I DON'T OWN KHR
POISON
She looks at him so trustingly with her big chocolate colored eyes. He smiled back. She turns to leave, completely missing the sadistic gleam that passed through his violet eyes the sick, twisted smile that made its way across his face. Oh how naïve, she's so naïve, trusting him.
He knew he looked the part of a gentleman, and he could act just like one too, but trusting him right of the bat! What a catch this one would be. She invited him to go out again sometime.
Days passed he could see the affection growing in her eyes. He smiled sweetly at her and offered to buy drinks and marshmallows, she nodded eagerly, giggling at his obsession with the white fluffy stuff, the moment he was out of her sight he broke into a fit of insane chuckles.
He invited her for a homemade dinner. She of course, accepted. As much as the thought of her blood and corpse delighted him, A part of him had a foreign emotion, an emotion he couldn't identify. For some reason he wanted to cry.
She came. He already prepared everything, so that her death would be as much fun as possible. However seeing her eat the food and looking at him, her eyes sparkling and full of happiness she said "Wow Byakuran-san, the food is delicious Where did you learn how to cook?"
He smiled charmingly and engaged into a conversation with her answering her question. Without him noticing, the time had passed and it was already dark. She said her goodbyes and left.
He felt a bit better than he did before she came. Glancing around, he decided that the plan would have to commence some other day. He sighed wistfully, however his chest felt tighter.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, yet he didn't get a chance to finish the petite brunette off.
This time she was the one to invite him for a home-made dinner. Just the day before he had decided, he had identified the warm glowing emotion in his chest. He loved her. Looking at her for the first time with a real look of adoration, he smiled. She smiled back , he took a bite of the food.
His vision became fuzzy, he couldn't feel his limbs, he felt light headed…poison! He thought, eyes widening with panick. Looking at the girl in front of him, she sat calmly on the chair opposite to his sipping on her tea, tears rolling down her cheeks.
His vision blackened, he felt his conscious fading and the only thought in his mind was 'why'.
She was a cop, he was an escapee. They were playing a simple game. Its rules were easy, the moment one of them drops his guard it would end… and that person would lose…
A/N
What do you guys think? I thought it was kind of sad :'(… but I will have to say I'm quite proud of it :D I was thinking that maybe I should turn this into a complete story. I'm not sure, what do you guys think?