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C͢h͢a͢p͢t͢e͢r͢ 3͢: G͢r͢a͢d͢e͢s͢ a͢r͢e͢ gone

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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When report cards finely came in, Josuke was shocked to see that there was a "C" that replaced a past "F". It was exhilarating. When he got a hold of his boyfriends report card as well it was the exact same thing.

Maybe they would actually be able to pass this year. Maybe they can even get out of high school at this rate. That thought was amazing to have. They would be able to pass. They would be able to adopt children of their own.

They could even get married. Maybe? Just mabye they could be happy together. They could hold each other as the sun sets on their world to rise in another.

As the golden beams down through the torn curtains of their home. Both of them had decided to take the upstairs bedroom where a balcony (that needed to be replaced) accompanied two large windows that were blocked by blue certain with claw marks from what seemed to have been a cat at one point.

Puppy brown eyes wondered to the certains. "I remember. I used to have a kitten. We names it Mittens... She was a pretty kitty..." His voice sounded way better yet so sad. His breath was only a bit wheezy. At least it was better by far.

Such a beautiful day... Josuke found that his heart was beating faster than before. Way faster!

Josuke went to stretch his arm out to grasp a small black box. He pressed the power button on the side, causing the screen light up.

2 messages

Josuke tilted his head, blinking for a moment. This was interesting. And it was from Wattpad?

He dicide to open it, His eyes widened in fear. There was a message from a strange account. He was pretty well known on most of his social medias with well over a thousand followers on Wattpad. He had a decent community. And on social media, be was amazing! All post were about hairdos and how to do them. Even at one point he was chosen to do a commercial for environmentally friendly and scalp healthy hairspray.

Another report card came in. This was around a few months later since Mr. Kawajiri had asked for any pics.

Wattpad

|Oh hello there, pretty little butterfly. How was your day?|

|who is this?|

|Im one of your biggest fans.|

it's nice to meet a fan! I get a lot of PMs so I'm sorry it took so long for me to reply|

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! It's great to meet you as
well! How have you been doing?|

|My mom kicked me out and noe I'm living in my boyfriend's old house. We just finished getting a lot of it remodeled. Still need to get the toilets fixed|

|Oh I'm so sorry that happened! You didn't diserve that! You can tell me anything!|

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My mom's a peice of shit.|
|That's about it|

|You poor thing|

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{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍o͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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The next day...

The next another message popped up on his instagram. Another DM from an account called "@69KissMyAss.Com"

Fucking weirdo...

2 messages

And they even sent some pictures of themselves? Hm...?

When he opened the images... Josuke's stomach churned. Blood.... Lots of it. And even more blood. A cold dead corps layed there, it even looked like a child. Was that it's arm?

The brunette was going to be even more sick than his boyfriend! He shot up from his side of the bed, having to untangle from Okuyasu, he dashed to the bathroom. Hopping that whatever he was going to puke in, wasn't the toilet.

Please be a trash can, please be a trash can! Josuke begged as he could feel his mouth beagan to water as well as his eyes. Chunks of food exsploded out of his mouth.

Even though Okuyasu felt very faint and though it was hard to stand, he still got up and ran to his boyfriend's side. Placing a had on the brunette's back, rubbing it in circles as the other continued.

Okuyasu was never the type to get nosy, he'd never had the brain cells to even get nosy. In fact the brown-eyed puppy dog of a human could hardly read social situations.

Yet, he could tell that something was of the matter. Something wasn't sitting right.

When it seemed that Josuke had finsihed his regurgitating in the toilet that he wouldn't be able to flush in the next week, Okuyasu made his way over to the small sleek black box laying face first on the cold hardwood.

He tilted his head, his eyes brows knitting together as he bent halfway down.

As soon as his hand got ahold of the tiny black box. Holding it up to where the young man could see it. The phone flashed a white then back to it's usual dark screen. It did this off and on, causing Okuyasu to take a step back. Heart beating wildly as his chest began to tighten. He made a faital mistake. He dropped the phone...

Stepping back away from it. There was no telling if it could be an enemy stand.

The thought was terrifying. As quickly as he could, he jumped back into the bathroom. Locking both of them away, Okuyasu saw that his boyfriend was covering his head as if he were in a tornado drill.

As if he were fearing for his life. "Make it stop... Make it stop..." Josuke cried as he could see the bleeding before his eyes. He could see every detail, every drop of blood that. Okuyasu screaming his name...

