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CHAPTER ONE
The act of killing was a very fulfilling and satisfying act. The act of plunging a knife into someone’s body, or setting up the stakes so high that they couldn’t bear it was just so deliciously thrilling. It was almost addictive, and the way endorphins seemed to rush through him whenever he killed someone was so goddamn addictive that there had been many times that he’d considered killing someone just for the heck of it.
But he was always able to hold himself back. The mysterious, calm exterior he’d put up couldn’t be compromised over something as trivial as that. He might have been a little sick in the head, but he wasn’t stupid.
And apart from the thrill of killing, there was another aspect to it that was far less rewarding and far more tedious.
Disposing of the body.
Now, he hadn’t gone and killed the poor girl himself; no. People wouldn’t believe him if he said the truth about who had actually killed him, but keeping that knowledge to himself was infinitely more fulfilling than telling it to the world.
Who would believe that the soft, sociable Kaede Akamatsu had driven someone to murder by gradually spreading rumors about the person, demolishing their reputation so efficiently that the girl had seen no way out except for offing herself? He could already imagine the reactions this would get if he spread the word. Denial would spread like a plague, and people would take it upon themselves to bury any people who thought that she was guilty.
(The burying could be either literal or metaphorical. It simply depended on just how delusional the person doing said burying was.)
Whatever the case was: the facts were still the same. Kaede Akamatsu had targeted the girl after her impatience had reached its peak. Said impatience stemmed from the fact that this girl was trying to befriend Tsumugi, despite the NEET-wannabe showing absolutely no prior interest in her.
Needless to say, Kaede was quite protective of her girlfriend, and after a few complaints, she’d reached her limit. It had been remarkable how easily she’d managed to dig up information on the girl, and it was admirable just how little she’d actually had to fabricate in order to completely destroy the girl.
Whatever the case, Rantaro was sure that she felt accomplished and happy about eliminating such a needless distraction and making sure her love was safe.
He wasn’t going to lie; he was grateful that people had learned to leave him and Kokichi alone early on in their relationship. Their fairly reclusive and mysterious personalities had spiked a lot of interest when they’d finally gotten together, but a few subtle threats had been able to diffuse the madness in a matter of days.
Now, it wasn’t that the two new couples of the school weren’t trying. It as just that they weren’t as experienced in the art of efficient blackmailing and stopping things in their tracks.
There was a difference between being born into a family that used shady tricks to survive and being born into a family that used shady tricks to not only help themselves but help a select few others maintain their footing and maintain the fragile social order in the world.
Or in their case, people who were still figuring out how to control themselves and keep their reputation intact in comparison to people who had already mastered that and were helping the ones who still needed assistance.
Kaede and Kaito had remarkable self-control in their dealings, that much was sure. However, it was very clear that they were struggling to not slaughter half of the school in attempts to keep their significant others all to themselves. It wasn’t that he couldn’t relate to the sentiment, but they did need to learn this before they started making major moves in the outside world. Not all school-learned tactics would work outside of it, and he didn’t want them to learn the hard way.
So he’d decided to give them a little bit of help.
Subtly helping to dial back the gossip to just below their tolerance level in order to make sure they didn’t snap, leaving subtle hints for them on how to properly dispose of the corpses they would inevitably leave in their wake, and leaving some important tidbits of information within a reasonable length.
Just a fellow yandere helping less-experienced yanderes to maintain their reputation. Nothing too significant.
They were all getting a bit of assistance from the school when it came to covering up scandals as well. Being a school that was host to the children of so many rich and powerful people made it very easy for them to look the other way when, say, someone died or went “missing.” At the very least, it was easy when someone from a less powerful and influential family went missing. There were still the children of upstarts and people who were relying on scholarships. No school could survive purely on taking in the extremely wealthy, after all. The media would rip them a new one for perceived prejudice. However, this only gave fresh targets for people who enjoyed inflicting pain on others.
If someone was from a family that basically amounted to nothing in the social circles, it would be easy to bully them out of the school or kill them. The problem was that the school was under so much regular scrutiny than just killing them off rapidly like the flies they were would be… incriminating. However, if there was a “disappearance” once in every… two or three months, things could be safely smoothed over.
It made transporting bodies off of school grounds rather easy.
He was slightly unhappy that he'd be graduating soon; he really liked the ease of body disposal that the school brought him. However, it only made getting the body off of school grounds easier.
Dismembering and disposing of the corpse off of school grounds was still as annoying as ever. It had been difficult to get the required materials to properly dispose of the corpse, but in the end, it had been achieved.
The dumbass had, quite literally, jumped off of the roof of the school. It had made the disposal a little easier, since her head and neck had been crushed and rendered unrecognizable. It was almost a pity; Kokichi liked collecting the teeth of some of the corpses. In this case, almost all of them had broken from the impact, and had been knocked clean out of her worthless skull.
Ordinarily, he'd consider burying her in some secluded location, but he'd decided against that for the time being. He could dig a hole deep enough to make sure police dogs wouldn't be able to detect it, but the fact that the bones could eventually turn up that way was a risk that he didn't want to take.
Cue the dark web.
The corpse was currently dissolving in a bat of acid hidden in one of the many abandoned warehouses his father's many business ventures had been able to produce. Simple, but brutally effective in erasing evidence. As soon as you had either a vat of acid or a vat of lye, body disposal was no problem. Lye, in particular, made it easy to dispose of the corpse; a body dissolved in lye would turn into sludge that could be sent down the drain without much effort.
Whatever the case, the body was as good as gone by now, and he could finally take a little time to relax. Relax and visit his boyfriend, to be specific.
Rantaro couldn't help the smile that crept onto his face whenever he thought of Kokichi.
His cute, witty, delightfully mischievous boyfriend. He loved Kokichi so, so much that it was almost physically painful whenever they spent time apart. It was a pity that their status in the school meant that they didn't get to interact much during school hours, especially with the two new couples.
He appreciated those four, he really did, but he would be damned if he said that they didn't sometimes irritate him half to death at times. At the very least, after helping them out for a little while, he would be able to spend some time with Kokichi.
And after this recent killing, things might cool off a bit for a while as the couples retreated to themselves, feeling happy and accomplished that their love wasn't being intruded upon my an unwanted outsider.
Just thinking if that sentiment made him crave Kokichi's presence. He couldn't wait to get back to his boyfriend…