Rantaro felt his stiff arms under his sleepy haze, waking up due to the uncomfortable feeling. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, memories rushing back to him like a tidal wave.

Sitting up and looking around, he remembered that he stayed over Korekiyo's house as his white week gift. The morning light poured through the window like a golden waterfall, dust particles slowly following the direction of the light.

"Good morning, Korekiyo." He pattern the space next to him to find out if we empty; only finding the soft touch of the blanket.

He removed himself from the bed only to look in thought. He swore he had something to do today. He shrugged and headed towards the bathroom, starting his morning activities.

"Ah, good morning Rantaro. I would've expected you to knock beforehand. I was kind of surprised really."

He played with the hair on the back of his head as he apologized.

"Here. You can keep it afterwards." Korekiyo handed him an unpacked toothbrush.

"Thank you. I really do appreciate it." Rantaro smiled warmly.

"You are most welcome. All I ask in return is your regular personality, which is what I'm not receiving at the moment. Are you nervous to stay here?" Korekiyo didn't want to make him uncomfortable with what happened last night, he really didn't mind it at all but when Rantaro was flustered, he would be REALLY formal.

"No, no. I-It's just your hospitality is just unwavering. I feel like I'm just invading at this point." His eyes scanned the floor in guilt. Korekiyo had never seen him like this, 'Is it the illness alone or is it emotion?' he wondered. Humans are really a specimen to behold.

Specimen...specimen. Korekiyo smirked to himself, Rantaro, his little specimen for him to observe. Figuring everything there is to know about his own kind will be too much of a thirst to quench, his little specimen was only a sliver to the enormous world there is. Both perfection and imperfection in a human, intertwined in a chaotic tandem. How did it take him so long to notice?

No wonder he seemed so perfect, he IS perfection to the humane standard. How ironic that the objectively most perfect creation the entity above granted him with was in love with him.

"You are really not invading my space. I'd rather be with you than be alone anyways." He went back to brushing his teeth while Rantaro started opening the toothbrush package.

"I'm glad I'm not. Just tell me to leave whenever, ha ha." Was he already comfortable with staying already? How intriguing.

They finished their routines and walked to work together. Rantaro glanced over at his house on their walk, a wave of guilt washing over him. He sets his eyes forward again, knowing he wouldn't feel guilty when he shows him his 'gift' of sorts; not feeling empathy and feeling intense euphoria at random intervals really messes with his reason and meaning immensely. Thinking to himself was calming at times, others not so much.

'But it helps.' He guesses.

Korekiyo was later that usual while Rantaro was ten to twelve minutes early. No one was in at this time luckily or else there would definitely be some laughs. Rantaro sat down at his desk as Korekiyo walked away with a quiet 'see you later'. Later? The last party is in 8 to 9 hours. He hummed in confusion and continued typing.

For the remainder of the day, he felt a laser-like stare behind him but payed no mind to it. The evening light pierced through the windows that were just as beautiful as yesterday that he couldn't help but take a picture. He took out his phone and took a timed photo for 10 seconds before sighing in contempt.

"Good evening, Taro-san. I see you're immortalizing this beautiful evening." Korekiyo glanced over his shoulder at the photo before standing beside him.

An intense blush and grin crept onto his face. Why would it trigger at the unluckiest times?

"Good evening, beautiful. That's exactly what I'm doing. I might as well take a picture of you while I'm at it, " He chuckled, "I'm kidding."

"I wouldn't mind at all, though, we have business to attend to."

Rantaro's mind opened up to the night he spent with him. His 'gift'... he was worried but was really not, in fact, he was excited for his face to contort into absolute fear or happiness when he shows him.

He didn't want to do this. He valued their friendship immensely and didn't wanting mess it up but at the same time... he just wanted his lips on his own.

He smirked happily, "Of course. I've waited all week to show you."

Korekiyo nodded at his hyperbole and proceeded to walk together.

She wasn't dead, she felt like it, but she wasn't. Her limbs felt numb as her stomach pangs started again, the ropes cutting off the blood flowing through her legs. She tried to move as much as possible to tried to get her blood to flow but nothing was really working.

Her beloved would never do this to her! She was his and he was hers, nothing more and nothing less. If that creepy freak of a manager was going to keep her from being with him, serious measures need to be taken.

She heard footsteps approaching her direction. She hoped it was her beloved so she could give him a piece of her mind. The footsteps approached the stairs and she made an attempt to smile under the tape she was bound with.

