Fanatic;

It points right to your head, willing to shoot. It either glues your heart together or shatters it through. You feel ecstatic, yet you feel blue. It's an addiction, you were brought to.

[knaivus]

an idiot like you should know that I was being sarcastic, dirt sack.

[fanatiques]

i don't think you can be sarcastic when saying you don't wear pants, minamida. you know trying to hide your shame behind lies and insults is quite nauseating..

[fanatiques]

{ ♚ } precious;

             ↱ ✎ ↲   A shudder runs through her spine in response                                     to such a sudden change in atmosphere. This                                     creepy tone of his…it repulsed her.

    This is why she wants him removed.

    This is why she has been trying so     desperately to eradicate him from her     life.

                                           ❝… Creep.❞

         ❝Dying would be pointless if I’d still have you clinging to me in hell. Just leave me alone, or I’ll kill you, Wakabayashi.❞

                         ♛ ; He was used to it all by now;

                               all the insults, all the terms.

                               Yet none of it repented him.

                                                                                 It only made his infatuation grow.

                                                                                 All those names, terms, insults..

To him they were just how Miho showed her affection.

                                                                                                Her cold and thorny affection.

                 When he laughed, it came out manically, but nearly quiet. 

        "Wouldn't it be fun though?                                                      

         To have me by your side?                          

         I wonder what kind of torturing devices they have in hell.."

Despite her threat, he took small steps toward her,

                                                                  his sharp toothy grin never leaving his features.          How would she kill him?

                                                               She had no weapons.

                                                                                            All she could do was run and hide.

     But as the saying went: you could run, but you could not hide. 

[fanatiques]

✂ ; After Teeth Removal

Humiliated and embarrassed is what he felt, but he hid it behind a mask. Such wretched emotions weren't allowed to be shown by a person like him. He was meant to be confident and to keep his head held high; And that's what he did. Despite the surgical mask that covered his mouth he continued to act all high and mighty.

He no longer was able to act in the plays due to his lack of speech, yet despite the fact he could no longer get a noise to rise from his vocal chords, he was still able to use sign language. Very few of his actor peers spoke to him now, no longer seeing him as the magnificent thespian he once was.  Not that he ever cared about any of them anyhow. The only thing they were useful for was being his background, his side actors.

They weren't as important as he was. They didn't have the absolutely stunning skills of acting he had nor the charming visage. They were all useless. Merely only pawns in a game of chess. He controlled them like a puppeteer with his marionettes, made them look as if they actually had talent.

But, no, all of them were without the precious gift of being able to deceive the crowd like he could. He truly pitied them back then. He still pitied them now, but now he was the one who was pitied. Despite all the times he told them to stop they just continued trying to be sincere and apologizing to him as if saying sorry would help his predicament. They didn't even know why or how this had happened.

Not that he would ever admit the ugly truth. He would just use his hands to tell them 'it was an accident'. There were many times when he couldn't believe himself, felt digested with himself for keeping what happened a secret. He should have reported it to the police. But his obsession for the female who did this was too strong.

Over and over he told himself obsession was just a gun being pointed at this head. He told himself he never wanted this. But he was only deceiving himself. What he felt for Miho, despite her cold heart, was real infatuation. An infatuation that would only keep growing and growing.

Every night he looked at the photos he had collected of her. They drove him mad; he wanted to see her, he wanted to speak to her. But he couldn't. Not now, now wasn't the right time. All he knew was the right time would come soon.

And when that right time came around. The obsession cycle would simply start rotating all over again. 

[ribenjis]

I want the Miho and the K

☛ ‿ ♡ 15: tooth extraction ♡ ‿ ☚

          ↱ ✎ ↲   A surprise it is to get him in such a vulnerable position.

      But all credits go to Yukari.

      She might be impulsive, but when it came to murder, no better partner could have been chosen. Body laid, unconscious (for now, at least), strapped down to a bed via ropes and wires 'borrowed' from the theatre club —- the irony of it is appreciated through a wry smile. God bless Yukari for thinking this through so well.

      All those years of hiding,                             of mistrust.                             of humiliation.

                                    ..vengeance better be sweet.

      Weapon inventory had been prepared before hand; assortment of knives and things of the sort. But now that he was actually here before her, maybe she could take her time with this kill? To fully avenge her past self for the horrors faced.

       That’s right.

       The stalking,       the photos,       the letters.

                              Everything that he did made her life a living hell.

                              E  v  e  r  y  t  h  i  n  g  .

                              (And he will suffer the pain she did.)

       Eyes rest on a pair of gardening pliers. An idea appears —- the class president needs to be creative, correct? She does have a reputation to uphold. Even if this creep is the only one able to bear testimony to what she is about to do.

       Speaking of testimony… His voice had been pretty annoying prior to unconsciousness. Those gross words to match his gross thoughts. Stalker trash, indeed. That mouth of his needs to go —- so that is where she will start.

