Contest Entry: 2p!China x Reader

2p!China x Reader
Dear Stalker

In the dead of night you sat on the outside of a window seal, the ledge of the building you could say, in your black cloak and hoodie as you watched the sleeping soul that laid in that bed like you did every night. You have devoted yourself to this man and have stayed by his shadowed side for many years now, from when you were just a child to the present teenager.

On your shoulder an average sized bird that has come to be your companion rested on your shoulder. You didn’t know how this bird became, well, ‘yours’, but he did. This bird had just one day started flying to this mansion at night, it was just a small thing in the beginning, as if seeking companionship himself as crows were rare here or warmth from the cold nights, but stayed his distance away from you as you did what you did every night—watch over the man. Though, after several days the crow returning he had made a move towards you, now bigger in size but still small. Hopping and flapping closer before resting on your leg; you didn’t mind the crow being there and let him be and the crow had taken that as a welcoming.

So, every night from then on as you came here to this mansion ledge on the third floor the crow would fly over to you and land on your leg before climbing up to your shoulder despite the fact that you ignored him most of the time. The crow didn’t seem to mind that you ignored it though, the fact that you were there to give him warmth and let him be in your presence seemed enough for him as he continued to grow older.

Though, occasionally you would lift your eyes away from the man to show the slightest affection to the bird, you didn’t know why you’d do things like pet it or speak with it every now and then but you supposed you have just grown so used to his presence it was comfortable like this.

And you were about to give a pet on the crow’s head when you saw the man shift in his bed causing you to scoot over quickly so the man wouldn’t see you if he had woken up but that just caused the crow to jolt from its own slumber. To make sure the crow would screech in compliant you silently petted the bird to calm it down, much to the crow’s delight.

After a moment you peeked at the window again, the man seemed have stayed in his peaceful sleep and you gave a relieved sigh with a smile lingering on your face. You laid your back to the wall and stared out at the mansion grounds, land that you have memorized by heart from being here so often and walking through, before staring at the crescent moon. As you sat there for a moment before you felt the crow get a bit restless on your shoulder. Upon noticing this you reached over and brought the bird to your lap and give the crow soft and gentle eyes and said in a whisper, “Hey, little crow, I never told you why I devoted myself to this man, now did I?”

The crow just stared at you as if he didn’t understand a word you were saying but as the saying goes animals can sense emotions and apparently your emotions were neither positive or negative which was strange, usually your emotions were positive. In a reaction to this the crow stayed still and listened to what you were to say, hoping that your emotions would return to being positive because that brought the crow comfort even if he could understand a single soft word you said.

“Well, I was just a wealthy seven year old child and bored in my father’s big mansion. I had no entertainment at all to keep me busy; my father was busy with work, my mother was off in another country, I had no siblings and all the servants and maids were busy preparing for a special visitor who was there to strike a bargain with my father and work together with him in the high-up field of business my father was in. So, I was on my own.

“I eventually came to conclusion that I’d go outside, the outside usually gave me entertainment when I was young so I stood up and went over to my father’s study. I knocked his door and he called me in. But when I opened the door he didn’t even look to see who opened the door since he was so busy reading some important papers. Naturally I started speaking and asked him if I go outside for a little while, my voice respectful of course, and my father responded with just telling to stay within the premises and be back before the guest arrive and not make a mess of myself since it’d make my father look bad.

“After that I left the room but I felt a bit lonely and sad; I knew my father loved me but sometimes I felt as though he loved his work and reputation more. Anyways, I went downstairs and was respectfully told farewell by the servants as I informed them where I was going and when I’d be back. Finally I made it outside.

“Did you know that I loved being outside in the sun? The warmth it gave was so comforting but at the same time I knew the sun was far away and it could really be by my side as a companion and stop my loneliness. So even if I felt comforted I never stopped feeling lonely but I was satisfied with that comfort, that’s why I took walks in the garden and grounds just like I was doing that day.

“The only difference, though, was that I traveled further than I usually did and reached the edges of my father’s property. But even so the edge of that property was always my favorite place to go since it was marked by the rocks and soil going through a sudden drop of many, many feet before there was water, a deep river, at the bottom that led to who knows where.

“It was beautiful there since there were trees and large boulders on the edges and on that day I sat on one of the large boulders and looked down at the glistening river water and enjoyed the smell of fresh air. I didn’t sit on the edge of the boulder but it was still close to the edge over all and I thought it was safe since I’ve done it before, I thought I wouldn’t fall off the boulder.

“So I stayed like that, in complete peace, for about ten minutes or so before I figured I had to go back, it was a long walk from the mansion to the end of the premise after all. But, you see, little crow, when I was getting down the boulder I slipped causing me to slide down and scraping myself. True it hurt but I could handle it, then I realized where I had fallen; I had fallen to the edge of the so called ‘cliff’ and with one false move anyone would’ve slipped and fallen down all that feet into the river water. And that’s what I did.

