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#Niuta - Junior Tidal, Sean Dunn, Jack Crank & Jeff Stieber @ #SaintVitusBar, #Brooklyn, NY, on Friday, October 5, 2018. . . #concertphotography #livemusic #liveband #nightlife (at Saint Vitus Bar) https://www.instagram.com/p/BosLUK1g0lb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1g8jt2pjovjkb
FURUTA/UTA 8>
Send me TG ship for a fanfic
I’m him - Mino (Winner)
I’ll do it at any price
“You’re making my life to easy you know.” He chuckled and played with the other’s hair. “... you’re cute you know... it’s sad that it had to end like this...”
His eyes were filled with fear, the first emotion he had felt in ages, it was... not as pleasurable as he thought. There were really people who got off an feelings like this? It really wasn’t his style.
“Coming into my house... pretending you’re just the friendly neighbour... do you really think I’m that stupid? I mean I am a little upset... trying to poison my dog, uh uh. My husband loves this stupid baby nearly as much as he loves me.”
Long black hair brushed over his pale skin as he felt the hand cuffs tightened around his wrist.
“Ah, you know I love him very much. I actually stopped... enjoying myself... in this way just for him.” His hazel coloured eyes looked so warm while he talked about this guy, but the blood on his skin felt so cold. “Ah... I remember how sad you made him when you first flirted with me...”
Muffled screams were pressed through bruised lips and the dirty cloth that gagged him. This should have been his first murder. Nothing fancy. Just his too friendly neighbour. Now it turned into this...
“I don’t like to see him sad you know - he’s the first person I ever spared... back then... I was hired regularly... I was good at my job.”
Did he really feel the need to start a monologue about his life before he got married? Really? Maybe this was his chance to free himself from the cuffs and get help.
“Killing people for money is more fun than it sounds. I did it for any price. Until I met him... he’s a police officer you know, smarter than he looks like, I think he knows about this... but he loves me.” His slender arms wrapped around his body tightly. “Ah, he loves me so much and this love... is enough to stop me from killing... but you -”
The cold steel against his neck made his body tense up. No. No no no no, it couldn’t end like this.
“You come here and think it’s easy to kill me... I worked hard for this life you know... I won’t let any one take it from me...” A dark shadow covered his face. “... this is the price you have to pay kid...”
Furuta let one one more desperate cry, no this was bad really bad, there was no way out of this - he was certain now that he felt the blade of the knife digging deep into his intensities.
He heard the other laugh, he saw his expression change, all the love and passion he had seen before turned into something else. Blood oozed out between his clattering teeth, the cloth was stained by motor oil and blood now.
The air was heavy, smelled like iron. Cold blood.
“Just like back then...”
His phone rang. Uta only starred at the display, his hands were to dirty to pick up now, it was Take. Would he come home? No. He surely just called to let him know that he’d be out with his colleagues. Good for him.
Maybe Uta should go back into his old job...