• Chapter 2 •

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Tw: Death of a child, Murder, Slight mention of Abuse, Sawing off limbs, Slight cannibalism (Blood tasting/ licking)

° first blood °

- As the years progressed, my admiration for him only grew.

5th grade was the year I would find out how severe my addiction was.

I had become jealous of this one girl who was trying to steal Dazai from me.

She would steal his attention everytime I had him right where I wanted him.

She would have her hands all over him and I couldn't take it.

As part of my plan, I befriended her.

Who was she?

Ichika Okamoto.

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I watched as this bitch had her hands all over Dazai.

I clenched my fists just at the thought of her.

My gaze traveled to Dazai's pitiful expressions.

He seemed genuinely uncomfortable that she was touching him like this.

But, being the child he is, played into it.

Even going as far as teasing her.

'This bitch..'

I thought as she laughed at Dazai's jokes.

That's when an idea popped into my psychotic, child like mind.

'Gain her trust.'

Exactly! That's all I needed!

Trust is the foundation of any good relationship!

What would you be without trust?

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- I began to hang out with her more.

I was a surprisingly good actor.

I would waltz over to her, looking happier than ever.

Little did she know, this happiness was because I would be rid of her soon.

"Hey, Okamoto!"

I would chant to her in the most loving way.

She would always turn my direction, a innocent smile plastered on her face.

It was in these moments that all I could I think about was how her blood would taste.

Or, where to hide her body.

She gasped, "Yuno!"

I smiled as I wrapped my small arms around her tiny waist.

'Disgusting.'

I pulled away from the hug as I said,

"I was wondering..."

I acted shy to persuade her more.

"Yes?" She asked, curious.

"If you would like to come over to my house?" I asked, sweetly.

Her eyes shined with delight.

"Of course!"

She pulled me into a hug which caught me off guard.

"Y-Yeah.." I said, annoyed by her hugging and touchy antics.

She pulled away and asked,

"Would you like my mom's number?"

"Sure." I replied.

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