while making eye contact with the younger male. “I can give you a paper and pen if you want to write or draw for me. Might cure the boredom a bit.” Not that his plan totally didn’t include on giving such items to him eventually. The start of the progress of figuring what kind of art piece to make out of the man.

“Unless you prefer me to get physical with you and join you in your little cage? Would you like that better?” There was a strange flirty tone to his voice with a hint of darkness in it. Tae’ji, playing with his toys, nothing new from him. He didn’t really torture people that much in a physical manner unless they were annoying him enough.