So uh... Someone did their research for this chapter [ME], and I am... uh... disturbed with Korekiyo's character... I wish I could unread what I had read...

WTF is this guy thinking? Oh well, at least now I know why he needs a doctor. :/

Meh, I don't hate him, but I don't like him either. It's just neutral I guess...

Anyways, since this is like a "doctoring" thing, I'm going to make Y/N a therapist to kind of help him with his "sickness". It's kind of doctoring... I think...

{Chiaki is S H O O K E T H}

Requested by: @Calm_and_BerseRK

[WARNING: SPOILERS]

(Is it even worth it?)

READ ON!

Y/N's POV

"My sister had influenced me greatly to be who I am today. Her mind and words... her touch. Ah~ It was surely a lovely thing..." Korekiyo sighed, his words and expressions reflecting pure pleasure.

"Korekiyo... are you alright?" Himiko asked, a bored expression on her face.

"I'm... very much okay... In fact, you may... be able to call me ecstatic!" He replied, lust starting to form in his eyes.

"Is he talkin' about his sister?" Miu asked, scoffing a bit. "Pure incest. That's fucking gross."

"He might be infatuated with her..." I said quietly, staring at the male in front of me.

"Uh, hello? Ultimate Therapist? You should probably help him, y'know, be NORMAL." Iruma spat, glaring at me. "I mean, like, it's your job."

"And..?" I asked, irked that she was putting all the blame on me.

"Well, do your job!" She finished, crossing her arms.

"It takes time, Iruma. Not like you would know anything about that."

"P-Please do not fight..!" Kiibo said, a worried expression printed onto his face.

"Ha! Kiibo knows sooooo much about human emotions." Ouma teased manically.

I saw Kiibo grow a bit red before crossing his arms, trying to hold back a comment of defense.

-Skippyjon Jones-

"Anything else about your sister you'd like for me to know?" I asked, tapping my clipboard with a wooden pencil.

Kiyo sat there in the comfy chair, thinking a bit while absentmindedly twirling his black hair around his finger. "She was... the epitome of perfect..."

I rolled my eyes, jotting that down on the piece of paper. On the desk besides me were four sheets of paper, filled to the bottom with Korekiyo's thoughts about his sister.

"I loved her dearly... I inspired my look by her... I'm an anthropologist because of her..."

Annoyed, I tapped the pencil against the clipboard harder. "You said that already. THREE TIMES."

His head turned over to me, a neutral expression on his face. "Are therapists supposed to break that easily? Considering you're one of the best, hence your title, you should be able to withstand just one patient."

"One patient? Trying to negotiate and talk with you is like dealing with ten patients that have a desire to bomb a building. It ain't pretty, sweetheart." I said, crossing my legs over another.

"Hm? What an interesting mindset you have. It surely is beautiful..." He sighed.

My face instantly grew red at the thought.

'Did he just call me beautiful..? Wait... he's an anthropologist... He's supposed to see the beauty in everything...'

"I have to thank you for your compliment." I said shortly. "So what's your past with her?"

He hesitated for a moment before gathering his thoughts.

"Well, she was confined in a hospital. She was very lonely, and I had frequently visited her and read to her which sparked my love for my talent. I don't think she had any friends either..."

He paused for a moment.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Isn't it quite obvious? She was confined in a hospital. She only had me, and I only had her. Do you see what I'm wearing?" He pointed down to his uniform.

"Yes, I see it." I said, rolling my eyes.

'I'm not blind, y'know.'

"My sister made it for me... I treasure it dearly... It's one of the last keepsakes that I have of her, and I can't think of wearing anything else but it."

'Weirdo.'

"You said that you see your sister wander around in the facility. Would you care to explain?"

"Yes. I see her everywhere. In the halls while walking classroom to classroom, enjoying the breeze that flows by, in my bedroom while reading a book, and in my shower, naked and vul--"

"OKAY! I think I've heard enough..." I sighed dramatically. "According to my files, you were attacked and tortured by locals to the brink of death. Is this true?"

