Yandere Bully x Bullied

Chapter 1:

Kazuto walked slowly on the sidewalk, eyeing the (H/C) girl on the other side as though she were his prey. The beautiful girl he was obsessed with. He watched her, and debated if he should go to her and bully her again, but decided against it. Watching her from a distance was enough for him, though he wouldn't handle it if someone else were to talk to her. Only he could hurt her. Only he could say hurtful things. Only he could, no one else. Her (H/L), (H/C) hair was his. Her (E/C) eyes that held life and death were his. Her perfect form was his. All of her was his, and if he had to make everyone hate her so she would finally belong to him, so be it. He hated to see her hurt, but--

No! Stop! He bullied her, he hated her, didn't he? Wasn't he supposed to despise that freak? So why didn't he? Why was she beautiful?! Why was she kind!? It wasn't fair! He hated her, he hated her, he hated her! He didn't love her! He didn't! Right? We wasn't thinking of her (H/C) hair entwined with his fingers ir sprawled out on her pillow. He wasn't thinking of her (E/C) eyes that held life and death staring back into his yellow eyes. He wasn't thinking of his hands holding her waist as he kissed her jawline, repeating how beautiful she was with every kiss. He wasn't thinking of her legs wrapped around him as he held her, allowing her to cry into his shoulder. He wasn't thinking of her arms wrapped around his neck as she slept, him inhaling her pine scent as he buried his face in her hair. No, he defiently wasn't thinking of those things. He couldn't be. He bullied her; he didn't love every scar and stretch mark on her beautiful body--

No! He hated those things!

He turned a corner, his eyes still on her. He ran his fingers through his hair, wishing that it was her hair he touched. He needed her, and as long as everyone hated her, he would be the only one to touch her. Better to have her hate him than love someone else, right?

He hated the way she made him feel. She was on his mind all day every day, and it was pure torture. Her soft body too far for him to reach, yet right there in his grasp. He hated the fact that he loved her, and he hated the fact that she brought his mind to fantasize about sinful, unspeakable things about her. His mind was poison, and she toyed with him. Every groan she let leave her mouth when he punched her was beautiful. Every callous, every bruise, everytbing was gorgeous.

"Hey b*tch!" He screamed at her.

She turned to look at him, and her face flushed of all color. "K-Kazuto."

Oh, how he loved the way she said his name. If only she said it with love and affection and lust instead of fear. She took off running, and he ran after her. She was his, snd his alone. No one would take her from him, and if they tried...

Well...

He'd just have to kill them.