“I panicked when I noticed I was on the very edge and tried to scramble away, big mistake, it had made the soil and such lose so it had broken under me and I fell into the water. I never knew how deep that river was until I fell into, it had to be at least more than ten feet because when I fell I was nowhere near the bottom of that river. I remember struggling to keep myself up and out of the water, trying to catch my breath once I reached the surface only to suck in water and be pulled under again. My lungs were burning and I couldn’t think straight, I was in such a panic and my body was deprived of oxygen and my arms and legs were tiring way too quickly. And longer than I would’ve hoped I struggled like that for a long while, being washed down river, before finally becoming unconscious from that lack of oxygen.”

You gave a shiver that was very well noticed by the crow and the crow hopped to your stomach and gave a sort of cuddle as if to warm you, sadly, you didn’t shiver from the cold but from the memory. But still, you were touched by the gesture and petted the bird, “But you know, when I woke up again with a start there he, that man in just in the room over here, was in front of my eyes as lifesaving oxygen finally reached my lungs and all that water was out. That man in there was a child at the time, true a bit older than I by two years but a child nonetheless with the same dark hair and brownish-red eyes. So, he is the one who saved me from my drowning death.

“He told me his name, a name that I love so dearly, which is Yang. He also told me that he was there when I feel into the river, said he had gotten lost from his father, and he followed me from the edge of the ‘cliff’ until he was able to reach the leveled ground side of the river safety. He ran by the side of the river, following me and watching as I lost consciousness, until he got the chance to jump into that river and pull me out. He’s a great swimmer and was even when he was younger, he had to be in order to be able to pull me to the side of that river and fight against the river current.

“He told me that as I caught my breath and processed what had happened before I looked at his face; he was indeed soaked to the bone like I was and his facial expression was an angry one as though he didn’t like the fact that he had to save me, but I had overlooked it since all I saw was a savior. Then he gave a disgusted face, every time I think about it now-a-days I always think it was so cute with that child face he had, anyways, he went into another rant.

“This rant was one about the fact that he had to give me mouth-to-mouth because I wasn’t breathing and had water in my lungs. Even so it just made me think that he really was more of a savior because he went out of his way to save me even if he didn’t want to give me mouth-to-mouth. I remember completely ignoring the fact that technically he gave me my first kiss but believe me, I thought about it many times afterwards.

“After he was done with he sighed, gave me a glare, and grumbled something under his breath before standing up and put his hand out for me to grab. I eagerly grabbed it and asked him in a stutter what we’d do next. I remember clearly that he gave me an eye roll and said in a considerably nicer tone that he’d take me home. I was overjoyed and hugged him; he didn’t like that since we both had wet clothes on and he didn’t like hugs in general, but he let me give him that hug anyways.

“He retraced his steps and I followed behind him, clinging since I was still shaken up from that experience and the wet water on my clothes made things feel very cold so I looked towards him for warmth. I was very glad he allowed me to cling to him even though it was obvious on his face that he didn’t like the human contact.

“Once we had walked a good ten minutes I was shaking like a leaf to the extreme and he, he was seemingly perfectly fine, and he gave me rough but comforting words that we’d get to our destination soon. But our destination wasn’t my mansion; the first thing I saw was a very expensive looking black car. I would’ve questioned it but I was too cold and too trustful of my savior so I just followed.

“I soon noticed another normal looking gray car in park a good while away from the expensive one and then I saw unfamiliar servants scattered around looking for something or maybe, someone. It didn’t take long for one of those servants to notice us and point and shout at where we were to the others and instantly many rushed over. I started to panic again as one of the servants tried to pick me up but Yang said that those were his servants and not a moment after did I hear yelling. Most turned their heads to the sound, including myself, and saw a rich black-haired man coming out of the expensive car with a very angry expression on his face.

“I’ve never seen this man before so he frightened me but when I looked back at Yang he seemed unaffected, if anything he had a tiny smirk. When that man got to us he started yelling something at Yang in a foreign language you didn’t understand and Yang waited patiently for his turn to speak. When Yang did speak he pointed to me and I saw the man’s surprise and a spark reach his brown eyes that looked so alike toYang’s.

“The man gave me a warm smile before saying in English that he was Yang’s father and was here to do business with my father; that was when I realized how deep my situation got but I stayed quiet except for the many ‘thank you for saving my life’s I said.”

“Then a servant wrapped me up in a spare towel and gave one to Yang before being escorted to the black car where I sat right next to Yang. Inside the car he and his father spoke more in what I learned was Mandarin to each other and even though I understood none of it I just enjoyed the fact I was still alive and was able to sit next to Yang.

“So, after another few minutes of driving we finally made it to my father’s mansion. Long story short Yang’s father explained what happened to my father, they talked about business as Yang and I were sent to get dry clothes, and even though Yang wanted to listen to business talk I dragged him around the mansion and gave him a tour, and when they left I gave Yang another hug and thank you before my father gave me one hell of a scolding. But, I barely paid attention to it since all of my thoughts at the time and still are were on Yang and how he saved my life.

“It was that day that marked my devotion towards him. And, as time passed on and circumstances and situations presented themselves I became more and more devoted…” You lifted up the crow with soft hands and said softly to him, “Are my stories boring you, little crow? Or should I tell you another story; telling you what happened as I grew year by year?”

‘Little crow’ didn’t really respond except for flapping his wings a bit but only to get comfortable in your hands though you took that as a yes to continue on.

