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He loved him that year. That first year of highschool. It was a great year and he still loves him. But then that bitch Mika came into their lives and stole him. He hated her yet he loved her and so he hated him.
He resented their love and so the rivalry began. Began war on court and for the boy's heart. His love grows to obsession. Obsession moves to possessiveness. Possessiveness turns to killing. Kill all who get in his way. Yet he can't reach her.
The girl he very much wants dead more than anyone else. The girl held in higher regard than him. The girl said to be more attractive than him. The girl who made his love say he's straight. If that's what he wanted then that's what he would get. He'd do anything just to have his love again. To hear his voice tell him how he loves him and no one else.
How could he love anyone else? There would be no one else. No competition. No one to take him from him ever again. He would be his. Forever. Those girls meant nothing. And they'd remain that way.
She would mean nothing when she was dead. It would be such a glorious day when her blood coated his hands. When her face showed only evidence of her death. When she was six feet under and he came running back to him for comfort. Never to find out about what he did.
Never to know what he does for his love.
But no. He couldn't get close to her. She was always in school or with him. His love. He had no way to get to her. That was till now.
She was at their match, their fight in the court. If he could just talk to her. Drag her on a friendly chat alone. Just the two of them.
And it finally happened. After the match he lost to him. How could he not when he looked so desirable when he was staring him down. Giving him attention. It took him everything not to cross the other side and wrap his arms around his neck lovingly.
Aside from holding himself back, it felt so nice he couldn't help but purposely miss a couple blocks when he spiked. But the others were catching on. They're catching on to him letting them score. Kenma's catching on to his secret. He might have to eliminate him. He didn't care if he was his best friend. If he figured it out, he'd ruin everything.
Now she's clinging to him. Handing him his water. Clinging to him. He wanted to do that. He wants her place. He wants her dead.
He wants her hazelnut hair stained red. He wants her off of him. Now's his chance before they leave to return to Nekoma. He approaches him in a slightly irritated manner. Irritated towards him in act alone.
They look his way, she acts innocent. He acts like he hates him. He won't for long.
"Hey, Kuroo." She says.
Her voice is so annoying. He doesn't wanna hear her voice. He wants to hear him.
"Hi, Mika. Daishou." Venom in his voice. Meant for her but aimed at him.
"Do you need something, bastard?"
"Yes, Mika can I talk to you alone outside?" Eyes on him. A ton. The coaches are talking and not paying attention.
He looks at him with disgust, holding her how he'll be holding him when this is all over. When she's no longer part of the picture. Everything is way to easy for him.
"I seen no reason why we can't. Yeah."
She tries to follow him but her boyfriend hoods her back. She pats his head assuring it won't be over long. That she'll be fine and he let's her go. The eyes galore move off of him but two pairs linger a set from each team.
He leads her as they talk.
"So what did you want talk about? Because if you were planning on confessing to me any feelings you have towards me, I'll have to decline."
"Oh no. I don't feel that way about you. You don't have to worry."
"Then what about do you wish to talk about?"
He leads her to a secluded area one that's out of sight of the gym and anyone in general. Near the garbage bins.
Now was his chance. All he had to do was stab her- he didn't have a knife. Guess suffocation would have to do.
"I actually wanted to talk about Daishou."
Just saying the name gave him butterflies. Hi loved the man so much.
"Oh. That reminds me, I don't think I ever apologized after taking him a couple years ago. I never meant to. I totally understand why you loved eachother so much he's such a great boyfriend. An idiot, but he's great."
"Yes he really was. Unfortunately I never really got over him so I guess I still love his smile. His insults his eyes. I love everything about him."
He was already losing his calm. He shouldn't have listed off what he liked about him. Which was everything. There wasn't anything about him that he would change.
Except who he hangs around. That would be it but that wasn't a problem. He would do anything just for him to love him back again.
"Oh well I suppose you do like him. However, him and I are together and I don't really wanna give him up just because I feel bad for doing taking him. I'm sorry."
"Oh you don't need to be sorry."
"Huh? What are you doing?"