"Good evening." Rantaro said lowly.

Rantaro approached the woman and ripped the tape off of her eyes. Her eyes immediately closed from the exposure to light and opened them again in incriminates before they stayed open in surprise.

"I am quite confused on what's going on, Rantaro." It didn't phase Korekiyo, but it merely threw him off, "Why is your girlfriend held captive in your basement?"

"Well it's merely an offering to you. I know you major in and love humanities so why not get an actual human?" He smiled his signature smile. He acted so innocent. He must know this is wrong.

"Amami, are you not aware of what you've done? Or is your illness taking control?" His worries were drown out by his specimen's actions. Holding another human captive just for him? How romantic.

"Who cares? Who honestly cares? She could lose the circulation to her brain and I'll still imagine us on a gondola, sailing through Venice as the sun sets behinds us. I'm madly in love with you Korekiyo and nothing will quench that."

He sighed, "Love won't allow you to get out of jail, Rantaro-san."

Rantaro wanted to cry. He didn't want to see what would happen in the next few seconds of this encounter.

Korekiyo shushed him softly and whispered into his ear, "May you please get a knife from the kitchen?" Rantaro wiped his eyes and proceeded to the kitchen.

Korekiyo slowly approached the frightened woman but she kept moving back, eventually hitting a wall. He could hear her whines and cries in his attempt to calm her down.

"Shhh, I'll free you soon."

Her whines calmed down as Korekiyo had hoped and started breathing deeply through her nose.

Rantaro approached the both of them and gave Korekiyo the knife, slowly but surely. He was ready to accept whatever fate throws at him at this second, maybe he wished for this secretly but never thought about it. He mentally shrugged it off; his life wasn't going to get better anyway.

He looked down in disappointment, a thin stream of blood was at the corner of his vision. He looked up immediately to see a thin slice across his now dead girlfriend's neck. Korekiyo immediately went to work with the disposal, finishing in an hour flat. No words were exchanged during this process.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and kept a blank face.

"Thank you, Rantaro. I apologize for using my gift so soon, but I found no use for her. She was already a pest buzzing in my ear already, it wouldn't work."

He was still confused, "But why? You could've released her and called the police on me."

"I find humanity the most beautiful and hideous thing to grace this planet. From wars to peacemaking, neither last forever, just like humans. I've come to the conclusion that even though having a very intricate history, they all fall the same at the end. I find no problem in disposing of another if they're going to suffer that fate anyway. Besides, I have a prefect representative of humanity right in front of me." He kissed his cheek where a tear still stood, "I thank you for representing yourself so amazingly around me."

He held his cheeks and more tears ran down, this must be a dream, "I guess..." He laughed, "I kinda tired now, ha ha."

"Let us part then. I do hope you have taken the necessary precautions beforehand. I trust that you did?"

"Yeah, yeah. Goodnight then." Korekiyo nodded and taken part, Rantaro stood alone with his thoughts again. He hated the loneliness he now has to face - at least that white noise of a human filled the empty air.

He wanted his 'why' here. He didn't want to connect his beloved to a box of expired chocolates, he didn't want this obsessive split personality thing controlling his love life.

'You brought this upon yourself, you know? You decided these coping mechanisms to combat the oppressing thought that he will never like you. I'm just the one that puts it out there; that embraces it.'

'But I want to be normal for him.' He combs the little curl fallen in front of his face.

'He isn't normal! Didn't you here that speech about humanity? Your abnormalities is what draws him towards you. Obsession is not oppressing you, it's doing the complete opposite.'

'So? Obsession has boundaries.'

'My sporadic outbursts has peaked his interest, you know? We literally got him a human and he classified 'using' it as killing her, and kissed you because you brought him her. Your obsession with him makes him love you more, don't you see?'

He laughed to himself, 'I guess you're right but I do have an inclination not to trust what you say.'

'Well I'm an illness for a reason, but just with a different goal. Now, getting your point across is up to you.'

'Up to me?' He shook his head and yawned. What time was it, 10, 12? His eyes dropped slowly as he walked to his bed and basically collapsed. Dream after dream to a nightmare then night terrors non-stop after that. He couldn't sleep alone as a child - they were so bad. Even though they don't appear as often anymore, but he feels like his brain has made a habit to make a nightmare out of everything he sees in the morning.

Honestly, he feels like he's getting worse and worse after he reluctantly stop going to his therapist.

In his slightly conscience state, he shifted himself and made a mental reminder to go tommorow.

If he remembers of course.