“Well then, I guess I’ll continue since you’re such a good listener, little crow. You see, because Yang had saved me that day my father was extremely thankful and worked with their family as much as possible which meant that Yang and his father came to our mansion every once in a while and vice versa. And every time Yang came to my father’s mansion I’d drag him everywhere with me, much to his dislike since he liked his family business, and whenever I went to his father’s house I’d make him take me around the mansion. By the end of the third time I went to his father’s mansion I had the basic idea of where everything was and as time continued on I nearly had this mansion here known as if I carried around a map with exquisite detail.

“Though one day, a year later, after the ties between our family’s works was practically inseparable and very successful, Yang finally told me the cold hard truth. See here, I’ve always followed him and wanting to be by his side since he had saved me and all, childish maybe but my logic was that if someone saves your life than your life should be devoted to them, I know—considerably childish but I don’t care.

“So as I followed him that day when we were at his father’s mansion and he took me outside, his face completely angry but a bit more matured since he had grown a year older. When we were a good while away from the mansion he told me to stop following him like a clingy puppy to its mother. I tried to tell him it was because he save me, but he cut me off by saying that he only saved me because he already knew it was me that day I fell and knew that if he saved me my father would feel to need to repay him and his family by working with their business to a great extent.

“As much as it pained me to hear that he saved me just to benefit himself and his family I still said that I wanted to continue to be with him since he still saved either way. I remember how annoyed he looked and he grabbed my arm roughly growling out that he didn’t want to see or been seen with such a weak, defenseless and useless girl following him around.

“After that he left, stormed off but satisfied because I didn’t follow after him. I stayed where I was a processed his words, to him I was weak and useless and he didn’t want to be seen with someone like that. That was when I had the resolution to make myself more useful, stronger and beneficial for him.

“So I went back to his father’s mansion and waited outside of the room our father’s were discussing business at and I wasn’t going to cry to my father about my savior being mean to me since it wouldn’t mean anything; the businesses were too close and too successful to worry about children relations so that was why Yang told you what he did in the first place, knowing that it wouldn’t change anything for the business and success. As you can tell, little crow, Yang has a very clever and business-like mind even when young; he had always cared greatly for power and money.

“Once our fathers were done with their talks we left, Yang wasn’t there to say good-bye but that was expected since he didn’t want to see me, and in the car ride back to my father’s mansion I asked some questions. I asked if I could get some martial arts classes, gymnastics, self-defense firearm classes, better tutors and education, etc., etc. and I also asked many questions about the business and such. My father thought it was adorable at how I was asking so much at one time and said that he would get me those classes and see if I liked them; I could tell that he thought I’d tire of the classes easily but I was determined to be someone who could be seen next to Yang and be seen by Yang.

“My father was very surprised when he saw how well I was keeping up with all the classes he got for me but proud nonetheless, and that gave me more of a hope that I could be a strong and useful person in the way Yang wanted. Though, you fulfilled Yang’s wishes as he had asked, every time Yang came to your father’s mansion you retreated out of the room and just listened as he stayed with our fathers as they talked of business. You listened as well and kept an eye on Yang but of course behind a slightly opened door. And when you were to go to his father’s mansion you’d stay outside and ended up memorizing the landscape after a while.

“After two years of this I was considerably very strong and skilled, useful in many ways than one be it for intellect or for fighting. But, I still felt as though I wasn’t worthy enough to be seen by Yang’s eyes or be seen with him so I continued to just watch him from a distance. And I learned many things that way, learned what he liked and disliked, learned his past from others, and learned his way of doing things and much more. But I never followed him, I couldn’t since I had to stay at my own home, but when I got the chance I watched him and I had become quite good at not being noticed by anyone while doing so.

“But, during that time when he was twelve and I was ten, I noticed something odd in his behavior. A very, very subtle oddness; his eyes seemed uneasy as time went on as though he was scared of something and I wondered what was wrong but could never ask him. Though, as I became keener to this fact I observed that when he was outside of the mansion he became even more scared than when he was at my mansion or when he was at his.

“I became very worried for Yang I tried to figure out what was causing him trouble on my own; sadly it wasn’t until another year did I find out. See here, little crow, the only time I could’ve gained answers was when I was at his home but with so many servants around and little time I barely got information when I visited. I had to work slowly and precisely, but that didn’t stop me from learning some dark secrets about Yang’s family that I dare never say to anyone out of loyalty to him.

“Though, what really pushed me to find out what was wrong with him was when one day he didn’t come to visit our home on the daily meetings; I knew very well that Yang never missed one when it came to my family so it worried me. I didn’t ask Yang’s father why Yang wasn’t there but instead I asked one of the higher servants to ask instead. As Yang’s father answered with a Yang being sick excuse I watched his facial expression. I saw fear in Yang’s father’s eyes and I knew something was terribly wrong with Yang and it wasn’t a simple cold.

“That night, really late at night when practically everyone was asleep except for guards, I snuck out of my home through my window with a black cloth I made into a make-shift cloak and hood. I took my bike, which I had convinced my father to get me a year earlier, and rode quickly down the path that I had memorized that lead to Yang’s mansion. Took me a while but I finally got to the mansion grounds without anyone noticing. I hide my bike before trailing through the mansion premises that I had memorized so well. I stayed out of sight and had managed to sneak myself into the mansion by following a guard with silence as if I were a shadow of sorts. I easily noticed though that there were more guards than there usually were and that worried me even further.

