Soutarou Kanou[The Bad Parts]

"Would you like some cake Souta-chan?"


Souta-chan sighed, "No thanks. I hate sweets. I'm only here because Misaki gets me free omelette rice."


You smiled and straightened your headband, "Then would you like some more tea, Souta~?"


Kanou Soutarou(aka Souta-chan) had definitely changed than from the first time Misaki had dragged him to the shop. He was now more confident around women. He even spoke to you once in a while at Seika. One suggestive line was enough to make him shiver and blush though.


To be honest, you were classified as the "naughty maid." You had an over abundance of confidence that you used to attract a fair amount of customers.


You saw a piece of egg on Souta-chan's face. Souta-chan was your favorite playmate. You loved to mess with him because he never seemed attracted to you. He always sat in your zones unknowingly. You never really understood how that was possible since you switched zones every week.


You smirked a bit to yourself and put your hands on the table. Souta-chan looked up at you, "Hm?"


You then bent down and licked the egg off of Souta-chan's face.


He face turned red and he watched your behind his thick rimmed glasses. You winked and walked to your next table. Hips swaying flirtatiously.


You loved seducing Soutarou Kanou.


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Soutarou ♔ ♔ ♔


"_______......." I whispered. My face scrunched up a bit and then relaxed. The sweat on my brow dripped on my shoulders and neck. I licked a bit off my lip.


I zipped up my pants and walked into the bathroom, scrubbing my hands diligently.


I wanted her. I wanted to taste her skin and wanted to feel inside her. I wanted her.....to be mine. Only mine.


She was a tempest-a spider.


_______ had caught me in her web. However, ________ wasn't perfect. She needed the bad parts to be removed.


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"Hey Souta~chan~"


I turned my head to see _________ leaning on the table behind me. Her sweet ass sticking out teasingly.


"Yeah?" I asked. I could feel my face becoming hot.


"I heard today was your birthday~"
"What about it?"


"Well, since you're sitting in my zone~" she leaned over me, a smile on her lips.


"You get one kiss from moi~" she whispered. "So how do you like them?"


"Like what?"


"Your kiss of course!" ________ sat in my lap, "Do you like them sweet and innocent, rough and wild, or do you want to kiss me?"


"I don't care, let's just get this over with."


She grinned slyly and put her hand on the back of my head. She tilted it up slightly and locked lips with me. I wanted to kiss her back but she pulled away all too soon.


She winked, "Another kiss will cost you 5 bucks~"


She cleared my table and said, "See ya at school~"


Her mouth was at my ear now as she whispered, "Sou~ta~rou~"


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You ♔ ♔ ♔


"Oi! Souta-chan! What's with the weird note?"


You stood in front of the school after everyone had left. Soutarou was sitting on a bench outside.


"_______. I need to ask you something."


"Alright, spill," you said crossing your arms.


Your eyes widened as Soutarou got on one knee, "Will you marry me?"


You smiled," Haha very funny Souta-"


"I'm not kidding _______. I'm in love with you."


Your heart raced, "Soutarou, that's sweet but I'm not in love with you."


Soutarou stood up and towered over you, "What?"


You smiled and raised your hands, "It was all just some friendly flirting. I didn't think you'd take it do seriously. I am VERY flattered though, however. Sorry for leading you on Souta-chan!"


Soutarou stared at you for a moment before smiling. He hugged you. You hugged him back.


You hugged Souta-chan awkwardly for a second longer before you noticed that his grip on you was slowly getting tighter.


You pushed him off you, "What the hell?! "


"_______, I-I can't live without you! I LOVE you! Please! Marry me!"


"Souta-chan, there's something wrong with you! I'm going to work and I'll call the cops if I see you there!" You said, running off.


You ran from Soutarou, heading to town. When you thought you were far enough, you turned into a small mini-mart, panting.


You grabbed a bottle of water ad reached into your bag, pulling out 2 dollars.


"Do you want change?" Asked the cashier.


You nodded and held your hand out to accept you 78 cents.


Just as his fingertips brushed yours, the cashier let out a choke-like cough.


You screamed as he fell into the counter, a knife handle sticking from the back of his head. Soutarou pulled it out and climbed over the counter to you. You stumbled back and tripped into the ground. You backed against the aisle shelf, away from Soutarou.


You sobbed, tears dripping on the tile floor, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS SOUTAROU?!"


Soutarou kneeled down, "Let me see your hand ______."


"WH-WHY?!" You croaked.


Soutarou grabbed your hand and examined it for a moment.


"Did that man there.....Did he touch your hand at all?"


You nodded your head, confused, staring at the dead cashier, leaning over the counter with a knife wound in the back of his head.


"Where?" Asked Soutarou.


You gestured to your ring and middle finger.


Soutarou sighed and said, "This will hurt _______."


"Wh-Wha-?" A scream erupted from your throat and your vision blurred. You stared at the two fingers, bleeding on the floor.


Not connected to your hand.


"I don't want any soiled parts on you _______.....Not when we get married...."


"WE'RE NOT GETTING MARRIED!!" You screamed.


"Oh but we are. When I hypnotize you, you'll sigh the paper and we'll live together in my apartment. We'll be happy _______. We will."


"Shut up you sicko! Soutarou! You bastard!" You cried.


"Love ya ________."


He leaned over you, knife in hand, "Let's see what else we can cut away."


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"________?" Called Soutarou. You gripped your pillow tighter. You wouldn't look at him. You would never look at him again.


"Why so down _______? You haven't spoken to me since the wedding."


You didn't say anything. You wouldn't say anything to him ever again.


Soutarou hugged you.


"________. Why won't you hug me back?"


Your empty eye socket let tears rush down your face, past your good eye-your only eye, past your tongueless mouth and onto the bed next to your armless shoulders.


"________, I told you I wouldn't take the bad parts."

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