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You had a visitor.
For the first time in… ever, actually.
They (he?) were a bit… eccentric. Like you, you supposed.
You sat across from each other, each on a pillow with the can of warm chocolate milk and the bag of marshmallows between you.
It was like a picnic, but at home.
"What's your name?" You suddenly asked. "And are you a man?"
Maybe you should have asked this in the beginning.
Was it weird to invite a total stranger to your house?
Would they (he?) get angry at you for asking that?
You instantly regretted it all.
For a second, they (he?) Just stared at you, their (his?) mouth filled to the brim with marshmallows.
You thought it was kinda adorable.
It reminded you of a hamster.
You liked hamsters.
They were cute and soft.
Surprising you, they (he?) swallowed all the marshmallows in one go.
How was that even possible? You had no idea, but you were impressed.
"People call me Cutthroat!" He quipped, with the biggest smile you had ever seen before. "And yes! I am a man!"
Cutthroat?
The name ringed a bell in your head.
You didn't know why.
It was a weird name though.
Like something you'd call a serial killer or villain.
Was he a serial killer?
You glanced at him.
Maybe?
It would explain the stains on his clothes.
Did you care?
No, not really.
He was kind! And fun! And he hadn't hurt you yet!
He was your friend. You liked him.
People were… annoying anyway. Always hurting and mocking you.
It didn't matter to you if they died.
You smiled, a bit shy but as bright as you could.
"I'm [Name]." You told him. "And I'm a girl!"
He nodded, smiling, and grabbed a cup of warm chocolate milk, putting in a bunch of marshmallows.
"You make amazing chocolate milk!" He complemented you.
No one ever complimented you.
You blushed, feeling like a red tomato. Or cherry.
You liked cherries and tomatoes. But cherries more.
They were sweet.
You loved sweet.
His face lit up, for some reason, and he reached over to touch yours.
"You're red!" He almost screeched.
"You're white!" You screeched back, not knowing what to answer or do.
He giggle, moved over to sit next to you and cupped your face in his hands.
Your brain stopped functioning.
"You're so cute~" He squeezed your cheeks. "All red! I love red! Red, red, red!"
Without asking, he wurmed his way under your soft red blanket.
Your brain was completely fried.
"I can stay here, right?" He murmered, his face burried in your neck.
"D… Don't you have a ho…home to go to?" You stuttered.
You were not used to this type of intimacy.
He wanted to stay?
With you?
Did he like you too?
Were you really friends?
Your heart went crazy.
Someone liked you enough to want to stay with you!
You felt… happy.
You hadn't been this happy in ages…
Or ever in your life actually.
Were you… dreaming?
This had to be a dream right?
You touched the scorching hot can of chocolate milk.
It hurted.
Not a dream then.
"Neh!" He hummed, "I like it here more!" He let go of your face and grabbed as many marshmallows as he could.
You just hummed.
What were you supposed to answer to that.
"I…I'll just make you a bed then?" You said after awhile.
"No no no!" He jumped up, the marshmallows he had been previously holding flying around the room. "I'll sleep with you!"
Your brain died.
You weren't gonna complain.
You hated complaining anyway.
It reminded you of the annoying costumers you got during your job. Of your stupid boss who only complained about you. Of your parents who complained about the way you acted, dressed, talked, thought.
You wondered… should you actually really trust him?
He was a stranger and probably a serial killer too.
But he was nicer to you than anyone had ever been before.
Y̶o̶u̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶k̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶h̶a̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶.̶
"A… alright." You said. "Do… do you want me to wash your clothes? Blood stains are a pain to get rid of if you don't do it quickly…"
He look at you weirdly.
Oh.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
Does he think your weird for asking that?
Will he leave now?
You didn't want him to leave.
You wanted some company, someone to talk with, to drink warm chocolate milk with, to eat marshmallows with, to sit under you soft red blanket with.
Your body acted without your permission.
You grabbed his arm, tightly, as if he were a lifeline, afraid that he might walk away. Leave you behind, alone, lonely again.
You would rather have him hurt you, than leave you.
You wanted someone to talk to…
He was the first one who did…
"Don't leave me!" You cried, tears filling your eyes again. "Please, I'm sorry!"
A surprised, but odly amused, look crossed his face.
He sat back next to you and gently took your face in his hands.
They were big, warm and soft.
You liked his hands.
They reminded you of your bed.
Comfy, warm, soft…
You closed your eyes, a couple of tears ran down your cheeks, and leaned into his touch.
An unfamiliar feeling.
It was… wet? Warm?
You opened your eyes again, only to see your white haired guests licking your tears away.
What?
"Awww!" He cooed. "Don't worry! I'm not leaving! Of course you can wash my clothes~"
And that's how you ended up with a possible serial killer, half naked in your bed with his clothes in your washing machine, practically feeding him marshmallows while you were watching tv, covered by your soft red blanket.
