|| dark affection || 1 ||

-before-

DeArEsT (NaMe),

FrOm YoUr (HaIr CoLoR) lOcKs To YoUr StUnNiNg EyEs. I lOvE eVeRyThInG aBoUt YoU, sO wOn'T yOu Be MiNe?

-YoUr SeCrEt AdMiReR

Beside the note was a red rose. Usually, love letters would give any girl a giddy feeling but that wasn't the case for this love letter. It wasn't handwritten, it was formed with cut out letters that probably came from various magazines and books, like the threatening letters you could see in horror movies. Not at all like a love letter. You could feel shivers running up your spine as you read it.

Who could possibly send me something like this?

"Good morning, (Name)."

You tensed at the sight of the red haired male, "good morning too, Akashi-san."

"Lovely day, isn't it?"

"It is, please excuse me." You gave him a curt bow and briskly walked away, shoving the letter and the flower in your bag as you did so. As he watched you shove the letter and the flower into your bag.

A flicker of amusement passed his eyes.

"Adorable," he mused.

-

"(Last Name)-san," you teacher called your name for the nth time already, "what is wrong with you today?"

"Huh, oh, um..."

"Were you even paying attention?"

"Y-yes! Of course, I was!"

"Then, answer this," the teacher gestured to a complicated looking problem on the board, "if you
were paying attention, then this would be easy."

You gulped and attempted to make sense of the problem but you couldn't. You sighed in defeat.

"That's what I thought," your teacher looked at you triumphantly, "you'll be cleaning the back yard after class."

You nodded.

-

You sighed in annoyance and looked behind you. You could've sworn someone was watching you.

"Then again, maybe I'm just paranoid," you sighed to yourself, "oh look, now I'm talking to myself."

-

"I'm obviously Akashi Seijuuro, (First Name)."

No, you aren't.

You wanted to contradict him. His eyes, his burning red eyes that you loved so much hardened, they turned into cold rubies and a freezing gold color marred his lovely eyes. He frightened you so much. That day everything spiraled out of control, that day the gears broke.

That day he disappeared.

You wake up with a jolt. Your hand finds its way to your throbbing temple.

Why did I think of that day.

Your alarm clock rings suddenly, it surprises you just a tad bit. You close your eyes attempting to compose yourself, then you turn off your alarm clock. You get ready hurriedly and after an uneventful commute to Rakuzan High, you open your shoe locker, only to see another note.

-now-

You wake up with a throbbing headache. Your hands are in cold shackles and you hear the beep of an alarm clock. You remember that day. The day your nightmares had just started to begin.

You didn't care much about it now, though.

You were stuck in your nightmares and there was no escape.