"It is."

Smiling to myself, I wrote down the simple solution.

'Hallucinates seeing his sister after the attack.'

"Korekiyo, you may leave now. Come back tomorrow for another therapy session." I smiled, helping him up. "Do you feel at least a bit better?"

"I guess so. Maybe telling another human was all I needed to get some weight off of my chest." He said dryly.

"It seems so. See you soon!"

He nodded and walked off.

"Y/N-SAN!" A voice rang through the silent air.

"Huh?" I swiftly turned around and saw my favorite person. "Oh, hi, Kiibo!"

"I think Tsumugi wanted to see you." He smiled, nearing me.

"Ah, okay! Thanks for telling me! Catch you later, Kiibo!" I yelled, starting to find Shirogane.

"You... can catch me?" He questioned as I started heading off. "But I'm pretty heavy. I don't want you to break your back--"

"Kiibo." I turned around and laughed a bit at his innocence. "It's just a saying! That means I'll see you soon."

His face turned slightly pink, and he nodded. "Oh, sorry... I'm still trying to learn human sayings and emotions."

"It's fine, Kiibo!" I flashed him a quick smile. "I understand! See you!"

He waved me off, and I quickly headed towards Shirogane.

Korekiyo's POV

I stood behind a wall, listening in on Y/N's conversation with Kiibo. After seeing the murders of Rantaro and Ryoma, I was motivated to start the next scene. My plan was to kill two girls!

Then, they would come and keep my sister company. I mean, my goal is one hundred women anyways.

I already planned the targets... Kekeke....

Coming to my senses, I shook my head violently.

'No.... I won't let her control me... Y/N helped me drastically today... I can't go back!'

I ran back to the dorms, clutching my throbbing head along the way.

"Dearest Brother, if you love me so... please kill that girl..."

Tears started streaming out of my eyes from the pain. "I can't! I got the therapy I needed! Go away, Onee-chan! I already killed enough women for you!" I cried.

"Oh? It's still not enough..." She said sadly, crying small tears. "You're not willing to help your Onee-chan?"

"You know how much I hate seeing you cry..." I murmured, reaching out to stroke her cheek. "I want you to be happy..."

Her tears quickly faded and was replaced with a smile. "Th-Then do me a favor and give me two more friends..! One including that therapist girl!"

"But--"

"Brother dearest.... I hate you!"

"Okay... I'll kill two girls... One being Y/N."

"Thank you!"

She disappeared from my vision, and I sat on my bed, contemplating on what to do next. Just the thought of Y/N sent shivers down my spine. She spent so much time with me to make sure I was okay...

It was like me when I was younger and taking care of my sister...

The only reason why I loved her was because I had grown attached to her by seeing and visiting her everyday...

Oh dear.... I might be falling in love with Y/N, then...

Her beauty shines brighter than the rest. Her efforts to cure me from missing my sister is simply... divine!

Soon, my sister's rank from first started dropping. My love for Y/N was increasing, and I felt queasy while thinking about her.

"Ah, ah, ah! Brother, you can't go thinking these thoughts. Maybe it's time I control you for good..."

-The Next Day-

Y/N's POV

I yawned, waking up from my slumber. Another day, another therapy session with Kiyo...

Somehow and someway, I started enjoying our therapy sessions. He spilled all his feelings and thoughts out to me... He trusts me to fix him.

My face grew pink at the thought when he had held me back from nearly killing myself because of Rantaro's death. His hands around my waist, his face resting on my shoulder and whispering the words that made me flustered.

"Don't kill yourself. Your beauty shines through the rest. Do not let it go to waste."

I sighed, throwing the blanket from my body and heading into the bathroom to do my business and brush my teeth.

After that, I changed into my casual clothes and headed out, my clipboard and pencil in hand.

Slowly, I creaked open my door and headed over to Kiyo's room. I softly knocked, but no one answered.

"I guess this is what I get for waking up late..."

My feet started walking down the halls, trying to locate the boy with long ebony hair.

