My first RanPoe fanfic ! I honestly love those two together, Dazatsu is still my number one :) anyway I may have alternated some of the characters powers, I don't know their limits and if they can do things I will put in here so for the sake of the plot let's pretend they can do that .
Ranpo is a genius but is obvious of Poe's true nature, again sake for the plot ! Dazatsu is the side pairing of this story, this is my first thing writing Yandere Poe so I am bit nervous .
Following You
- Chapter 1 -
If Poe has to be honest with himself this was not suppose to happen . This was not suppose to happen at all ..
Yet he didn't panic as he stares with wide eyes but yet calm face at the bleeding corpse laying on the cold hard ground .
The woman fought for her life, and she fought well as she managed to scratch his hand a few times (Blunt nails making angry red lines, making the wound now sting slighty) as he kept stabbing her .
And over ..
He breaths in and out slowly, calming his racing heart and clear his mind .
And over ..
How many times did he stab her ?
And all over again .
He lost count after 8 .. Or was it 11 ?
No need to be concerned with it .. He sighs as he took out his book, a small sound came from behind him as he looked at his beloved pet . Karl sniffed but kept his distance ."Stay there Karl or else you will get dirty ." The pet did not respond but listened as he watched, as Poe let the corpse dissapear in the book, the butterfly knife safe in his pocket .
A rain drop fell .
He smiled as more fell, and in seconds it was like a shower .
Washing away the remaining blood .
He turned around and walked away like nothing happend, Karl quickly climbs to his shoulders as both walked to the hotel . Good thing it was nearby so they both did not have to walk long in the rain, but Poe shivers a bit as he stepped inside the building .
He was completely soaked to the bone but none to witness him .
Why did I kill her ?
As he passes the counter for to check in, he saw a bowl of little hard candy rocks and remembers why .
He remembers being jealous .
An ugly feeling rising inside his chest .
Clawing at his insides, making him want to scream and scream .
Like something wanted to crawl out of it ..
He was jealous of that woman for making him blush, for making him blush . It was not a big blush to notice, but Poe was standing close to him . And all he could see was that damned blush because she teased him .
She deserved it .
He almost slams the door shut, even when it made a thud sound he knows it was not too loud for anyone to wake up . Not that he really cares .
Karl quickly sprung from his shoulders to go to his little nest, cleaning his fur before he went to sleep .
Poe let him as he walked in silence to the bathroom to clean himself up, stripping the wet clothes of his freezing skin . Just throwing them on the floor without a car, he washed his face with cold water . Taking him breath away and his spine shudder .
Should I take a shower ?
He stared at his mirror reflection, the man staring back at him was skinny and pale, he looked like a homeless man honestly ..
Is that why he will never give me those reactions ?
He looked tired and he was tired as hell, his whole body felt heavy too but the shower sounded nice . Turning on the shower and the hot water touched his back making him groan softly .
The hot water felt nice on his ice cold skin .
And the scrubbing started, the scratches stung a bit but nothing he can handle .
He can handle it ..
This is nothing ..
He can handle it ..
He can ..
He can ..
As he washed himself over and over again, all he could see was red .
Blood ..
Dripping down the drain ..
He wonders why he can't become clean ..
He hissed as his arms ached and realize he was the one bleeding, blood streaming down mixed with the water going down the drain .
He cursed softly as he stepped out soaking his white towel red .
The nice fluffy hotel towel ..
They would be mad ..
He suppose he should steal and burn it later .
Like he would burn her ..
Like a witch from a fairy tale .
Banishing her to hell ..
As he was finally ready to go to bed, the clock outside strikes that it was 4 in the morning . But it doesn't bother him as he decided that he was finally tired enough and he should maybe sleep in for once (nightmares welcoming him back, laughing, shaking, haunting him)
"Good night Karl .." He mutters in the dark room, as he hears his beloved pet little snores .
As he closed his eyes he fell in a sleepless dream with only him on his thought .