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==== Chapter 5   [ Part 2 ] ====

12:37 A.M.

You breath out a sigh as you reach out your hand to grasp the door knob, pondering to yourself if you should wait a bit longer for your friend Peach. Well but since Peach did say that you can go ahead; maybe you can go ahead now.

After all she will need a lot of time. Her own dear friend has arrived just now to taint her with blessings of blood.. Poor Peach. Well at least you aren't the one with it. Your friend's schedule of visitation would probably be dated in one of the days of next week.

You twist the knob.

His chocolate brown instantly opens at the noise, hoping that it isn't the nurse or those fucking fake friends of his again. He hates how they apologize for not helping him, knowing that their apologies aren't sincere. Those cunts. He'll kill them if he has the chance to. Claiming they are his friends, yet they only are if they want something.

And that something? Oh, it's money and fame.

His parent is quite rich being a political figure and all... Fame because of his well-known Father. Ashes, well, he too is famous around here in this shit school for being a fucking bad boy or more so a rebel. But the school — it doesn't really care of his unruly behavior because he has his indifferent father backing him.

Though he really hates his parent.

He hates school. He hates his "friends" and these people around him.

Except her.

That girl. (Y/N), is it? There is something about you that just makes him pause and deeply think... Right after you tried to protect him from that fucking guy, you surprised him. And now, there's something wrong with him. Ashes couldn't really stop himself from thinking of you. Maybe he's obsessed with you right now.

Ashes smirks as he stares down at the hand you took the day before. Soft. Warm. He could still feel the sensations. Smirking even wider as he thinks of you smiling back at him. Ha, maybe she likes me. Why would (Y/N) stop that fucking cunt if she doesn't like me?

Well, she's lUCkY.

I lIKe HeR Too, Ashes thinks while you quietly enter the room after peeking at the small openings of the door. As you enter, you see the still unconscious Kielle resting on his bed. Taking small, quiet steps, you slowly make your way to him.

"I hope you wake up now," you softly mutter under your breath, actually hoping that he isn't dead yet. Your (E/C) eyes silently perceiving his face. You almost throw out a scream when someone speaks.

"I hope you didn't forget about me."

"—(Y/N)."

You lift up your gaze from the sleeping beauty's face and see his dark brown eyes emptily staring right at you as if he's very displeased at you — for not acknowledging his presence first. Why? Did you forget him? Is he really that insignificant?

Why? Is he— his brown eyes looks over her shoulder to observe that young man— more important than him. His thoughts are quite strange, but the man's clearly unaware by the strangeness.

You look at him, recognizing his face, but his name.. You kinda forgot. Well, you hope that you can remember it as soon as possible. Leaving Kielle's side as you make your way to the red-haired guy. "Nah," you casually say to the man with a smile.

"Don't worry. I remember you. Haha." You laugh— fake some laugh. Lies. You spit out lies in order not offend the guy. Actually, you are confused. Why is he talking to you like both of you are close friends?

Wait! Are we friends?!

He laughs at your laugh, causing your cheeks to burn red. Oh maybe you guys are friends? You assume to yourself. You are quite really uncertain by that thought; but you do not really want to dive any deeper into that, so you swipe those confusions away.

"Are your injuries okay now?" you ask him.

Actually you're about to touch the young man's arm but decides not to because you are not that close with him to begin with. You do not even recall his name! But you're aware that it is something related to red hair/ firee.

Your (E/C) eyes are focused on the fact that you did not perceive the slight narrowing of his brown eyes.

But of course! This damn bad boy is impulsive and does things without thinking. He does not have a hard time as this man harshly grabs your hand and places it on his. A surprised reaction is on your face, and you try to retrieve your hand back, but his grip is just too tight.

"I'm slightly better now."

He laughs, satisfied at the touch, not even fazed by your disturbed expression.

"Thanks for caring, (Y/N)," he tells you after as he gives you that cheeky smile. Thankfully, this man has dropped your hand. You touch your hand, gently rubbing it, while you look at him, pondering if this young guy's really safe enough for you to be around with.

"It's nothing." Your tone is hesitant.

Well.. your decision's final statement is that it is better for you to avoid him in the future. Since you don't know him that well. All you know is that he's a bully; and he bullied Peach before, okay?! She would not like to see you trying to befriend a bully.

"It's not nothing," the red haired man tells you as he tries sitting up from his bed. You can see him struggle but just like before you do not dare to offer Ashes a helping hand.

"You're the first person to actually care for me."

You raise an eyebrow. "First?! How about your friends?! Family?" You don't understand why this guy is making a topic for you guys to converse with, and you think this is even a topic that is so personal for him. Ashes, oh Ashes. He looks at you with those now emotionless brown eyes. He scoffs. "Friends? You saw what they did, right? Dad? He doesn't care about me."

Silence dawns as you hesitate to ask.

"Your mom..." you ask.

Your soft voice has gotten terribly softer as you think of your own deceased mother. His choco brown eyes turns even darker. He doesn't really want to think of his mom. She left him, and he hates his fucking Mom for that. He bites the inside of his cheeks as he suppressed the anger down.

Yet as he turns to look at your face; his anger has simply dissipated.

Your eyes that carry sadness. Longing. Anguish. Ashes remembers carrying that emotions too well when he's a child. His heart that has been filled with anger has once again reverted back to melancholy. "Mom..." He closes those brown eyes of his.

"... she cared for me."

Cared.

With that letter "d" in that word care, you can't help but regret asking. You are sincerely concerned for the man's crying soul. Placing a hand on his arm, you smile at him that sad smile.

A thought just pops into your mind right now.

Of course. His name is Ashes...

"No. Your mom still cares for you, Ashes," you correct him, thinking of your mom. Yes, your mom may not be around in this earth anymore. But you believe that your mom has not forgotten you. Like his mother. Your soft, genuine smile that has managed to touch his heart. The young man looks at you with a dazed expression. Your words of course managing to reach his soul as well. He laughs back, looking down at your hand that is entirely bringing warmth to his body.

Of course. His mom...

She did promise that he will be forever in her heart.

How can he fucking forget that?! Ashes laughs, thinking how can he be so silly to forget his mother's promise — and his mother. She isn't even the type of person that can break her promise.

She always fulfills it.

"Thank you for reminding me, (Y/N)." His eyes turns to look so deep at yours, and you can entirely see how glad, grateful, and contented Ashes is with you and your word. You smile back and shake it away. "I'm glad to help you, Ashes," you say with a light smile.

Completely focusing his brown eyes on you, then that is when he really decided that you'll be the one for him. A new obsession that he may want to claim for himself. He reaches out a hand and places it on your head.

You blink your eyes, confused.

Unaware of the life-long promises Ashes has muttered to himself. But oh, do not worry. He does not have plans to harm you. He only wants to claim you. Patting your head almost endlessly as Ashes internally mumbles to himself, you are unaware of it; but you just achieve to attain your very own first yandere.

And this is the part where I should congrats you, right? Well then,

⋞— Congratulations, (Y/N).