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tanjiro was devastated after his breakup. he didn’t expect it, not in a million years. he lost his one and only because zenitsu said he thinks they need a break. he didn’t understand, was it something that he did? or said? was he maybe too clingy?
tanjiro didn’t have all the answers and it affected him deeply. he couldn’t sleep, he cried so many times that he lost count, and more importantly, he couldn’t get him off of his mind. it felt like he was cursed, as if it’s the universe’s way of saying
“fuck you” to him. he didn’t know what to do with these feelings; he’s so used to giving out affection that he never focused on himself. not even once. maybe he can finally admit to himself that he was way too possessive of zenitsu because of it but
he swears that it was for his own good, not because he was crazy or anything. tanjiro didn’t buy it, that’s just how he works right? he was only being logical.
at this point however he got more obsessive and even started to stalk zenitsu’s social media: every tweet, every post, every story — he had seen it all. it hurt tanjiro when he saw zenitsu talk lowly of him. it just didn’t feel right, they weren’t supposed to end up like this.
tanjiro had to do something to change this. he’s been getting tired of stalking zenitsu everywhere he went and collecting things related to him for his shrine. he simply wanted more, much more than masturbating to the pictures he took of zenitsu showering in his house.
of course he didn’t mind looking at his collection of nude pics everyday but he wanted to touch him again. he wanted to kiss him all over and hug him like he used to, his need for zenitsu is not fulfilled.
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it was pitch black tonight. the soft sound of cicadas filled the air in zenitsu’s neighbourhood. it easily blended well with the silence yet the residents are too familiar with the sound. zenitsu stayed up and was on his phone just because he felt like it.
it was friday and he didn’t have much to do anyway, why not pull an all nighter? his gramps was away and he basically had the house all to himself.
it’s been a month since he broke it off with tanjiro. he couldn’t help but feel bad about it after accidentally looking through his gallery.
“why didn’t i delete them before?” he asked himself. they aren’t together anymore so there’s no use for them.
“why didn’t i delete them before?” he asked himself. they aren’t together anymore so there’s no use for them.
deep down zenitsu didn’t want to let them go but he had to anyway. he was going to better himself and focus on the good stuff instead of being stuck in the past, right? besides, he knew tanjiro was no good for him. he didn’t want to be controlled by him and feel small.
he hugs his stuffed puppy anyway. who was he to know that love hurts this much? who was he to know that it barely goes away no matter what you do? he wanted to be his, really, he just couldn’t bear it anymore. he hoped tanjiro would understand without
telling it to his face. truthfully he was a bit scared of him and thought that he’d hurt him or something, but thankfully he did it over text. oh, he knew how bad it was, but it was easier to block his calls and messages than to be standing in front of him all vulnerable.
he wiped his tears away after a moment of thought and decided to go get a drink to help with his sore throat from all the crying. he was afraid of the darkness that accompanied him downstairs even though there was a light that lit up half of the house. he grabbed
a glass of water and tried to hurriedly make it upstairs to his room. as he was walking up the stairs, zenitsu’s body flinched violently. he heard a loud sound coming from outside. he looked back and tried to make sense out of it.
“maybe it’s.. it’s the neighbors or something.”
“maybe it’s.. it’s the neighbors or something.”
he tried to tell himself. maybe he was being dramatic about it and was just imagining things so he continued walking upstairs.
after arriving he checked the time on his phone and it only increased his fear.
“who would be out this late?“ zenitsu whispers to himself. he knew his neighbors well but he couldn’t think of anyone who would be outside at 3am doing god knows what.
“who would be out this late?“ zenitsu whispers to himself. he knew his neighbors well but he couldn’t think of anyone who would be outside at 3am doing god knows what.
zenitsu stared back at his stuffed animal, “m-maybe i have to check it coco...”
he went downstairs holding coco in his hands along with his phone that had the flashlight on. zenitsu went to go check where he thinks the sound came from — the front door.
he went downstairs holding coco in his hands along with his phone that had the flashlight on. zenitsu went to go check where he thinks the sound came from — the front door.
trembling, he opens the door slowly and looks around. nothing. he saw nothing. he sighed in relief and held his animal close to his chest. he closes the door and walks past the living room and to the kitchen. abruptly, he heard another loud sound from the back of the house.
it sounded like someone, or something, was fiddling with the door. zenitsu jumped, causing him to drop everything that he was holding and ran to the kitchen to grab something to defend himself with.
he grabbed a knife before sprinting upstairs to his gramps room, thinking that it’d be save there. he looked around frantically until he finally hid in the big closet.
zenitsu covered his mouth using both of his hands to prevent making any sound considering that he was crying in the darkness all alone. then it hit him, his phone and his stuffed animal. he left his phone and coco. fuck.
