AN: Becuase I had an idea for Yandere.
Stupid Moss.
The moss-headed, directionally challenged, muscle bound idiot. The green-haired swordsman who gets lost even when given directions vocally or by signs and maps. The one who trains with ten ton weights, and managed to count to one thousand even with his pathetic math skills. He was the one who took the pain of his captain, almost died, but called it nothing. He was the one who survived a cut from a sword an ordinary person would have died from. Yet he lives and breathes.
He's the idiot who can drink sake at any hour of the day, and drink a complete Barrel of the alcoholic beverage and not be the slightest bit tipsy. He was the man that could wield three swords, and fell any enemy if given the slightest reason. He could cut through titanium with his swords and act as if it were nothing. He had the power of a God, but he was human. And even with all his power, all his determination and ability. He could not feel my love.
Idiot Swordsman.
The way he fought? He moved with the grace of a professional dancer, but the ferocity of the wildest beast. Beaten and battered he may seem, but fuelled with the desire to surpass all? He was unstoppable. We fought, yet we were friends. We argued, yet we were family. Even without blood ties we were close. Never once though, did he consider us more. And it hurt. He was wild, untamed. Something I could never be even in my wildest dreams.
But I couldn't handle it any longer. No. He wouldn't ignore me anymore. Why? Because tonight his Sake would taste bitter and more acidic. Tonight his brow would furrow in confusion as he grew weaker. And as his eyelids dropped and dark consumed his vision? He would see my smile.
A groan. So my lover was awake. He immediately registered his surroundings and looked around wearily. His memory would be hazy and his speech a bit slurred, but he was otherwise unharmed. He woke feel groggy and stiff, and finally the chill would reach his back as he noticed he laid on a stone slab. He would try to sit up in his confusion to realize he was cuffed to the slab by some type of restraints. One on both wrists, another around his waist, and one on both ankles. Now he alarmed.
A chuckle escapes my lips as a step forward from the shadows in the corner. He stiffness as my face comes into view and a smile spreads on my lips. He's confused. He questions me. I advance in silence. He grows suspicious, I continue to advance. I draw my index finger up his leg to his torso, over his waist to his chest, and stop at his chin. A grin replaces my smile as I lean over him, our faces inches apart. I can smell Sake and mint, and intoxicating mix that mingles with the dank, rotting wood smell of the abandoned warehouse.
I tip his chin with my thump and our lips meet, sending jolts of searing hot electricity through my vines. His eyes are wide with shock, but he pulls away. I 'tsk' and frown. Ah, he wanted more? A wicked grin comes over my lips as I climb up and straddle him just above his waist. He had his chance to love me and be free. Now?
He was all mine.
See? Isn't that better?