A/N: Hm, this one strays from the 'humor' side. I…wanted to try something different. D:
Prompt: Reciprocity
Words(without A/N): 1009
Rating: T
Spoiler Alerts: No spoilers.
Verse: Manga Universe.
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The teenager watched from afar as his love and his girlfriend walked by hand-in-hand, seeming to be having the time of their lives right at that current moment, and that was what angered the male. Sure, he was happy for them, but why should his happiness have to be taken away just to have his crush be happy? He was glad because his crush was happy, of course, but he couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't be happy as well. He was probably being selfish, thinking thoughts like this, but it just wasn't fair.
Oh look, they're laughing. His eyes narrowed. Well, at least the girl is. Maybe his crush just told a funny joke. That wasn't like him, the other male wasn't the type to make others laugh, and it most certainly wasn't the other way around.
It was her.
That girl who dared to steal him away, oh, she'll suffer. And once his love came rushing back to him, he'd accept him and then they could live out the rest of their lives with both of them happy. His lips curled up into a bitter smirk. Of course that wouldn't happen. Sure, he could silently threaten the female all he wanted, but nothing would actually happen if he didn't take action. But…he wasn't the type of person who would actually hurt someone on purpose. Sure, he'd attack them without mercy if the people he loved and cared about were in genuine danger, but…this wasn't the case. That just wasn't him.
He couldn't do anything.
His demon worried about him(although he was much more occupied with other things), but the older teenager simply brushed him off, saying everything was fine and that he needn't worry because everything would be resolved soon and everything else would all go back to normal and everyone could live out their peaceful lives once more, just like how it was before.
What a lie that was.
Things would never go back to normal, not with that horrid woman around. And the worst part was that there was absolutely nothing he could do about it unless he decided to take action. But was it really worth it? Because even if he did lash out at her and end up killing her, he'd have to live with the regret for the rest of his life, and while he was a person who wouldn't hesitate to resorting to violence, actually taking another life was something else entirely.
And that was what was slowly making him crazy.
He clutched his hair as he saw the happy couple just sitting on a bench. The female was talking his ear off, and he didn't say anything to her. It was probably to be polite, the teenager thought. Of course, you wouldn't just shout, "Shut the hell up!" to someone you would like to have a long term relationship with.
But as the seconds passed by, he realized that he wanted it to happen so, so much.
The two rose from the bench and started walking hand in hand back the way the came. The teenager ducked behind a tree to avoid being seen. He was lucky. They passed by without realizing that another person was stalking them, watching them, listening to them. What a same. He thought that his crush had acute senses. Maybe he was wrong. The female was still talking. He wanted to hurt her, maybe even kill her, but he knew he couldn't.
Because everything would just be so damn easier if he could just muster up the courage.
Maybe he would ambush her before she actually made it to her house. His love would have to leave her side sometime, though he might end up just walking her all the way to her house. The teenager hoped that wouldn't happen. But maybe if she died in her own home, he could make it look like a suicide. That could work, right? He chuckled humorlessly at the whole situation. He was one of the smartest people in the entire world yet he couldn't figure out something as simple as this.
He would do it.
The sky was beginning to darken, and the two finally split paths. It was dark outside already, but there was still enough lighting just so that he could still see her. Nature was on his side, apparently. Then he felt a drop of liquid land on his nose. Then his cheeks. Then his entire face. It was raining. Just perfect for the occasion, wasn't it? But then he stopped in his tracks. What would he use to kill her? He didn't bring a weapon or anything.
That was when he saw a shovel laying not too far away.
Well, wasn't that just convenient. He walked over to the shovel and picked it up, lightly tapping the metal. It was stiff and hard, not flexible in any sense of the word.
It was perfect.
He continued following the girl until she made it to her house, and then stopped when he heard the jiggling of keys. Should he attack her now, or follow her in the house and ambush her inside? He didn't know how violent the scene would become, his answer talker wouldn't answer him. Why wouldn't it? This was the most important decision of his young life. He decided to just take her life right then and there.
He lifted the shovel up…
But then his body froze. He tried to swing his arms down, but they wouldn't move. Seconds that seemed like minutes passed as the girl found the correct key and quickly hurried into the house. It was as if his body knew this and allowed himself control again. The shovel dropped to the ground with a clang, and he immediately realized why the answer talker wouldn't answer him.
He couldn't do it.
Even though he swore to, in the end, the teenager just couldn't bring himself to do it, to take another life, and he never would be able to.
In the end…Kiyomaro just couldn't do it.
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A/N: Now you can go back to the top of the story and read just the italics by themselves. :)