“i’m so stupid,” he thinks, ashamed of himself.
“i’m so stupid,” he thinks, ashamed of himself.
he tried to listen to the sounds but he couldn’t; his body was shaking uncontrollably and his breathing patterns were all messed up. he couldn’t believe he was going to get killed by someone he doesn’t even know!
zenitsu sits there with the knife still in his hands, if the person finds him he’ll stab them and run. but for now he tries to listen once again.
after a few moments of hearing shuffling and footsteps, he didn’t hear any more sounds. he was confused, is it safe to go out now?
after a few moments of hearing shuffling and footsteps, he didn’t hear any more sounds. he was confused, is it safe to go out now?
he shakes his head. “no no it’s probably not safe,” he thinks to himself.
“then again.. the killer probably left too..”
he listens for any other sound for another moment or so before making his final decision; he decides to go out there.
“then again.. the killer probably left too..”
he listens for any other sound for another moment or so before making his final decision; he decides to go out there.
zenitsu takes a deep breath, grips onto his knife, and opens the closet door slowly. he peeks his head out to see if anyone’s at the front door of the room. he sees no one. he lets go of his breath until his body freezes.
the killer is behind him.
zenitsu’s body shakes just as he tries his hardest to turn his head around and see, his eyes wide open.
it was tanjiro standing there behind him. he smiled at him.
“long time no see, baby.”
it was tanjiro standing there behind him. he smiled at him.
“long time no see, baby.”
zenitsu ran out of the room in an instant. he started to scream, cry and shout for help. he still had his knife but he knew that tanjiro was stronger than him physically so running from him was all he could do now.
“i won’t hurt you so please don’t make this difficult for yourself,” tanjiro warns in a dangerously soft voice. he runs after zenitsu to try and catch him before anyone can interfere with his plan. the plan that he came up with to finally get back what’s his.
“NO! FUCK YOU!” zenitsu yells.
he went downstairs to the front door and before he can open it tanjiro gets ahold of him.
“you’re really making me do this, aren’t you?” tanjiro asked calmly.
he covered his mouth to keep him from screaming and carries him
he went downstairs to the front door and before he can open it tanjiro gets ahold of him.
“you’re really making me do this, aren’t you?” tanjiro asked calmly.
he covered his mouth to keep him from screaming and carries him
to the other entrance of the house where his car is parked. zenitsu resists, kicking him everywhere to try and escape from his grip.
“stop it zenitsu, it’s no use now.” they both knew well what he meant.
“NO! LET ME GO YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!”
“stop it zenitsu, it’s no use now.” they both knew well what he meant.
“NO! LET ME GO YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!”
tanjiro looked at him coldly. he tosses him in the car and grabs a piece of duct tape, slapping it onto zenitsu’s mouth. he continues to then tie his hands and legs together so he can’t run away or do anything.
muffled screams can still be heard from zenitsu as he sobs nonstop. he must be dreaming, he must be. there’s no way this is real. he shook his head furiously at the situation he’s in, he was in disbelief. after tanjiro closed the car door he looked around his surroundings.
he saw two to three suitcases beside him. suddenly he didn’t want to know what was in there, he’s already traumatized enough as it is. as tanjiro starts driving off zenitsu sobs harder and screams under the tape.
“awh no baby it’s okay,” tanjiro reassures as he drove out of the neighborhood. “i’ll take good care of you no worries.”
zenitsu wanted to scream in his face, scream about the many things he did to him that left him scarred for life.
zenitsu wanted to scream in his face, scream about the many things he did to him that left him scarred for life.
he wanted to rip him apart so badly. he couldn’t understand why he’s so “special” to him. he understood none of this and why he’s kidnapping him. it was like he was being dragged into hell with him. nonetheless he continues to cry as his eyes laid on the suitcases.
tanjiro looks at him from his rear view mirror. “hm? you’re wondering about those suitcases?”
zenitsu couldn’t answer but didn’t say anything.
“ah well, it’s for us!”
zenitsu looked up at him with a confused look on his face.
zenitsu couldn’t answer but didn’t say anything.
“ah well, it’s for us!”
zenitsu looked up at him with a confused look on his face.
“oh, i didn’t get to tell you,” tanjiro smiles, his eyes back on the road.
“we’re moving so you can be with me, that’s all.”
zenitsu’s face goes pale. he looks outside the window and sees that they’re already outside of their city and on the highway.
“we’re moving so you can be with me, that’s all.”
zenitsu’s face goes pale. he looks outside the window and sees that they’re already outside of their city and on the highway.
tanjiro glances at zenitsu, smiling to himself. he couldn’t wait to move in and finally be with him again.
