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by Le_Kotya

by Le_Kotya

It all started on a cold autumn day. Leaves flew in the wind; in every possible direction. The trees looked like they were dancing as the wind blew through their branches and leaves. (Thank you, AmuIsBasic ).The first day of the first term of the year. Nerve wracking, right? Not for Viktor. Everyone loved him. School was a blast being him. Everyone on your side, people confessing each week. It was great. For Yuuri, life was a different story. Everyone thought of him as the shy loner. He may've been a loner.. But shy? Not really. He was mysterious. Rumours heard about him from every student. No-one knew who he properly was. What he was... He'd always be alone. Writing. Writing what, you may ask.. No-one knew that either. All that was known was that it was a diary. They didn't know it was a deadly diary.. Yuuri would always be alone. At the back of the class. In a world of his own. Viktor felt.. Sorry.. For him. He had a strange attraction and tried communicating. Apart from.. Each time.. Yuuri had an aura around him. An unsettling aura.

7th September 2017

The students had resettled in after 2 days. Everything was normal - like the previous year. Except.. Yuuri seemed more.. Restless. People would see him wonder around. It was like he was looking for something. Someone. They didn't know that the someone was.. Viktor. It was unknown he was in love. And would do anything for the love. He didn't care who he would have to hurt. He didn't care who he'd have to kill. He didn't care whose blood he'd have to spill. Anything he'd do for Viktor..

Class was boring. As usual, for Yuuri. He'd daydream and think about his Senpai. Oh how he'd wish to be with Viktor. He could get help from someone, meaning he'd not be as psychotic and protective anymore.. He didn't know that Viktor had kept his eye on him for a while now. You could say..
He had a slight crush on a psychopath killer.

The lunch bell rang. Yuuri went to his private area - the hidden music room behind the canteen (Ok. I keep dreaming that my school has a small hidden room and music room behind the canteen..). No-one knew it existed, meaning no-one went in there. He kept his items hidden there.

Viktor was with his group of friends in the small canteen. They were laughing and smiling, like generic teenagers. A certain someone was on Viktor's mind for the entirety of lunch. Viktor's best friend, Chris, had noticed Viktor was out of it. He smirked and looked at the befuddled teen. "What's on your mind? Some cute girl?" He chuckled.
Viktor replied with, "Oh. Um. No, I'm just tired.. Didn't really sleep last night. Was kept up by myself dog's snoring." He mentally high-fived himself for the excuse. Chris nodded, not really believing it. He decided not to be a bother to his best friend - for once, at least.

Lunch flew by and the bell rang. Yuuri looked out of a slight wall crack, waiting for everyone to leave. Once gone, he escaped his hidden area and went to registration. No-one knew where he'd be at any time. It was an unsolved puzzle. A game. A game to find out everything possible about this mystery student.

Registration was slow. All that happened was dates for school events. Nothing important. That was.. Until the headmaster's voice came on the loud speaker. He announced the dates of the April dance. April was a long time away. It was always announced early so preparations could begin sooner and dates could be achieved sooner. Yuuri had planned to not go. He'd just be alone - like always.

Stuff would change. That's what Yuuri didn't know. Soon enough.. He wouldn't be..
Lonely.

Last lesson was something Yuuri enjoyed. Creative writing. He'd always love to write. This was something the other students knew about him as they'd always see him writing. He was seated at the back, like usual. Books were taken out of bags, along with pencils. Yuuri started to write as the teacher told them the theme.
The theme fitted Yuuri perfectly.
It was..
Mystery and horror.

He wrote. And wrote. And wrote. The theme was practically made for him. He hadn't noticed the slight on-look of his classmates. Pencil to paper was all that was heard.

Time had flown past. Class had ended for today.
This story..
Well..
It won't end.
Not for a while...