| LOVE EXTREMITIES | Yandere! Himuro Tatsuya x Reader LEMON

Alternate Ending Part 2

You stand outside the front entrance of his house, taking the time to prepare yourself mentally for what was about to come.

You had been preparing yourself for this moment for the past five years. Backing down would only waste all of your efforts.

Bringing your fist to the door, you bang on it loudly.

"This is the police! Open up!"

You wait a moment before somebody opens the door, their all too recognizable face being the only thing you can focus on.

His face looks the same, though his hair is cut slightly to now reveal both of his dark coloured eyes. Your lips part, hanging open in slight disbelief.

Even after five years, he still hasn't lost the abs.

You stare at him for a couple of seconds, his eyes wide in disbelief as soon as he recognizes you.

"(First name)-"

Before he can finish calling out to you, you swiftly move behind him. You grab his arm and twist it behind his back, using your knees to make him collapse.

"Himuro Tatsuya. You are under arrest for the kidnapping and rape of (Last name) (First name). Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law." You voice. Though, his lack of struggle sends a gross feeling to your stomach.

Something's off.

Himuro's lips part, only to let out a chuckle as he stays still.

"Wha-" Before you can ask him what's wrong, he flips you over, his body hovering over your own as he pins your shoulders to the hard ground. You struggle to get him off of you, but his body weight and technique keep his hips down.

Himuro pulls his face closer to yours, and you feel his hot breath tickling your ear. "(First name)..." He calls, smirking sexily as his bangs brush against your cheek.

"I missed you so much..."

You continue to stare Himuro dead in the eye as he tries to force a kiss onto you, your face expressionless when you pull something out from the waistband of your pants.

"I'll fucking shoot you if you come any closer, you horny scum," You hiss harshly. He looks down to the cold and hard object probing his waist before snapping his head back to face you. His eyes widen at the look of fury in your own, before erotically sliding his hand down your waist. You cringe at the gross feeling, index finger ready to pull the trigger.

"Go ahead. Do it," he commands, his hand now firmly gripping the barrel of the gun. You reluctantly add pressure to the trigger, your hand shaking as a million thoughts plague your mind.

'Pull the trigger. End it.' You repeat those words in your head, tears threatening to prick the corners of your eyes as you notice your hesitation. Himuro looks you in the eye. A look of both encouragement and sorrow filling his smoky coloured orbs.

You're stupid for hesitating...

This was the revenge you were preparing for. All you needed to do was end it, by ending the life of this man. The man who caused you nothing but pain and suffering during those hellish months.

You're stupid. For still being able to love such a man after all these years...

A clear liquid runs down your cheek, and you feel your fingers slipping away from the grip of the gun. Instead, you bring them to your face in an attempt to conceal the tears spilling down your temples. Himuro gives a small smile of relief, sliding the gun away from reach.

He moves his hands to your own, his long and slender fingers wrapping around your wrists to pull away your hands from your now swollen face.

"You really are stupid. Being able to love a man like me even after all of these years..." He kisses your forehead tenderly, a warm smile beaming down onto you and through your cloudy vision. You momentarily stop crying, shocked by the sudden action as you look him in the eye. He whispers something to you, a strong yet sweet feeling taking over your body as he does so.

"I'm glad you didn't pull the trigger, my dear."

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The rays of sunlight peer through the coffee shop window, shining down onto one half of Himuro's face who currently sits on the opposite side of you.

The situation took on a weird twist. Somehow, he was able to lead you outside of his house to calm you down, where he would pursue you by talking to you normally as he always used to when you were still best friends. Though, you kept your guard up, still wary of the man's true intentions.

You're instantly approached by a waitress in her early twenties, her chocolate brown hair, nice figure, and make up that complimented her natural beauty leaving you somewhat intimidated. You pout a bit in jealousy, since your line of work kept always kept you away from doing the girly things you had dreamed about when you were younger.

The woman faintly blushes upon seeing Himuro's face, stuttering slightly as she takes his order. Your eyes wander back and forth from the waitresses reaction to Himuro's face.

...

Damnit. He really was good looking...

...

"(First name)? What would you like?" Himuro's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. He gives you a small smile, a bitter sweet feeling starting to produce in your stomach.

"Nothing." You snap, noticing both Himuro and the waitress's reaction taken aback by your attitude. You instantly bring your hand to your forehead, rubbing the non existent headache away from your nose bridge in embarrassment.

The waitress leaves shortly, leaving you and Himuro in complete silence. He cuts it with a chuckle.

"Don't worry, dear. You're much more suitable for me than a woman who focuses mainly on appearances." Himuro gives you a small wink, before resting his chin on the ball of his hand.

"Though... When did you develop the attitude...?"

Along with your intense blush, you reach across the table and punch Himuro in the shoulder harshly.

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After a while of joking around, you continue to tell Himuro about your job.

As soon as you had escaped from his house, you had strived to finish your education and train to become a police investigator. You tell Himuro that your initial goal was to make sure he repented for what he did to you. That mindset driving you to become the best of the best in your line of work.

"So... What exactly do you do as a police investigator...?" He interrupts, in which you let out a large sarcastic laugh.

"I protect innocent people from guys like you, of course." Your sudden statement causes Himuro to choke on the drink he was sipping on.

"A little harsh, don't you think?" He chuckles awkwardly, his eyes darting around the interior of the cafe. "Anyways. I changed my ways ever since you left my house-"

"Bullshit."

You stand up, slamming your hand on the table as you do so. All eyes in the shop are now on you, and you start to retract by gathering your stuff and preparing to leave.

"Ah- Wait. Sit back down."

"Why?!" You exclaim, no longer concerned about the stares.

"I'll prove it to you." Himuro begins. Interested, you slink back down into your seat without breaking eye contact with him.

"That is... If you're willing to come back to my house again."

You move your head to form a reluctant nod, slipping your hand back into your pants to snake your fingers around the hilt of your gun to form an iron grip.