“I went through the mansion without making a sound and went towards the rooms I knew would have information that could give me answer. The first room I went to was Yang’s father’s study but I realized it was locked, because of that I went to the father’s room which was actually open. I was very careful and found the key on the wall next to his bed. I remember my heart pounding so much, wondering if he was just pretending to sleep or if I’d mess up but luckily I got the keys without any mishap when I got it.

“I was just about to leave when I saw something in Yang’s father’s hand as he slept and I wondered what it was. I was about to just leave it but something told me that I needed to read it, so I did. I carefully managed to get the paper out of Yang’s father’s hand and read it. That was when I learned how much danger Yang’s family business was in, in the ‘underworld’ that society was so blind of. The note I had read was a threat note to kill the heir of the business, to kill Yang.

“After setting the not down besides Yang’s father I left the room in shock and in anger. It was hard to believe that someone wanted my savior dead and that angered me, too, I wouldn’t allow anyone to kill my savior. He saved me so I was going to do my best to keep him safe; that was my next resolution I made as my devotion grew higher.

“With the key in my hand and still staying out of sight from any guard while making no sound I made it back to the study. I unlocked the door before going in, relocking it behind me, and embraced myself into the information of Yang’s family. If I were going to help keep Yang safe I had to know his and his family’s history, know the enemies, know the allies; know everything.

“For two hours I learned and memorized but I couldn’t go further than that, I had to put everything back in its place exactly, return the key, and get back home at least an hour before dawn. But when I was done returning the key without bringing attention to myself I felt drawn to Yang’s room, so I followed that invisible string. Once I got to Yang’s room I opened the door and went in, I saw Yang was shaking but very well asleep so that meant his paranoia was getting to him even in sleep.

“Upon wanting to see him at peace I went over to him, went to my knees by his bed, and gentle placed my hand over his. I hoped it wouldn’t wake him but comfort him in his sleep, and surprisingly, it did. Yang soon stopped shaking and he looked peaceful as you watched him. I wished I would’ve been able to stay there forever but I had to go.

“So swiftly I left, got out without anyone noticing by once again following a guard out, grabbed my bike and rode quickly. By the time I got home and climbed back to my room on the second floor of the mansion, thanking my gymnastic skills for this, I was extremely tired. But that night I didn’t sleep very well with the worry still in my mind for Yang, I was going to have to work harder when I woke up to help.

“That was when I devoted myself to self-studying, my tutors were going too slowly and I wanted to learn things that couldn’t be taught without suspicion. I taught myself how to hack, experimenting with my own family’s business, and mastered the arts of weaponry right outside of my father’s mansion’s premise. I focused on how to be, well, you could say a silent assassin. I was willing to kill those who wanted to kill Yang because no one was allowed to kill my savior on my watch. To train myself to kill I stole weaponry from my father’s basement that was there for the guards, and I changed the recording of how much of each weapon there was by one and how much ammunition by how much I used.

“I shot down birds from long distances and tree branches at short distances right outside of the premises of the mansion at midnight to dawn; I also practice hand-to-hand combat and sword wielding and such; I learned to make every shot, punch and swing count since I was limited on supplies. Also, the next time I visited Yang’s place I found one of the keys to get into the mansion laying in the dust but it still worked so I kept it. I used that key every time I went to Yang’s mansion to learn more information on the things I thought I needed to know.

“And get this, I found out that Yang’s family had gotten themselves their own secret murder squad not long after the threat note against Yang—that showed the dangerous game Yang’s family played in during that time once again.

“So, me wanting to protect Yang, I found out where this murder squad was and hacked into their computers like a pro. I was quite proud that day since because I hacked them I was able to keep tabs on everything they put down in their system to my personal computer without anyone knowing. I was twelve during that time, and to sum it up I spent most nights reading information, watching Yang sleep peacefully despite his usual paranoia state while awake, and keep tabs on the murder squad and/or practicing…”

The crow had moved from your hands to your shoulder once more while you spoke this long story, liking the sound of your voice but tried to not sleep as you continued. Then suddenly he felt a large negative energy flowing out of you, causing him to become fully awake, but he noticed that energy you had also had a strong positive emotion linger to it like happiness causing confusion to the poor bird.

“…Then I finally killed a man on my thirteenth birthday. I was so happy that night when I read on my computer that the murder squad was assigned to kill a man who was found out to be planning on giving orders to kill Yang earlier that day. I was not going to miss this moment so I when the time came that night I snuck out like I usually did with my supplies and went to outside of my father’s property where I hide my weaponry. I brought with me something simple, a handgun.

“I went to the assigned man’s mansion and it seemed like I was barely a little late, it seemed like the murder squad had just infiltrated the home. But I wasn’t going to be outdone. As the murder squad went through one side of the house I was about to go through the other on the second floor like they did when I saw a light turn on in the third floor above me. I pushed myself to the third floor and saw the targeted man; he was hiding from the murder squad no doubt.

“Then the door was broke opened and the all dressed in black murder squad was right there. You didn’t want them to be able to kill that man, you wanted to do that. Quickly you unlocked the window by using simple trick you learned while barely staying out of sight and when it was unlocked I grabbed my handgun from my waist band and held it by my teeth before hauling myself up onto the window seal.

