Prompt: Who really is the Yandere?
"I just want my happy ending." Yukio remembered her saying once.
"I'm sure you will, senpai." He answered.
It was an impulse that he went after for her affection. It would only make sense, after all, since Kagome was the best in her field and had a reasonably calm demeanor to many things—an ace among many. Even Izumo, the snobby girl in his and his dear brother's peer, wasn't shy with looking up to the older priestess.
Higurashi Kagome was certainly his type of girl.
Only she caused his heart to beat like a hummingbird's wings.
Yet, he should've expected that she had an eye for another.
His brother whose he shared a womb with.
His teeth gritted at that painful thought.
Everyone always flocks to Rin Okumaru!
Yukio did his best to suppress the anger he felt was brewing in his chest, but it grew hotter by the day. It reached to the near-eruption when he caught Kagome looking on with hearts in her eyes at the laughing Rin—he was shining with pride at his latest victory over his recent assignment. And, he snapped when Kagome's lips turned firm at the sight of girls touching his brother's arms.
She was jealous—or perhaps enraged at the sight of others approaching the one who held her heart. So much like how he would feel the anger poisoning his entire being when others even dared to look at what is his. He know this feeling quite well.
Yukio managed only a meager of self control he had left and stormed off.
"Yukio!?" he heard his dearest brother to cry out, in midst of a chorus of surprise of his name.
Before he slammed the door shut, he heard her whispering in confusion, "Yukio?" It was enough for him to pierce his palms with his nails. When the door boomed at his back, blood bloomed through his tight fingers. Yukio fled, rage folded over his shoulders, with only one destination in mind.
It was fine. It was fine. It was fine!
Distinctly he heard Rin calling for him, before he was quietened by another. No one followed him. Perhaps they thought he needed some space to breathe.
Yukio rather they had followed him. Perhaps he could be saved from taking such a drastic measure, from making mistakes. But, he doubted it would matter at the end.
Once the rage simmered he thought and pondered.
Like how his decision to be an Exorcist and his decision to pursue the dear priestess, it was also an impulse to tail her late in evening. He knew her routine like the back of his hand, having the fortune to share the same floor with Kagome and occasionally shared his time with her. He knew what to expect.
Though, he didn't expect she'd change to a different path this night.
It took but a beat of the moment to realize Kagome was following his brother. She seemed nervous. Yukio caught a flash of the glowing screen of her pink phone tumbling in between her twitching fingers.
His eyesight are poor, but from his position, at which he was so careful to conceal from Kagome's abnormal senses, it looked like a script of some sorts. Whatever she was trying to do, Yukio knew it had to do with Rin. With his jaws throbbing he briefly passed over his straying thoughts.
Being Rin's brother, it was only reasonable that he'd put to stop to Kagome's intentions.
Whatever it may be.
Throwing away his concealment Yukio darted out of his hiding spot. Kagome didn't even have time to jolt at the shock of his sudden presence. She twirled to him with wide eyes, "Yukio!?" She yipped when her free wrist was gripped in a vice hold by his much-larger hand.
"What are you doing?" Yukio hissed out, the light from her phone bounced off from his glasses. Making him all the more diabolical-looking.
Her voice was choppy with stammers and wrecked with fear, "I-I!" Kagome tugged her hand, but found it fruitless, "Let go of me!"
Yukio gritted his teeth, repeating his words, "What. Are. You. Doing!?"
She froze. She didn't miss the unforgiving glower in his eyes, "I…was trying to confess…" Kagome whimpered. She pressed her phone to her chest, still feebly pulling away from Yukio's unwavering grip.
"I…see." He snarled, remembering at the last minute to loosen his hand before he could break the priestess' wrist, "Regardless, you won't be confessing to him tonight."
And not ever if he could help it.