"Retsuko. Is. Mine!" Aggretsuko x Yandere Everyone!

Chapter Thirteen.

For the entire week so far- no, a month now, Retsuko hadn't been feeling like herself. She'd been too sad, too tortured with emotions and other people, piled on with her worrying mom and all the work she had to catch up on. She had been missing something. Something that made her miss Aggretsuko.

Retsuko hadn't been angry for an entire month. 

No karaoke, no rage, no venting. Just sadness, betrayal, and worry. No. Not anymore. 

She wasn't going to suppress her anger any longer. Every inch of it, every screaming second of rage, she'd let him hear all of it. 

'Resasuke...' Retsuko even hissed his name in her mind. She was currently stomping her way over to his apartment, barely containing her anger. But she had to wait. She wanted to wait until she got there,  so she didn't waste a single bit of it on the streets. This meant that on the outside she looked very calm at first glance, albeit a bit stressed with ruffled fur marks here and there, but inside she was screaming. Literally. 

The only reason Retsuko was mad at Resasuke was because he knew something. He kept hinting just a bit more about Tadano than what he let on, and that made her mad. She had been so stressed lately, and right when she was starting to feel relatively better, Resasuke implies that her ex-boyfriend is a murderer and her other best friend was just found dead. 

Even if that type of situation wasn't caused by Resasuke, he knew something about it, and it ticked her off. Everyone had been acting odd these days. Well, everyone but Haida. 

Fenneko went to jail for murdering Tsunoda, Anai's been a bit twitchy as of late, Tandano may be a killer, Washimi had been being a bit possessive before this, and Gori wasn't hanging out with Washimi much anymore. Not to add on, but Ton had been piling on the work as of late. For once, though, Retsuko didn't blame him too much. Work had to go on, even if you were sad. So she kinda needed to catch up. 

But whatever, who cared. Right now she needed to scream. She needed to sing. She needed to scream-sing rage her way into Resasuke's apartment and give him a piece of her mind. 

This was exactly what she thought to herself when she knocked quite harshly on his door. 

But then, he didn't answer. Her anger subsided for just a second as she stared at the door, confused. Resasuke was home, she knew, since she had stalked his social media a bit afterward. He said he was sick, and didn't want to come into work today. Then her friend was killed today, and he's saying her ex may have been the killer. Her anger returned. 

She knocked again, yelling out a loud (But not death-metal loud) "RESASUKE!! OPEN THE DOOR!" She knocked continuously after that and didn't even pay attention to the slight bruise that was going to form on her knocking hand. 

Almost as soon as she yelled that she heard some scrambling from inside the house, and some locks unlocking. She moved away from the door a bit, putting her hands tight to her sides as her jaw locked in a tight set position. She would hold it in until he looked at her. Then she'd let every last bit of rage, every tiny piece of anger out on his soul. 

That was what she planned to do. 

But as soon as the door opened, all of those thoughts vanished. 

There Resasuke stood, his fur more frizzed out than Retsuko's. His eyes darting around all nervous-like before settling on her and softening. His lips came to a smile that Retsuko never imagined he could have, and his ears even stopped their previous twitching. "Retsuko. Oh my gosh, I'm so glad to see you." His voice was a bit shaky, but Retsuko could tell he was doing better now that he saw her.