“The targeted man was right in front of me, back to me though, and blocked the view of the murder squad from seeing you. With a quick motion I made sure my hoodie was over my head and covered my face with a shadow before taking my handgun, cocked the gun to place and firing it straight at the target’s head. The force didn’t surprise me and I didn’t move an inch since I have practiced before, but as the target fell I saw the shocked eyes of the murder squad. 

“Before anything else could happen I put the safety back on while pushing myself backwards, back into the outside, and gracefully landed on my feet with a flip. Once again I thanked your gymnastics before getting out of that place as humanly possible. I never felt so alive or happy in my life and since that day on every murder assignment given out I was always the one to kill the main target whether it’d be with firearms or undetectable poison while I watched over Yang in my free time at night. I lived like that for a whole.

“I knew that Yang and his family didn’t know that it was actually me that was killing their targets and that they thought it was murder squad I was still happy I was able to protect him. No life was worth as much as his to me.

“But, one day, after I was fourteen, I read on my computer that the next assignment was to kill of my family. I didn’t understand why, my family wasn’t planning on killing Yang, but then you realized Yang’s family just wanted to take over your family’s business since basically, if anything happen to my family the responsibility of business would go to them. So, to please Yang I did just that. I killed my parents that night.

“But…but I loved my father and mother, though not at all compared to Yang, but enough to not want them to know it was me that killed them. I wore my black cloak and hoodie as I killed them with poison to numb out any pain since all my other poisons caused so much agony while the target died and a handgun to shot them in the heads with for a quick death.

“When I was about to bring the handgun to my own head, since I was also a part of this family, the murder squad came in. They had heard the bullet shots I gave to my parents and rushed up, surprised though to see I still there, but I was surprised at the fact that Yang was with them. Though, I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised since I have learned from before that Yang’s family themselves have killed with their own hand every now and then and it was bound to be time for Yang to kill someone, too.

“I supposed his father had allowed Yang on this mission to kill my family because my family never planned on killing him, an easy and safe first start to a murderous career in the underworld.

“I remember that the murder squad then raised their guns at me and I just stood there, awaiting them to kill me since it was my fate, but since Yang was there they didn’t move until ordered. Yang though was looking between the cloaked me, my dead parents, and the murder squad. He had noticed the murder squad’s reaction of surprise of me being still there when they saw me; he saw that the look in their eyes showed that the murder squad had seen me before.

“He demanded the murder squad to explain who I was and I was happy to see that he was being his original proud, confident and in charge self with that angered and annoyed tone instead of his recent, usual paranoia self. I supposed it was because he had a faithful murder squad surrounding him and he was in ‘enemy grounds’, not to mention he was always calmer in my home when he visited then when he was outside as though he felt safe here.

“But, either way, the murder squad hesitated in answering Yang and that caused Yang to be suspicious and question them more. When I saw this I answered saying that it was actually me that had been killing all of the targets since the very first one assigned to the murder squad last year. When Yang heard this he glared quietly at the murder squad as if silently saying that his father would have a word with them later before he told them to leave the room.

“The murder squad was shocked, surprised that Yang would ask such a thing and even question about his paranoia about getting killed. Yang froze at that, not because he was angry at the fact that the murder squad just stated a weakness but that the statement was true, he himself was question why he felt no fear. That when I asked if it was because he felt as though he knew I wouldn’t kill him and that his feeling was right since I would never kill him let alone hurt him.

“Everyone stared at me when I said that and Yang quietly told the murder squad to go outside and come in if anything bad happens, this time they listened.

“Yang came up to me cautiously, more aware of his situation now, and asked who I. I didn’t want to tell him it was me since I still thought that I wasn’t worthy of him seeing me or be seen by him since that was his wish all those years ago but I answered him since that’s what he demanded at that moment. I told him that I was the daughter of the two dead parents in that room and the look of surprise was plastered on his face.

“With a swift move he pulled my hoodie back and saw my face, it was indeed me even if I had changed quite a lot in the past seven years from the child I was. And here’s the thing that made my heart flutter, even if I didn’t fully understand why at the time, was when he whispered my name in shock and confusion as memories of that clingy seven year old that followed him around everywhere when suddenly disappeared from his view after the day he told me to go away.

“I remember him then going through a sort of rage and quietly mumbled to himself that I had been stalking him from a distance since that day and was probably another reason for his paranoia. But a few moments later I saw his eyes sparkle in a way I’ve only seen when he knows that he could benefit from something in either money or power. He asked me how devoted I was to him and I answered that I he was the only person I devoted my life to, devoted so much that I’ve murder many people which included my parents for his safety and that I’d do anything else he wishes.

“He moved back a bit and gave a nod of his head before saying that this fact was good, if all the members of my family were suddenly killed and all the responsibility was given to his family would’ve brought some suspicion so as long as I was willing to do everything he asked involving the business would still be beneficial on his part and not bring that much suspicion if none at all with the society just thinking his family would be advisors for ‘your’ decisions since you were under eighteen. And I agreed that I would do anything he asked.

