[FORFEITED] Languēre Obsessus [Yandere! Reader x Akise Aru]

CHAPTER THREE [EDITED: 04/30/18]

"Yume de aimashou!"
Translation: "Let's meet in our dreams!"
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In the 38th cause of effect Holy hall, the remaining participants of the survival game gathered around the God of Space and time, Deus Ex Machina, along with his companion, Muru-muru.

The atmosphere was filled with nothing, but intense bloodlust and the strong will to kill, to eliminate, to win.

Deus felt the unwavering feelings coming from the diary holders; anger, determination, malevolence, fury, bloodlust... fear.

Perfect. Everything is going according to plan. As long as the diary holders are willing to be a part of this survival game, then he need not worry about his successor.

Although it may sound biased, Deus thought of a young, dark-haired teenager, who's suitable to be the next God of Time and space. Then again, the other 'contestants' are eager to become God. Some will mindlessly try to kill the other diary holders just for the sake of quenching their bloodlust. Some might break the rules. Considering the situation Deus is in, he does not have the power to observe the game himself. Muru-muru can be a good substitute, but she might abuse her power as the observer.

That is why, Deus gave the important task to a person who's not a part of the survival game, but is willing to only observe the game by his orders. The Observer, one who must not act on his own accord, but on his master's absolute orders.

However, one eye is not enough to have a perfect view of the game. Such a dilemma is difficult to comprehend. And to think that this Observer might refuse his orders, Deus thought of a solution. He kept that to himself, of course, for it will damage the future that he planned. Not even his trusted assistant, Muru-muru, knows about this. It just shows how contradictory Deus' solution is.

The dignified God stood up from his throne, the diary holders looking up at him behind their dark shadows; he opened his mouth to speak, and no one dared to interrupt him as he did.

"Will you LIVE? or DIE? The remaining 11 people, KILL before you are KILLED!!! And obtain the Throne of GOD!!"

In this survival game, it's kill...or die.

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The once periwinkle blue sky was no more, and the blinding light of the sun's bright, golden rays are nowhere to be seen. Painted in a dark shade of gray and black, misty ashen-white clouds of wisp crept up into the heavens; the booming sound of the thunder emanated from afar.

Behind the thin curtains of a certain person's room in the Akise residence, is the one and only son that pulled an all-nighter investigating a certain case. Confidential files and papers settled on the study table beside his bed, pieces of crumpled paper scattered on the floor and all over his matress. Papers with black ink smeared all over, and small scribbles of notes in messy handwriting were written at the corners of the papers.

The light-haired latter was in a deep slumber, even though his position is clearly uncomfortable; body slouched to lean on the table, his back hunched over, his bare feet outsretched on the cold, marble floor and his head rested on his bare, pale arms. Not having a blanket to cover himself, he is most likely to catch a cold, especially in this weather.