Nothing in this fanfiction follows the canon storyline(s). All plot is created by myself and in no way relates to the series as a whole. I do not own Kagerou Project/Mekakucity Actors/Kagerou Daze, nor do I own the characters. This is just for pure fun and fanservice (haha, but this is rated T, so it's not THAT much fanservice).

This story is partially making fun of the attraction that someone has for the character, and also somewhat over exaggerating it, but I can't say too much about it, since it was originally based on me haha. Now, the characters have pretty generalized and, well... You'll understand after this chapter!

Anyway, please enjoy reading this!

Chapter 1

I lifted the book from the shelf, biting my lip in excitement. This was the next volume of the manga I had been reading for quite some time now. The way things seemed, I thought for sure that this volume would end it all, but I kind of hoped that there would be more.

I take the book to the cashier, paying for it quickly before looking for a good place to read. A quiet corner of the bustling bookstore immediately catches my attention and I take quick strides to reach it. The chair is comfy as I sink into it, almost pulling my legs up before realising that I was in public.

I smiled as I opened the cover, immediately being pulled into the story. I sat for a short time, focused on the book, before sighing with a smile. My favorite character had finally appeared. No one quite understands my obsession with the guy, and I suppose I can't even explain it myself; there's just something about Kuroha from "Kagerou Daze" that struck me as attractive. I couldn't say that it was his violent tendencies, nor the fact that his sole purpose in life is to kill, but there was definitely something that kept me from running to the hills…

"Oh yeah," I thought as I looked down at a picture of him where he was grinning ear to ear in his psychotic fashion. "I guess it actually is the craziness…" I sigh, shaking my head. This was really a problem; almost more so than my infatuation with Kizami Yuuya from Corpse Party.

Several kids pass by, playing and making noise as children will do. Normally, I wouldn't be bothered by this, but I was trying to read at the moment and their squeals were not particularly welcome.

I close the book, pushing it into the bag as I stood to leave. It had begun to feel stuffy in here anyway and I knew I would be more comfortable at home. I made my way out of the store, searching for my car before giving up and pressing the panic button. After loading my things into the car, I cranked the ignition. The drive home was uneventful and filled with thoughts of the unfinished manga sitting in the passenger's seat beside me. I had to use every ounce of self control that I had to keep from reading it as I drove.

I pulled into the front yard, putting the vehicle in park and walking briskly up to the front door. I curse under my breath as I fumble with my keys, dropping them several times as I balance my bags. Finally opening the door, I take a deep breath as my cozy, cluttered living room welcomed me home. After setting everything down in my bedroom, I flopped onto the bed, kicking my shoes off as I picked up where I left off.

I thumb the page, hesitant to turn his smirking face over. It was hard to explain the feeling I had. I almost felt like I wanted, no, needed, to meet Kuroha. Like there was nothing else more important in the world than to talk to him. It was silly, honestly; there was no way for me to do so, and thinking about it any longer would surely drive me mad.

I pause, glancing quickly at the page. I'm confused for a moment; did something move? I shake my head; maybe I was already insane.

I turn the page, reading the next section until I hear a low, muffled chuckle. I sit up, looking around. "Hello! Who's there!?" There was no response until a short laugh sounded below me. I flip the page back quickly, falling back with a gasp as Kuroha's smirk grew wider.

I rub my eyes quickly, then look back to the page, leaning in closer and squinting my eyes. This must be a dream. I thought. How else could I have explained something like this?

The book began to feel heavy in my hands. The warmth that had been there just a moment ago was replaced with biting cold. It seemed to melt in my hands, although the pages remained clear. As I try to set it down, black ooze trails up my arms, quickly wrapping itself around the entirety of my body. I let out a scream, though I'm sure no one hears me; I live alone and my neighbors were at least a house's distance away.

A black substance clouds my vision as I'm pulled away; to where, I'm not sure. The ooze thrashes around, and I feel as though it will tear me apart.

The black muck settles quite suddenly and I can hear my heart beating out of my chest. In the next second, I fall a short ways, collapsing onto the ground in a tired heap. My breathing is quick and ragged. Everything is blurry and fading quickly; I can see nothing but a dark alley before giving in to the incessant call of the darkness consuming my vision.

Fun fact: I actually am obsessed with both Kizami and Kuroha. Am I a masochist? Nah, not really. If you make me bleed I'll kick you in the nethers (which would hurt for both genders, by the way). Am I insane? Hell yes.