“After that deal I started living with Yang’s family so they could have easy access to me when they needed something sign and such and I would always do as they asked. Oh, did I mention the immense joy I felt when I started living with them? I had so much, not only was I now living under the same roof as Yang but I could watch him at night and in the day which I wasn’t able to do before…”

The feelings of positive energy and emotion radiated out of you and the crow could easily feel it. The crow himself was happy at this fact and enjoyed the fact that this talk that he didn’t understand was giving you joy but the one-sided conversation, or back story, wasn’t done yet.

“…But you see, little crow, I still wasn’t worthy to be seen with Yang or be seen by Yang unless he specifically asked me to so that why I watched from a distance as usual. And get this, the day I got there Yang had locked his room at night and kept the key so I couldn’t watch him sleep, so instead I just stayed outside him room that night and for the first time in a while had a good long nights rest even if I wasn’t sleeping on the bed that they gave me.

“I woke up early the next day, about dawn, and went to my new room to get new clothes for the day. When I came back to Yang’s room I saw a very tired looking Yang walk out with black shadows under his eyes. He didn’t even notice me, which I was glad for, and just walked down the hall grudgingly and a bit skittishly.  

“I asked one of the servants if this was normal for Yang to wake up like that and they said only every now and then saying they were from nightmares from paranoia, because of that I felt the need to watch over him sleep that night. So I did, even if I wasn’t in his room I had climb to the window seal, this window I sit in now, and watched over him through the window. I did that for many hours before climbing to where my room was and going through my open window into my room to sleep. The next morning Yang woke up as though he had the best night sleep and I was happy. So, I continued to watch over him as he slept like I did during waking hours hoping that it’d bring him some peace.

“And the strange thing is that it seemed to do the trick, I noticed that Yang was had grown less and less paranoid and he was getting better nights rest. Then, one night a few months after I arrived another mission was sent to the murder squad and I missed watching over him that night to be the first one to kill the target, except this time I was working side by side with the murder squad; but the next morning Yang had woken up with baggy eyes and was skittish for the first part of the morning.

“Strange it was to me at the time but I just figured that every person had that bad sleep every once in a while but after each murder assignment was given out and I had to leave the mansion to kill the target the next morning Yang would be in that state. And I wasn’t the only one to notice, Yang himself noticed, too.

“So after my fifth murder since I moved in over a year before Yang had called a servant to come get me but right after the servant left I came in since I had heard that he had called me. I did follow him everywhere so I hear what he says even though he doesn’t say much since he was more of a thinker and planner than a talker. But strangely Yang didn’t jump out of his skin when he heard me talk from behind me which he noticed about himself as well.

“Yang turned to me with a sort of expectance before he asked me how often I stalked him before I moved here. I answered politely that I ‘stalked’ him whenever he was at my mansion in the day and when I was at his mansion and almost every night if I had time. I was a bit scared when I told him that since I feared he get angry but he didn’t do that, he just nodded then asked if I stalked him even now and when. Shyly I said that I followed him practically every day and during the nights that I was here and not off murdering someone.

“Then his next words shocked me, he told me to not stalk me for a three whole days and nights. As much as I hated the idea of not being able to watch my dear Yang I followed his orders because his word was my law. So, for a whole three days and nights I didn’t once follow him or watch him and on the fourth day he had called a servant to get me.

“I followed that servant to Yang’s room and the servant told me to go inside, and I did. There I saw Yang bundled up in his blanket and his eyes indicating fear but I’ve seen worse fright from his eyes.

“When Yang heard me come him he looked at me with his brownish-red eyes before telling me in a very soft and a bit of a stutter voice to just sit down on one of the chairs. So I did, I sat in the chair on the other side of the room and watched Yang with worried eyes but as minutes passed by I noticed Yang slowly calming. I was confused but glad nevertheless.

“That was when Yang said something that brought me the most joy I’ve felt ever so far at the time. He told me to never stop stalking him even if he had an angry face as he said it; he explained that apparently he had gotten so used to my stalking eyes on him and the sense of safety and peace that came with it that without me stalking him paranoia came crashing down like a bomb.

“Since then I’ve ‘stalked’ him day and night, whenever possible, except for…well…a few days…”

The crow noticed that your voice had trailed off and that a negative energy from negative feelings were coming from you again and the crow lifted his head towards you to try and understand what was going on.

“You see, little crow, when Yang had finally turned eighteen and I was sixteen his father tried to get him to get married and expand the business even more by that. Yang didn’t like the idea but was willing to go through with it as long as the benefits overpowered the disadvantages; because of that Yang’s father brought in women from wealthy businesses and I felt something I never felt before. It was jealousy. I was at the fact that one of those women would marry my Yang but I forced myself to not intervene, I had no right. Even though Yang needed me to stalk over him I still wasn’t worthy to be seen by him or seen with him. So I just stayed in the shadows as I watched with pure jealousy as woman after woman tried to charm him into marriage. That was when I realized that I loved, loved Yang but couldn’t really be with him.

“But I was even more devoted to him when I realized that and was happy in the end since Yang could tell that these women were weak, they were basically useless if they didn’t have money, and they just weren’t worth his time. Yang had started to doubt his father’s judgment because of that and as fate would have it Yang’s father had made a drastic mistake in the business that could have brought bankruptcy.  It was thanks to Yang’s persuasive skills and planning that they were able to get out of that near bankruptcy with barely a scratch.