"KOREKIYO! ARE YOU READY FOR ANOTHER THERAPY SESSION?" I yelled, attracting the attention of my other classmates.

"Y-Y/N-san! Why are you yelling so early in the morning?" Shuichi asked, slightly worried.

"I need to see Korekiyo before something gets out of hand. I know his sister's tendencies to control Kiyo, and it's not good." I replied.

Soon, I headed over to Angie's art lab and saw the door close.

"Kiyo..?"

Creeping up to the door, I listened in.

"Oh, Angie-san... I see the sculptures you're making are as lovely as ever." His voice rang through the door.

"Ah, Atua helped Angie greatly!" Angie replied, her words bubbly and bright.

"Is that so?" Korekiyo replied with an ominous tone. "Would you like to make a new friend? My sister, perhaps?"

My eyes widened at the realization of his motive.

'No..!'

"Hm?" Angie hummed. "Sure! Atua accepts anyone who accepts Angie!"

"Perfect..."

I slammed the door open to see Korekiyo holding a knife above his head and a poor girl cowering in fear in the corner.

"K-Korekiyo..!" She pleaded. "What is Korekiyo doing...?"

"Giving my sister a new friend...!"

"STOP!" I screamed, running towards the pair.

Kiyo's bloodthirsty eyes glared at me full of malicious intent and suffering, suffering from the loss of his older sister.

Angie took this time to run out of the studio, leaving the two of us behind.

He started to lurch towards me, holding the knife tightly by his side. "Oh? What a beautiful specimen... A perfect addition for my sister's list of friends..." He said lowly.

I backed up, my eyes wide. "St-Stop this madness! Korekiyo! Snap out of it!"

"Huh..? What are you saying, Y/N-san..? I'm perfectly sane..!" He laughed, having me completely backed up against the wall.

His face leaned in close to mine, and my face instantly heated up. His warm breath tickled my face, but his words left my blood cold.

"Have fun in the afterlife, Y/N..."

He swiped the knife across, but I ducked in time. Well, my cheek was cut, but it was better than having my neck slit...

I looked up at him to see his crazed eyes, looking down at me.

"Just one cut... One cut across your pretty little neck should do..!"

Tears started to stream down my eyes, and I screamed out. "No matter what you do, I'll always love you! KOREKIYO! I LOVE YOU!"

At that moment, his actions and advances halted, and he stared at me, his eyes wide. The knife that had been clutched in his hand dropped onto the ground, and he pounded a fist against the wall behind me.

Tears started to escape his eyes, too, and he whispered out. "What was I doing..? Was I going to kill... the one woman that I had left..?"

His sobs choked his words, and I felt my heart melt at that moment. "K-Kiyo..."

His bare and warm hands caressed my cheek, and his face leaned closer to mine. Both were tear streaked, and I couldn't help but flutter my eyes close.

He removed his mask, and slowly, his warm lips met mine, and they mashed in perfectly.

My arms absentmindedly wrapped around his neck, pulling and tugging at his hair, earning a soft groan from the both of us occasionally.

Soon, our lips parted, and he whispered against my ear.

"I'm sorry..."

I nodded in understanding, staring up at him innocently. "What I said earlier... Kiyo... I really do mean it..!"

"Y/N... I love you, too.... I can feel the spirit of my sister finding peace and disappearing. Thank you... so much..!" He cried, hugging me tightly with gratitude.

I wrapped my arms around him in return, and a smile formed on my face. "I have done my job. It looks like a cure was found."

I felt his body vibrate with a chuckle. "I guess you were my cure, Y/N..."

Yeah! Is it bad I kinda like this storyline? Oh well! Hope you enjoyed reading, and sorry it took longer than it should've! And sorry if it seems really rushed! Love you, and see you in the next chapter!

Next Up:

Little Game [Izuru Kamukura] (AU) PT 2

Annabelle [Gundham Tanaka]

I-Hate-You-Itis Syndrome [Ouma Kokichi]

Closing Your Heart [Kiyotaka Ishimaru]

-TJ-