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The day started out fine, but somehow got better the longer Denji actually paid attention. Girls loved him, it was true, but there was one girl he knew he wanted.
Yoru, the only fiend allowed to attend school here. Her long dark hair, and relatively big chest, caught his attention, and left him quite... horny.
He was being ridiculous. What kind of girl would want to fuck a loser like him? After Makima... no, he wasn't gonna think that. Today, after school, she would be in the library like she always was. Then was his time to ask her out.
After a long 4 hours, the bell rang, and Denji walked back down to the library, gently opening the door. Yoru sat with her friends, and didn't notice Denji when he entered the room.
Denji cleared his throat. Yoru and her small group of fangirls (lesbians who flocked to her, much the same reason Denji liked her. Massive fucking tits, and attractive ass.) stared at him, smiling.
"Hi Denji. Wanna come sit with us?" Yoru cleared a spot at her table, blushing.
"Sure!" Denji rushed to the table, and sat with the girls, peering down towards all of their chests. Most were moderately attractive, one girl having some colossal honkers. He'd make a mental note of that one.
"So, Denji-" Began Yoru, a slight hint of tease in her voice. "Are you being a good boy in school?"
Those words activated the most crusty, dusty, unused neurons in Denji's brain, and his heart sped up. Had Yoru just purposefully said that... or was she sincere?
"Y-yes ma'am," He gulped. Dizzy, he held his breath and relaxed a bit. "I... think so?"
Yoru chuckled at him. "I need to go now," She mumbled, gathering her belongings. "Come around the library next Friday? That'd give us some more time together."
Denji sat in silence, stunned. Time. Together.
Those girls. Would they get in the way of his date with Yoru? They better not, or he'd-
He'd kill them all.
"Hey ladies, wanna go hang out at a nearby warehouse? It's super creepy and I think ya'll will like it," He was so close to killing them he could just taste their warm, sticky blood.
The girls all mumbled together, and nodded. Denji walked out of the building and the girls followed shortly behind him. He couldn't help but chuckle at how stupid they were. They trusted a dude they just met, to go to a highly suspicious place, far from civilization. It was like they deserved what they would get.
"Denji... when will we get there?" Asked a quiet chick in the back of the group. Her name was Kobeni, if he remembered correctly.
He sighed. "We get there in a bit. I promise it's worth the wait." He said this to reassure himself more, but it nonetheless was true.
---In a bit (an hour, and a LOT of complaining, later)---
The small harem of Yoru fangirls pushed the large door open, revealing a musky-smelling interior. This place had been used by the yakuza to dump bodies before, so the smell was expected.
This small detail was the reason Denji brought them there.
He closed the door and stood in the darkness for a second, chuckling. The girls started walking around, and eventually had all gone in different directions. Perfect.
~~~Kobeni's POV~~~
I tremble, walking through the abandoned warehouse. The rest of the girls had split up to explore.
"Anyone else seriously freaked out?" I asked. The silence around me was deafening.
Until it wasn't.
The sound of an engine starting practically exploded from the quiet ambience.
"H-huh?" I cry out. I sink to the floor, crying. "I d-don't wanna die... I haven't even go-gone to school yet..." I sob, trying my best to be quiet. My sobs drown out the noise around me, and I do not hear anything as footsteps echo towards me.
I look up, only to instantly have my face slashed off. Blood and gore spurts out from the injury as I scream. This can't be how I die... I have so much more ahead of me... I haven't even gone to high school...
~~~End Kobeni POV~~~
Denji sat in the middle of a pile of fresh corpses, tearing chunks of flesh off and shoving them into his mouth. He didn't need any blood, he was almost perfectly healthy. No, he was eating them for fun. The sound of him chewing echoed across the walls of the dilapidated structure, and he couldn't help but giggle. The blood stuck to his clothes and skin, but he didn't mind. The thrill of knowing he had a chance with Yoru once these girls were gone- it was too much.
The sound of the doors opening again startled him, and he looked up. Yoru stood in front of him, smiling.
"Denji, you're covered in blood. Stand up and come over here." She gently whispered, her sweet voice comforting Denji.
"Y-yes ma'am," responded Denji, standing slowly up, shoving away one of the girls. "What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I reckoned you would be here. One of the girls messaged me on your... walk." She eyed the bloody mass, then Denji, noticing him chewing. "Seems you've been busy" She laughed.
"Yoru... I can explain-" Denji began, but stopped when he saw Yoru's expression. It was... oddly serene for a girl who was witnessing cannibalism.
"No need to explain. Come with me. The library is closed, we can break in there. They won't find us." She smirked, blushing.
"I-I would... I'd love that," Denji stammered. "If you'd like to, of course." He added. Yoru was interested in him, and they were gonna have their date early?!
The two started walking down the street together, their hands touching, and eventually they held eachother's hands. Denji looked over at Yoru, and quickly averted his eyes when she looked back.
They stopped in an alleyway. Yoru turned to look at him.
"Denji," Yoru smiled. "I was thinking... and have decided that... maybe we should date~?" She asked.
Denji was shocked. "Are you sure? That's taking it a bit too fast for me." He admitted. "Not gonna lie, I've had such bad encounters with women, I don't trust people that easy anymore-"
Yoru swung a sword at Denji, and his head slid off. As his body collapsed, Yoru caught it. Picking up his head, she walked away.