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Chapter 7
It was a feast to his eyes, watching her pondering, slender form as her eyebrows knitted delicately together and eyeballs strained in serious thoughts.
He smirked as obsidian orbs glistened with admiration.
How beautiful she could be, all concentrated, all eager, all clueless.
Sasuke loved making them scratch their scalps in frustration, screaming and bellowing and crying to dear God and the Heavens for redemption.
Which, of course, never came.
But with her it was a whole new story. It was so much more than just the breaking of nerves and making you regret paying humongous bills for a University diploma which, in the end, did not pay off.
She fought, and fighting she could; every tiger would be jealous of her agility and determination.
With each new victim he served her on a silver platter, she grew more and more fond on catching him, she'd stay awake longer, grab more documents, read more books, take shorter walks, eat less, drink way too much caffeine to ever be healthy.
He would kill her simply because of overwork and malnourishment.
A frown crested his brows.
Not a thought he enjoyed much.
Sakura glittered like an unpolished diamond found and kept deep in the dark mines; like a blood diamond, Sasuke mustered.
Her beauty radiated for miles, but the poor worker who found her would have to leave the sombre, dirty canals in order to recognize this.
All the magnificence she glowed with, but still no one saw it.
But him.
And gradually, he was breaking the precious jewel, watching tiny, precise cracks form and slither along the immaculate shape of its owner.
Yet with every rip, he felt himself sinking.
What was it, that made him so attached? Why did he...worry about her well-being right then and there?
He couldn't stop his game now!
Not after they had continued to the next stage. To the next chapter, to level 2, where a freshly killed man waited for her to observe and inspect and rip apart with her theories and forensic experiments.
Sasuke glided along the night, not even a rat would have jumped when he passed.
Stalking along trees and cars, keen eyes focused solemnly on the pinkette who raced maddeningly to the next victim, hoping he had made a mistake, done something that would give him away to her.
So she could rip away his clothing, leaving him naked to the world, and especially, for her to scrutinize and smirk as she tore him apart, bit by bit.
But instead of presenting her with her much desired deliverance, as much as she yearned for it, he pushed her off the edge into a further, even gruesomer abyss which he hoped would consume her.
He couldn't take her presence anymore, she was seriously making him go insane.
If he didn't take her soon...
The raven-haired murderer could tell her confusion. The way Sakura crouched gradually, her eyes wide, a sudden liveliness reignited within them as she tried to deduce logical motives from what lay before her.
Something so abnormal compared to the prior scenes-of-crime, that she must've considered for a fraction of a second if it is indeed Nightshadow's doing.
But then again, the impeccable maroon circle gave him away.
Purposefully.
For a short second, Sasuke asked himself how she had liked his present? The one he had left behind within the mattress of the motel bed.
None of the police-officers would have ever found it. They would have burnt the shredded piece of antique furniture and not even considered what Sakura began to consider.
That you need to use your imagination and begin to see things at places they might not necessarily are at, but could still be.
It was his gift, specifically for Sakura.
He knew she was falling into a void no-one would ever rescue her from.
She would die with this case, becoming a solemn drunk who hated the world and hated life and cursed everything that moved, breathed, and died.
For she knew no love.
And nor did he.
Which was the reason they were so paradoxically suited for each other; he, the impenitent murderer, her, the flawless detective.
So he stayed calm, stayed mute, and watched with eagerness as she discussed with short, cut words what had happened, who had seen whom where, and what evidence they possessed.
Of course, this would only drive her further into delirium, for before she can think through everything well enough to find some kind of breaking-point, he would again swipe and prepare another corpse which screeched for her attention.
She would have another paradox to analyse.
And to frustrate over.
But it wasn't enough, Sasuke suddenly noticed.
It wasn't enough.
He needed to do something.
Something needed to change.
Time for the rules in this game to take a turn.
He smirked.
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