It was all crashing down on him. The bare thought of seeing that site again, made Josuke sick. Tears streamed down his face as his chest was tightening to the point where he could only wheeze out a breath or two.

He could feel the blood. He could smell the blood. Taste it as well. So sickening.

Okuyasu could feel what was happening in his very core. The thought of it all. It made him want to crash. He just wanted to be held.

Okuyasu ran his way over to the brunette, getting down on his knees with him, as if he were doing the drill with him. Okuyasu could hear the faint whimpers coming from the shaky mess.

Both of them could hear the explosions. Both of them could feel the blood rushing from their temples.

How long would these horrid dreams last? How long would he relive this awful memory?

"OKUYASU!"

"JOSUKE-" A loud horrified scream followed by powerful explosions rang through the air and through their ears.

Both of them were shivering as they felt as if their heads were about to exsplode themselves. As their head continued to to thunder on a nock came to the door.

Multiple nocks.

"Josuke! Josuke! JOSUKE HIGASHIKATA!" An aggravated voice called.

It was the biology teacher. He had came to bring news of his relationship with the art teacher. Totoro usually wasn't very open about his relationships, especially with other males.

even to this day, even at nearly 40 years old, he still had a very hard time of accepting himself for who he was. He even found himself judging his grandfather for his "choices". It wasn't that he didn't like to be with Rohan... It was just-he never expected himself to be like this at a young age. He always thought that he would get a wife you would get children. He did. He really did.

But once you found that he wasn't happy in his home, and he was a stranger in the bed that he laid in with a woman who brought forth Joylne.

After nearly 30 years, he finally made the realization his feelings for his friend. How stupid could he have been? There was no telling.

The blue-eyed Japanese man knocked only a few more times before his hand trailed to the golden knob. As you locked eyes with the door knob, something became unsettling.

It was unlocked. Fear began to run wild. What if that serial killer was still on the loose!? I'm still looking for the person who tried to uncover his identity? The memories of the blonde had never left him, not even to this day.

The large hefty man swung the door open, nearly busting it off its hinges! His loud stomps thundered up the stairs leaving loud Creeks behind him.

He didn't exactly know where their bedroom was.

I just hope that I'm not interrupting anything, Jotaro thought as he opened the final door at the end of the hallway.

Firstly, it's a tall extremely overly muscled up man gently jiggled the doorknob to test if it was locked or not. When he twisted the knob, he found that it was easy to twist, meaning that he had somewhat of a permission to enter.

Slowly, ever so slowly the creaky door opened to reveal something shocking...

The two boys that he had expected to be there, we're laying on the bed in only boxers with their limbs tied up and knots.

I wanted to report that there had been some changes to your grades here recently. No one has exactly the information we need, but I know certainly that I did not update your grades.

Josuke just replied with a wine before burying his face further into his boyfriend's chest. His bed head was just horrible but his face was so angelic!

Okuyasu's large almost puppy-like eyes slowly adverted to Jotaro. "Shhhh..." He hushed, making sure that the older man did not disturbed the boy on his chest. "He's had a rough day," Okuyasu replied, stroking the black fluffy locks.

"Both of your grades have been changing, and I know that I'm not tampering with them. There is no evidence. What I mean you say is, you two are always getting into some type of trouble."

"Yeah, uh-huh, good to know," Okuyasu said, his brown eyes falling back to the handsome hunk on his chest.

"I usually don't give a shit about your feelings, but I'll let him sleep this time. I'll keep you updated," Jotaro said. His heart eased knowing that book of them were alright.

Ever sense the killer known as Yoshikaga Kira was in his killing sprees.

{͍ᵐ͍ᵒ͍ⁿ͍ᵃ͍ʳ͍ᶜ͍ʰ͍ ͍ o͍a͍R͍a͍n͍g͍e͍.͍.͍.͍ ͍i͍S͍ ͍l͍o͍a͍D͍i͍n͍g͍}͍...

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{L͢o͢a͢d͢i͢n͢g͢ c͢o͢m͢p͢l͢e͢t͢e͢! Y͢o͢u͢ m͢a͢y͢ c͢o͢n͢t͢i͢n͢u͢e͢!}

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"You'll never outrun me... I'll always be wacthing you. Evey move you make. Every step you take, I'll be wacthing you."


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