        The pliers are tested by a gloved hand with a quick click. The blades are slightly dull, the metal rusting a little. But after this, it won’t matter too much. A glance to the sleeping creep confirms that he won’t be too pleased to be woken. Perfect. Ah, Yukari —- she really is a saint for preparing him so well.

        Eyes gleam as she makes her approach. She’s looming over him now, eying his gross unconscious face, ignoring the knife marks inflicted prior by Yukari. Left hand goes to examine his mouth; lips are spread, careful not to awake him. He cannot wake yet. Soon but not now. Patience is the most sadistic of virtues.  Awh. What a disgustingly perfect set of teeth; the same teeth that had lied and fooled just about everyone of the monster he truly was.

die, you creep.

                       cra—ack.

         Plier pinch hard around one of the front two teeth. She scraped his gums by accident, but maybe it is an accident that will work for the better. He’s awake now, trying to squirm out of it, only making it worse for himself. She clenches the plier again and yanks out, just as he tries to pull away. Only an idiot would try to scream when getting teeth pulled; and a true idiot this one is. His punishment is another removal; this time the tooth directly below, so that any squirming would result in the plier being shot up into the gap of the old tooth, smashing the tender gums. So vulnerable. So gross.

                       cra—aCK !

          The stench of metallic blood is pleasant. Another tooth pops out, another prize. Maybe one day, she’ll drill a hole into all of them and string them up to make a pretty necklace; a winning token. Or maybe she’ll just force the shards of teeth into his eyes or somewhere else. So many thoughts, each one exhilarating. She’s looking forward to this revenge. Looking forward to thinking of getting back on the one who had tormented her for all these years. Looking forward to seeing him try to speak, trying to tell her to stop, only to sputter out blood. Those who hurt girls must repent.

          Ah? This tooth seems to not be succumbing as easily as the rest —- the canine tooth. The creep below her is struggling and squirming too much for her to get the proper grip —- a shame. For him. A true class president never gives in to defeat. So instead of squeezing the pliers right above the gums, maybe she’ll take some of the pink flesh with it. The tool wiggles a bit around the spot selected, eyes watching his in hopes that he is paying close attention to everything his ‘lovely Miho’ is doing —- large chuck of pink and white and red mess ripped out in one swift tear.

        snap,

                     snap,

                                   … SNAP.

                                                         what a shame                                                         for such a                                                         ❝ sweet boy ❞                                                         to end up like this.

 Pliers left clamped around his tongue as the creep watches with those disgusting eyes.

 She now knows the thrill of proper revenge.

                                 ❝Wakabayashi —- don’t spoil the fun by going around                                 telling people about this.❞ Lips pursed; a sweet smile                                 to show that he’s not the only sadist who belongs in                                 the theatre club.

         ❝Oh, wait…           …you can’t.❞

[fanatiques]

..i (don't) want the k.

12: Drowning

It wasn’t a difficult task to deceive someone if you knew their weakness. For his beloved Miho, it was that damned Minamida. Why did Minamida deserve Miho’s love? He couldn’t understand, refused to comprehend such a horrendous fact. All he knew is that if he couldn’t have his beloved queen, no one could.

Especially not the lousy mouse who thought it was alright to steal someone else’s possession.

Carefully, he dialed his bespectacled beauty’s number, having memorized it by heart after a few hours of searching for her name in the phone book. All he needed to tell her was one simple lie: He had Minamida and was going to kill her non else Miho made her way to the lake.

How foolish was his bespectacled queen? It seemed she just had too much devotion to rats who steal.  He hid himself among the forest of trees surrounding the lake, awaiting the sound of footsteps. As soon as his line of vision took sight of ginger hair, and a familiar voice demanding where Yukari was he stepped out from his hiding place, making his way behind Miho.

Appendages quickly made their way to restrain the other’s hands, placing them behind her own back. He pressed a knife against her neck to stop her from struggling. She should know better than to try and escape. Besides if she struggled the knife would only cut in deeper.

"Tsk..Tsk..Tsk..My dear, dear.. Miho.. I thought you were a lot more clever than this." 

"If only you had made a smarter choice and not made any kind of special relation with Minamida this all could have been avoided.

Oh, well, it doesn’t matter anymore, after this I’ll surely make sure I join you soon.” 

He started pushing her into the water, first her feet in the shallow end and then farther in till they were both waist deep in the lake. The knife still properly placed at her neck, Wakabayashi neared his lips toward her ear.

"This is goodbye for now my beloved, dear, Mi~ho."

He raised his free head and placed it on top of his head, pushing her head into the water while the knife slightly pressed in deeper due to the force he had used when he had made his move. His hand stayed there, keeping her head under water. He felt her body struggle for a couple more moments, minutes, seconds in till finally all he had in his arms was a limp body.

He placed the pocket knife into the breast pocket of his shirt, raising Miho’s body into his arms completely in til she was resting in them, bridal style.

