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[3rd P.O.V]

“Darling? Are you ok?” a muffled voice asked, the short brunette snapped out of her thoughts looking up, “You had me worried for a second,” the man in front of her chuckled, Ayano Aishi, now 23 years old has been isolated in the basement of the Yamada family. Captured by her beloved Senpai, Taro Yamada, his love for her never withered, and only longed for her to feel the same for him. It's been 6 years since the kidnapping, her family and friends are still searching for the woman.

“I'm ok,” she whispered in response, the brunette moved up from being tied down to let roam free in the room, she was grateful and didn't ask to be let upstairs, knowing how mentally unstable Taro is, that would be a stupid idea. They both sat on the cold floor communicating with each other, well mostly Taro.

“You seem distracted, want to tell me why?” he tilted his head slightly, concerned for his lover, she sighed then mentioned she missed her family, fiddling with her fingers, carefully constructing her sentences. Also wishing to see Osano but said nothing of that, she glanced up at him; his eyes stared at her, which made her mentally flinch.

‘He looks at me like I'm nothing but prey....or am I mistaken? Could it be him just expressing love? Any of which scares me’ she thought, watching him think over her words. He sighed, getting off the floor then handled his hand out for her to take. Gently placing her hand in his, Taro guided her to the stairs, he opened the door and pulled her out.

‘Light...’ she squinted at the sudden light shining through the house, it's now evening. “I'm sorry I kept you there so long,” he cooed, placing his fingers under her chin forcing her attention on him. “I just didn't want to risk losing you,” the woman looked at him confused, ‘Why me? That question you haven't answered,’ the brunet placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

“I want to protect you, for anyone who wants to take you or harm you,” he whispered, “Senpai...” she tugged on his shirt. “Hmm?” “Why do you love me?” “You bring life to my world, I can function like everyone else...only with you though,” “Why me...” “That I don't know,”

The woman's eyes glanced to the wooden floor, silently thinking how unfair this was but she couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the older man. He could only feel if she was near, ‘I can't imagine living like that’ she stepped closer then slowly wrapped her arm around his body.

Taro blinked in shock, ‘She's hugging me...’ he returned the gesture in hesitation not thinking this was real. ‘Soft,’ his chin rested on the top of her head; ‘Fine, I'll stay with you, only for both our sakes,’ the brunette decided mentally.

4 years later...

“Taro...” Ayano looked around the dark house in worry, her husband was missing. There was a storm in the middle of the night, the electricity went out so the man went to the basement of their new home to turn on the generator.

It's been a couple of minutes and he didn't return, so the brunette got worried and tried to navigate her way through with the help of a flashlight. Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms snake around her waist, the woman quickly went into defensive mode, she swung her arm back trying to them.

Her effort was slammed down after they grabbed her hand forcing it behind her back. She struggled against the person then heard, “You're adorable when you try to fight back,” she let out a breath and relaxed.

“Darling, don't scare me like that,” her husband chuckled before releasing his grip, she pouted rubbing her wrist. He placed his arm back around her waist leading her down to the basement. “What are we doing down here? It feels a bit nostalgic,” the brunette muttered.

Taro smiled, “It is, isn't it?” they climbed down the stairs carefully. “It looks a bit like the one at your parents' home,” she glanced at the lone chair in the middle of the room. “Do you think, maybe, if we have kids they would use this basement?” he asked, the smile not fading.

Ayano shuttered at the thought of a person stating in their basement against their will, just like her years back. “Maybe that's a little too much,” she answered, “You're right,” there was silence for a while.

The man started to chuckle, making his lover look at him in confusion, “Let's have a kid right now,” he suggested. She looked at him with wide eyes, he only smirked then reached his hand under her skirt.

“T-Taro, wait,” the woman pleaded, feeling a hand run over her undergarment, “Do you really want to do it in here?” she moaned softly. He kissed her on the lips, confirming his intentions. She whimpered knowing what he was going to do to her body.

Hours Later...

‘He went all the way this time’ Ayano sighed feeling sight pain down her lower. It was now morning, the sun was shining brightly throughout the house, the woman was tidying up the bedroom while the brunet went to work.

Her attention was then caught by a photo on the dresser, she picked it up and a small smile crept on her lips. It was her wedding day photo; the brunette was looking up at her husband with a smile as his arm was wrapped around her waist.

“Hm, to think I fell in love with you over time,” her thumb brushed over the man's face. “You were quite the charmer, and I'm glad you were able to convince my family to let you marry me,” she placed the framed photo back in its original place.

Ayano returned outside after Taro was convinced she wouldn't leave him. They managed to lie to her family about what really happened over the past years and got them to believe it.

He charmed his way into her parents' hearts, allowing him on the good husband list. Now, they lived happily together, though he was still overprotective of her especially if another man was near.

“He really is a sweetheart,” she giggled to herself.

5 years later...

“Are you sure this is normal?” Ayano watched at her daughter, who was 4 years old, staring blankly at her new toy. They were in the living room, she and Taro were on the sofa while the child was sitting on the soft carpet.

He smiled and pulled his wife back to snuggle against his chest. “Yeah it is, she's going through what I went through,” he reassured her, “She's fine,” he kissed her forehead making the brunette relax.

“I hope she doesn't repeat history,” Ayano muttered, “I don't mind if she does,” Taro smirked as the small girl stared back at him.

Will history repeat itself?