"You don't I've been targeting you for too long and now I can finally get rid of the biggest competition."
"Wha- "
Hands around her neck thumbs pressing in. Sounds of gasping for air. She scratched as his arms trying loosen his grip. He wasn't let go. Her attempts to call for help were so cute and soon she limp. He kept her hands on her neck to make sure she was truly dead.
But she was dead. She was finally deadly. Now all he had do was dispose of the body then come up with an excuse for her disappearance. He picked her up and threw her in a garbage bin.
She's finally gone he would be all his.
"Kuro…"
"What did you do..?"
He'd been caught. He turns and there's his best friend and his love.
"'Shou!"
He wraps his arms around him. He can finally hug him. Feel his warmth and call him his. Now that she was out of the he would be his and his alone
"What are you -? Don't touch me, murderer."
"I prefer the term yandere. But I suppose murderer in the name of love is fine too."
He hugs him again.
"I'm calling 911."
Kenma pulls out his phone ready to dial oh no he wouldn't. He'd ruin everything.
"No you're not. "
With seconds he pushes his best friend to the ground suffocating him just as he did with Mika. It takes longer for him than it did her but he finally goes limp. He turns around and he sees his love gone. Gone to the others. They're gonna call the cops on him he can't let that happen.
Throwing the body away he disposes of the kill. He needs his stuff. But his stuff is in the gym where everyone else. Guess he'll do fine without it.
He throws his jacket away and makes a run for the nearest hiding place. He knew precisely where to go. He'd been multiple times just to see his love. He didn't find it creepy. He was checking on him. He reaches his hiding place and climbs in.
Now it's time to get to work he exits the room and Head to the kitchen where he finds his third victim holding his preferred.
"Kuroo? How did you get in here?"
"Sorry, Ms. Daishou, but I'm afraid you have to go."
"What do you mean?"
The screams resonate through the room.
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It's been a long evening. He's looking forward to his mother's cooking. He enters his house.
"Mom, sis I'm ho- home…"
It smells good, but the house gives this eerie quiet. He would have been greeted by now. But there was nothing.
Maybe they left the house to look for him. He did forget to call them. But why does it smell like someone's cooking?
He walks to the kitchen and he's only been in for a minute and he knows something is seriously wrong. There's blood on the floor and the walls. He finally enters. There are black trash bags. That's unnerving.
"Hey, 'Shou. I made some curry. We can have papico afterwards."
"What did you do to my family."
"I killed them. Thought that would be obvious."
"They didn't do anything!"
"Well I needed a place to stay and I can just stay in your room. I'd be found eventually. So I killed them to make the place safer for me."
"I'm going to call the police if you don't get out."
He hugs him with a frown.
"Would you really call the cops on the person you love?"
"I don't love you."
"Well you used to maybe you just need to be reminded after that bitch brainwashed you."
Warm hands of a killer touches his face and then lips meet his own. What did he do? If he pushed him away. He'd surely be killed but if he kissed back he'd betray everyone be cared for that the man in front of him killed.
"You know, it's rude to not kiss me back after all the trouble I went so it could just us."
"I loved a man once but he was kind and didn't kill for my attention. He was not the man that stands before me. So I will never kiss you back. You deserve to be in a mental hospital."
"You really won't let me have you?"
"After you killed my family, girlfriend, and your best friend mercilessly? Never."
"Alright. Your choice."
"Wait, so I'm free to go?"
He let go of him and walked to the knife block, grabbing one and sharpening it.
"Of course not. But you do get to leave in a different way."
"I don't understand."
"It's simple. If I don't get to have you, no one does."
Before he knew it he approached him and a cold metal slid into his stomach. He looked down. There it was. The knife plunged into his stomach. Warm blood trickling down his skin. He couldn't believe it. The man that had been killing for his love, killed him.
As he pulled it out blood came out more profusely.
"Don't worry I'll be following in close pursuit. I love you."
The last thing he saw was Kuroo stab himself in the stomach then falling to the ground next to him as they both went limp. Never to move again and not be for who knew how long.