My Stalker

My Stalker

Pairing: Thiefshipping (or any other containing either of the bakurae if you so wish ^^)

Rating: K+

Warnings: stalking

Disclaimer: Do I look like Kazuki Takahashi? No.

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"Fuck you!" I scream at the annoying whitette that has been stalking me for the past months.


His annoying grin widens, conniving look in his russet orbs.

"With pleasure I'd fuck you." He chuckles, baring white pointed canines.

My face contorts in disgust. Sleep with this guy? This ugly, annoying, sarcastic creature? Never! Alone the thought of touching that sickly pale skin is nauseating.

"You wish!", I hiss, "That thought alone makes me sick!"

Suddenly that awful grin that seems to split his face in two fades. It's place takes a strangely sad expression.

"Am I really that repulsing? So ugly that you have to puke at the thought of touching me?" he whispers, his white bangs hiding his eyes.

The pain in his voice, that vulnerability, causes me to see him in an entirely new light. He isn't just my stalker. He is human. Has feelings. Weaknesses. Makes mistakes. Has insecurities. Maybe he just didn't know any other way to come closer to me than following my every step… It's not as if I go around making friends with everyone.

But before I can say anything, tell him that I'm sorry, he continues speaking, his tone defeated and weak.

"I won't bother you anymore then. You won't have to see me anymore."

Then he turns around and walks away. I try to shout out to him. Make him stop. But I can't. My mouth won't listen to me. Neither do my legs. And so I stand here, watching him disappear, for the first time knowing he won't come back. Losing him.

I have to admit that I do feel something akin to attraction to him. Okay that's a lie, I'm head over heels for that sexy bastard. I was just too afraid to do anything about it. Afraid of my friends' reactions when I suddenly go out with the very same person whose stalking I complained about so often.

Suddenly, finally, my legs move, run after him. I have to stop him. I don't care about what they'll say anymore. Or about my parents who still don't know that I'm gay.

I'm glad I'm such a good runner, finally reaching him and grabbing his shoulder I spin him around. Our eyes meet and he seems to understand, for suddenly his thin arms wrap around my frame. Possessive, but tender. As if afraid that I could break or be lost.

"I'm sorry…", I whisper, "I overreacted… I was so afraid of being rejected. By you, my friends, my family. That I'm only a toy to you. I'm so sorry…"

He tightens the embrace, letting me know that he forgave me. That he'd never leave me. He'd stay by my side no matter what.

I bury my face in his blue and white striped tee, breathing in deeply. He smells of herbs, most likely from all the tea I've seen him drink, and vanilla. It's like a drug. My drug.

"I love you…" I hear him say without a warning.

My heart skips a beat, warm fuzzy happiness filling my entire being.

"I love you too, my stalker."

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