Huh, life had a weird way of turning out sometimes.
You wondered what was under the white bandage on his left arm, that reached to his elbow, but you didn't ask.
Afraid that your curiosity would scare him off.
There was some children's cartoon on, which seemed to amuse Cutthroat immensely.
You were amused too.
You liked children's cartoons.
They were funny, kinda idiotic and not complicated.
You liked non-complicated things.
They didn't make your head hurt by thinking too much.
Not that you didn't like thinking.
You did.
But some things… weren't nice to think about.
The protagonist was just about to do his ultimate power move, probably saving the day just like in every other episode, when suddenly it was interrupted by an urgent news broadcast.
"Once again, the vicious serial killer called Cutthroat made a new victim…" The reporter said solemnly, a sad look on their face. "The victim was found by an unfortunate bypasser in the alleys of the eastern Kansai slums. The police are now questioning the surrounding inhabitants and investigating any leads. If anyone know something, please contact the authorities."
And just like that, it was done. Starting the cartoon again.
You turned towards your guest, who was completely focused on the tv.
Well, that confirmed your suspicions.
Not only did the name fit, the murder had found place basically next door.
"You're Cutthroat." You said.
He turned to you, and for a split second you feared that he would kill you for saying that.
But he smiled.
"Yes!" He quipped. "I told you so, didn't I?"
You hummed.
You supposed he did indeed tell you.
"So, you kill people?"
He nodded.
You hummed again.
"Okay." You simply said. "That explains the blood."
You turned back to the tv.
Only to realize something immediately after.
"The police." You turned to him, eyes wide. "They're coming to my house."
He carelessly grinned and nodded.
"Yup!"
Coincidentally, a knock sounded after his answer.
You jumped up.
The police were at your door.
You didn't have any feelings towards them.
They didn't hurt you (yet), but they never helped you either.
But right now, you hated them.
What if they realized the murderer was in your house and took him away?!
No!
Another knock.
More urgently this time.
You should open.
Or they would get suspicions.
Maybe they didn't need to know he was here.
You looked at him.
He was busy eating marshmallows while watching tv.
Even if they wanted to come in, he looked pretty harmless and innocent.
You walked to the door.
You didn't like the cold floor on your naked feet.
You wanted to get back in your bed, with Cutthroat.
They knocked again, impatiently.
You hated impatient people.
They never wanted to wait, always urging you on and on.
You opened the door.
There were two officers.
They were relatively tall, you supposed. You had to look up at bit to see their faces anyway.
But not taller than your white haired murder guest.
One had short, gelled back dark brown hair, was probably in his mid thirties and had dark grey eyes that looked absolutely exhausted.
The other one had spiky wild black hair, coffee brown eyes and had probably just graduated from police academy, considering the bright and hopeful look he had in his eyes.
"Hi." You mumbled, just staring them blankly in the eyes.
Normally you would try to be nice, maybe in the hopes of befriending them, o̶r̶ ̶h̶o̶p̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶s̶t̶o̶p̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶p̶o̶t̶e̶n̶t̶i̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶y̶o̶u.
But they were here looking for your new friend, even arrest them if they found him!
You couldn't let that happen.
Your cold welcome didn't seem to deter them.
The younger one flashed you a polite, but bright and sweet smile.
"Good evening ma'am! I'm officer Yakamoto and this kind sir here, "he pointed towards his companion. "Is officer Takahashi. We're sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I assume that you're aware of our reason for visiting?"
You nodded.
"The murder, right?" A stupid question.
Of course they were here for that.
"Indeed,". The older one jumped in, voice scruff and tired. "we came to enquire about any possible witnesses or clues."
You hummed.
"So," the younger one took over again. "What were you doing around 9.30 pm this evening?"
Easy question.
"I was at home, here," you answered. "drinking warm chocolate milk… with marshmallows."
The young man nodded, while the tired one wrote it down.
"And do you live here alone? Are there any other people in the house."
Oh.
That… was a good question.
Did Cutthroat live with you now? Forever?
And should you say that he was inside? They might want to interrogate him too…
"I… I ehm…" You hesitated, making the older man look up from his paper with a frown.
Oh no.
"I…"
"Angel! Are there any more marshmallows~" A familiar voice sang next to your ear as someone grabbed you by your waist and pulled you against him.
Cutthroat?!
What was he doing?
"Huh?" You dumbly said, staring up at him, who was just grinning down at you.
"Eh…" they officers seemed just as surprised as you by the sudden half naked 'intruder'.
"Good evening, sir!" Officer Yakamoto said, quickly recovering from the shock. "May I ask who you are?"
"Me?" Cutthroat said, pointing towards himself, not letting go of your waist.
You mentally crossed your fingers.
Please don't say anything suspicious.
Please.
You didn't want to lose your only friend.
"I'm her boyfriend!"
Wait what.