“Yang soon started to judge everything that his father did, found flaws in everything he could, and power-hunger started to grow. Yang had told off his father and demanded the stop of meeting pathetic women and just let him take over the business; this caused a big fight between him and his father but as most parent to child arguments the parent won.

“It became clear that Yang’s father wasn’t going to make changes and still make mistakes that could cost all the hard work in building up the business. Yang came to the conclusion that his father had to be taken out of the picture and take the title of head of the business. And Yang was on the winning side this time, you see, most people already liked Yang more than his father especially the murder squad. Yang is and always was a very intelligent man, clever in many ways and extremely manipulative not to mention ambitious meaning that if he wanted something he would find a way to achieve his goal despite paranoia.

“So, Yang used silk-covered words to manipulate the murder squad into being on his side and murder his father with him in the lead which wasn’t hard since the murder squad liked Yang to begin with. But there was a glitch in his plans, I don’t believe on his part but on the murder squads fault because they were the ones that updated their mission long on their computers. Since they placed the mission of murdering Yang’s father in the computer Yang’s father saw it because he was the head had access to anything revolving the business.

“Yang’s father then called the police secretly, but not secretly enough since I also had access to the murder squad’s electronic documents and I was able to see who else saw the information thanks to the fact that this was already hacked information. When I saw that Yang’s father had seen the information I instantly told Yang, but I didn’t tell him about the fact that the police would be coming since I didn’t even know though I assumed.

“And even though I believed I wasn’t worthy to be seen by Yang without his permission this was a very serious matter that could endanger him. So after I had told him Yang reacted right away and gave me knife and gave himself one; Yang always had knives and poisons in his room, you could say they had become his choice in weaponry. Though either way I understood the silent command and we went to Yang’s father’s study as Yang silently texted the murder squad of what had happened and told them to destroy any evidence of the fact that they murdered anyone and the evidence of who they planned to murder.

“When we got to the study it was locked, naturally, but I knew a few quick tricks and the door unlocked easily. Yang watched as I worked swiftly and I think he approved of my skills which made me happy but still, I had someone to kill before the cops could get there.

“But when I heard the click of an unlocking door I heard a nearly invisible click from a handgun and I instantly knew that Yang’s father had a weapon which you informed Yang quietly about. He understood and when I pushed open the door we both dived into the room, keeping low to the ground as the first shot went over our heads.

“We quickly located where Yang’s father was and swiftly moved towards the target but he shot at Yang when Yang made another move causing Yang to move out of the way; but that gave me the needed time to attack the target. With a cold heart and quick motion I had sliced Yang’s father’s neck and his blood went everywhere, including on me but thankfully Yang wasn’t within the blood range.

“Though I wasn’t finished, even though Yang’s father was on the ground with dead eyes and his bloody gun discarded on the floor my job wasn’t done. I couldn’t hear the cop cars but I could tell that unwanted people were rushing upstairs to catch the murderer they were too late to stop from killing Yang’s father. But it was obvious that Yang didn’t notice, he was in a sort of surprised state that he actually in the end was the cause of his own father’s death but at the same time I had a feeling that he knew it would’ve eventually happen.

“So, my next moves frightened and surprised him, I had pushed him to the ground to where I was over him and my legs were on either side of him. I remember his shocked eyes as he stared at me, but I didn’t see fear. But even so I kept one hand on his shoulder and I brought my other hand that held to knife to his neck, that’s when I saw fear start to linger as he stared at my emotionless mask I was wearing.

“Then we heard many footsteps moving up the stairs so I whispered to him that if the police ever question him that he was innocent and that apparently he was also a target to get killed, I told him to act paranoid at the fact that he could still get killed any moment by me and to never speak in my favor in front of the police. Yang understood what I was telling him then but shock was still in his eyes as he realized how devoted I was to him.

“So when the police came in all they say was the head of the mansion dead and the heir about to be killed by the murderer. When I was sure they all say that I rolled over to where Yang’s father’s gun was and shot the remaining bullets of four at four of the policemen, all hitting the targets of their heads.

“I saw Yang in the corner of my eye, acting frightened as he got of the room and into the ‘safety’ of the police. When I saw that I was happy but I had managed to dislodge the weapons of most of the police that came into the room and knock them out cold. But, I purposely allowed myself to get caught in the end, I had to.

“As they dragged me out of the mansion I said in a venomous voice that I was so close to killing Yang. I had to make them believe I was the bad guy, even if they would end up killing me on the spot, but they didn’t and just brought me to an interrogation room as I was cuffed and securely unable to move.

“They demanded answers and I pretended that I didn’t want to tell them, but I did in the end because I needed them to believe a false story to make Yang seem innocent. I convinced them with words or fake hatred and greed; I stated that I wanted power and that I had killed my parents to gain the ability to control the business and that recently the Yang’s family, but really mostly the father, had been trying to control my decisions and I didn’t like it. I told them that then I started to plan to get rid of them and take over their business since I was the next heir to their business if something were to happen to their family.