"Oh, Miho…You’re so beautiful." 

[fanatiques]

WHY DO YOU LIVE IN THE TRASH CAN

i don’t live in a trash can, but i’m sure i can find your jokes a home in one. 

[fanatiques]

GIVE ME YOUR NUDES

Ah, Ah, Ah.. My nudes aren’t for free, you know. I’m not some cheap hooker.

pay me a billion dollars and i’ll consider giving you one nude.

[fanatiques]

Can u marry tumblr user yunos

im sorry but i’m married to tumblr user ribenjis 

[fanatiques]

{ ♚ } lovely miho;

            ↱ ✎ ↲   ❝Ah? I doubt it.❞

                                 A hand perched by her waist,                                  no emotion asides from sheer                                  annoyance revealed.

         ❝If you’d die if you spent a moment            without talking to me, then I think            that’s the win-win situation for both            of us, creep.❞

                    ♛ ; Suddenly he felt strange having her speak so brutally.

                          Ah, how it made him feel so alive somehow.

                          But what was an afterlife without his most precious Miho? 

             "Wouldn't it be better if we both died?

              We could spend an eternity together..

              I would forever be able to give you my

              never ending love for you, my dearest

              M i h o."

[fanatiques]

{ ♚ } miho;

                  { ✎ . ❝…Please be quiet.❞

                    ♛ ; "Ah, but, my dear Miho! I cannot go a single moment without giving you at least one reassuring comment of your absolutely stunning visage." 

[knaivus]

  i dont wear pants

[fanatiques]

ah, but the point is not whether you wear pants or not, it's just a phrase minamida! even a idiot should know that

[ribenjis]

[fanatiques]

ribenjis:

                       { ✎ . ❝The name is Miho Sonoda, Class President reporting for duty.❞                                    

                  ♛ ; "Oh, Miho, you're so beautiful." 

[knaivus]

tumblr user fanatiques is a disgusting pervert who takes panty shots of miho

[fanatiques]

tumblr user knaivus is a liar liar pants on fire 

[fanatiques]

EW DON'T DO DISGUSTING MOVEMENTS TO HER YOU DEMONIC REPTILE

                        ♛ ; ”..Digusting movements?!” 

                 ”How dare you insult me by saying I would do such to Miho! If anyone dared to do anything revolting to her, I’d make sure they pay.”

                 Now his words were truly spoken of course. But it wasn’t as if he hadn’t already committed some digusting movements. Not that he would consider his movements with anything like the words ‘sickening’ or ‘repulsive’. He was merely taking photographs. What was the harm in that?

                True it could be said, he had a bit of an obsession.. But he was a completely harmless fanatic. He only had been storing a more than  few photographs of Miho. All which he kept secretly and out of the sight of anyone and everyone. As long as he kept his obsession a secret it was okay. Wasn’t it? 

[fanatiques]

..ew.

                  ♛ ; ”…By ew you most likely mean lovely or possibly even handsome, right?” 

                How revolting, he was sweating uncontrollably. How could anyone blame him though he was in the presence of a true beauty. Oh, how he longed to receive anything but a look of disgust from her.  He deserved that kind of respect from her didn’t he? From the looks of it, it didn’t seem like she would agree.

               Well, if he was going to win her respect there was no time like the present, time to stop fooling around and sweating like an oaf!

               ”Ah, my dear, Miho has anyone told such a beauty as yourself that you emit the aura of a true thespian. I encourage you to join one of the plays! I’d know you would do an absolutely stunning job, especially if you had me helping you with the ropes of acting.” 

[fanatiques]

              ♛ ; Despite being cleaned and bandaged, he felt utterly grotesque. Disgusting, dirty. He felt as if all things related to those synonyms were attached to his body while he had been in the process of getting stabbed over a thousand times. He wasn't sure of the exact amount, he hadn't been keeping count. In addition, to top all of that off, he had been buried alive. 

            None of the seemed to matter as soon as he set foot into classroom of his attacker, a smile of amusement clearly forming and showing itself off on his lips. Ah, was it too soon to smile? Was it too soon to show off the fact he would hopefully sooner than later be getting his revenge? Once his quick introduction was made to the class his walking pace had increased and he was making a zip line towards the empty seat next to a teal-haired female.         

           "Minamida... Did you miss me?" 

[fanatiques]

you suck

                       ♛ ; He was offended, wait no he was more than offended. Insulted would be the more proper term to describe his current feelings. 

                      “Minamida, are you attempting to lower my self-esteem?” 

             ”Or is that you are simply jealous by the fact that I once again got one of the lead roles in the play?” 

              A smug smirk now makes it way onto his features. Yes, it must indeed be jealousy that has caused the other to conjure up cruel words. Although the petite female didn’t seem like she could have any kind of skills in acting. That made it no mystery as to why she never tried out for any of the roles. No matter, if she did she’d probably only end up getting one of the extra roles anyway.