“I sounded so convincing that they did believe me and I saw the sheer disgust and anger in their eyes before one of the interrogators asked why I had stated such information and I answered in a hate-filled voice that it was because I was caught and nothing I did would’ve convince you that I didn’t kill Yang’s father or tried to the kill Yang. And they were satisfied with that answer.

“After a few days of what I believed was questioning of Yang’s part they finally told me the news that I was most likely to be sentenced to death for my actions even if I had the mandatory trial and I just spat in their faces. It was obvious that Yang had managed to convince them that he was innocent and even if the police investigated the house and computers they’d find no trace what-so-ever about assigned murders or murder targets since the murder squad would’ve already erased all information and evidence from existence.

“Dying was my fate at that time and I accepted it with a happy heart; I was happy that I was going to die for my love, the person I’ve devoted my life to and even though I always wanted to be able to be by his side and be considered an equal and beloved and have him all to myself. But, I thought that it’d never happen before then and still would never happen at the time since I was to die…”

Your voice trailed off a bit and the crow waited for you to end your story as he felt your negative sad energy reach him but then he felt a happier energy flow as you smiled. While petting the bird you went the finished your story, “During the week that I was there I was confined to a cell alone as I waited for the day for my trial to happen so I could be on the death roll. But get this, little crow, Yang did something I wasn’t expecting him to do during that week I was gone; Yang—”

“I called my stealthiest murderers to go and get my dear stalker back here; to sneak into the where you were, disconnect all cameras and such and break you out of your cell.” The male voice that had suddenly entered the one-sided conversation made you jump out of your skin and the crow to caw and flap his wings a bit.

You turned your head to the window and there he was. Your dear beloved with a neutral face as he stared at you with those brownish-red eyes of his; you wondered how you didn’t notice he was awake. “I’m sorry, Yang, did I wake you?”

After a moment of silence Yang answered, “Yeah, you’re voice woke me up but I’ve been listening since the beginning. Though, I believe I can finish this story for you.

“After I had brought you back the whole state was in a frenzy at the fact that a psycho murderer had broken out and I sent you to an underground safe house we kept tabs with each other through personal devices. And as the police was here in the day and some were gone at the night in order to ‘protect’ me you’d leave your safe house and sit on this window seal during the night. I suppose that’s where you met…that thing…” He pointed at your crow, “and I guess made friends but watched me at night all the same. You want to know how I know you disobeyed my orders on staying at the safe house?”

Yang than waved his hand for you to scoot closer to where you were sitting in the middle, right next to where Yang was leaning, “It’s because I wasn’t waking up with shadows under my eyes from nightmare. But, I still allowed you to do what you did because one, I knew you wouldn’t let yourself be caught after all the trouble I did to get you out and two, it made me feel relax.”

He surprised you by wrapping his arms around you from behind and placing his head on your free shoulder as the crow cawed at him from your other; he still looked tired and probably wanted to sleep. So, with closed eyes, he said, “And so that routine went on for a whole year until the police finally considered me safe from harm and left. Now I’m nineteen and you are seventeen but you are still ordered by me to live at the safe house because I don’t want you to be caught again and bring my paranoia back. During that week you were gone I was a wreck and I don’t want to go through with that again.

“But since you’re here now and I’m at the moment have you in my arms…I feel the need to have you sleep with me in my bed tonight.” Those words had caused your heart to flutter and a light blush went to your face, “But you keep that thing outside.” He was talking about your crow again.

“Can’t we bring it inside?” You were surprised that you’d actually ask something that was against what Yang wanted but he just opened his eyes and looked at you saying, “Is that what you want?”

You turned your head a bit to the side before looking at the crow who still sat on your shoulder, “Y-Yeah…”

Yang then paused before standing up straight but his arms were still around you, “Then he can stay, but he stays on the other side of the room; I don’t want him near me if he’s not vaccinated. So if you want to keep him as a pet I’ll go call a vet to give him needed vaccination.”

Then he pulled you backwards and your crow flapped its wings, ending up flying off your shoulder and into Yang’s room, as Yang placed a hand to your face and gave you a kiss on the lips. You were absolutely shocked, your heart fluttering like a butterfly and a red blush rushing to your face as your beloved gave you your second kiss in your whole life.

When the short kiss was over Yang surprised you once more by lifting you up bridal style and setting you down inside of his room and as he closed the window he state, “Now take that cloak off and get to my bed, and you…” He turned and glared a bit at your little crow, “…You stay over there where you are.” Your crow gave a caw and tilted its head before it gave a few hops on the table it was on.

While your crow did that you placed your cloak next to your crow where your crow bounced on and laid on as though it were a nest; it brought a smile on your face but the next thing you knew you dragged over to Yang’s bed. “Hurry up, ____, I’m tired.”

Yang said your name, Yang just said your name instead of ‘stalker’; this had to be the best day in your life. You tried to keep your giddy feeling suppressed as you laid on the covers, while there Yang went under the cover and brought you close to him with his arms; holding you in his arms as he closed his eyes. And when you thought that he had fallen asleep you whispered, “I love you, Yang, and sweet dreams.”

So, imagine the shock and endless delight you felt when he replied with, “…Yeah, I guess I love you, too; so that means you’re worthy of being by my side and be seen by me even if you can’t be seen by other. Now shut up and go to sleep.”