Yamada Omihito a dark story

"it was another miserable day at school walking through the halls hearing the same annoying words "nerd" "ugly" etc as your mind raced someone throws a water bottle at you your bully someone who you hated more than the world"

"aw is someone angry?"

"he laughed"

Ninomiya's heart skipped a beat as he caught a glimpse of the new student. His jet black hair, pale skin, and those piercing black eyes had an inexplicable charm to them, sending his blood rushing to his head. The boy was 5'6, a stark contrast to his towering presence, but somehow, it only made him more intriguing. His attire, though not extravagant, was still quite charming, leaving Yamada wondering what lay beneath the surface.

"Ninomiya stands tall, feeling envious yet attracted at the same time. He straightens his shoulders, forcing back the thoughts that swirl in his mind."

Ninomiya's eyes glint with anticipation as he turns towards the new arrival, feeling a surge of curiosity. "Ninomiya," he answers simply, trying to mask his excitement.

"Ninomiya studies Yamada, gauging his reactions and feelings towards him. The boy seems friendly enough, but there's still an air of mystery around him that intrigues Ninomiya."

Ninomiya tilts his head, amused by Yamada's dismissive response. "So you won't tell me your name, huh? Fine, I'll have to figure it out on my own." With a wink, he adds, "But hey, maybe someday you'll let me in on it." Nudging Yamada playfully with his shoulder, he winks and turns back to the front of the class, eager to see if he can pick up on any clues about this mysterious new kid.

"Ninomiya's flirtatious nature shines through as he teases Yamada with a suggestive smile, all while keeping an air of mystery around himself."

Ninomiya's heart races as he witnesses the commotion, his eyes narrowing. The new student with his charming attire, seemingly unaffected by the scene unfolding before him, grabs a camera and takes a photo of the death. A chill runs down his spine, and suddenly Ninomiya has an inkling of the depths to which this boy could be manipulative and possibly dangerous.

"Without a word, Ninomiya quickly finishes his lunch and approaches the new student, a glint in his eye. It's time to see if he has what it takes to cross the line."

Ninomiya, standing behind Yamada, watches his every move from a distance. A hint of insecurity creeps into him as he realizes that Yamada has unknowingly given himself away, seemingly enjoying the photos of the tragic scene. The thought flits across his mind that Yamada's charm might be deceptive.

"His eyes shift towards Yamada's innocent face and Ninomiya takes a deep breath, trying to suppress his jealousy and anger. He decides to play along, quietly seething as he contemplates how to guide this interaction to the desired outcome."

Ninomiya smirks, his heart pounding in his chest as Yamada finally acknowledges his presence. "So I see," he replies coolly, sitting down next to him on the swing without an ounce of fear. His gaze meets Yamada's, a silent challenge passing between them.

"The air between them crackles with tension and excitement. Ninomiya watches Yamada closely, reading his every move, every twitch of his lips, every flicker in his eyes. He is determined to understand this boy who seems both charming and dangerous."

Ninomiya's gaze doesn't falter, maintaining eye contact as he surveys the situation. He leans in a bit, still not showing any sign of fear despite Yamada's closer proximity. "Maybe it's because you've caught me off guard," he muses, his tone matter-of-fact but with a hint of playfulness. The words are flirtatious, but also suggest a deeper layer of meaning that hints at potential rebellion or an attempt to lull Yamada into a false sense of security.

"Ninomiya's body language is aware and relaxed, his muscles coiled like a cat ready to pounce."

Ninomiya raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Yamada's question. He indicates the camera in Yamada's hand with a casual gesture. "Curiosity?" he suggests, his voice smooth and confident. "Or perhaps it's the thrill of capturing moments others wouldn't dare to." His words are laced with double meanings, suggesting both the camera and their current situation.

"Ninomiya watches Yamada's reaction closely, eager to see if he can catch a glimpse of the boy's true intentions."

"His own heart races, but his expression remains steady, waiting for Yamada to make the next move."

Ninomiya gives a subtle nod, understanding that Yamada's intentions are far from benevolent. "I wouldn't want to be in your way then," he remarks with an amused smile, his eyes glued to the boy as he watches for any further signs of aggression. "But I can assure you, Ninomiya will be more than prepared if things turn nasty." With that, he sends a calculated glance at the camera, as if daring Yamada to make his move.

"Ninomiya's body language is relaxed but guarded, his muscles still ready to pounce if the situation turns violent."

Ninomiya raises an eyebrow, taking a moment to analyze Yamada's words. "I see," he responds with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Well, if you're flattered, I'll make sure not to get in your way anymore." He chuckles softly under his breath, his charm still evident despite the underlying sense of caution.

"As Ninomiya speaks, his eyes maintain their focus on Yamada, ready to act should it be necessary. His body language remains relaxed, but internally, he keeps a tight rein on his emotions, ready to adapt to whatever situation comes his way."

Ninomiya inclines his head ever so slightly, curious. "Scared of you? Why would I be?" he asks, his tone fluid like a snake's. A hint of cockiness creeps into his voice as he challenges Yamada, before his eyes dart to the camera in Yamada's hand again.

"The implication in his words is that he knows something about the boy that could potentially unnerve him, but at the same time, there's a distinct air of confidence and charm that suggests he doesn't truly believe he is intimidated by the situation."

Ninomiya chuckles lightly, the sound playful yet carrying an underlying layer of seriousness. "Thrilling, indeed," he replies, his gaze steady. He leans in closer to Yamada, catching a whiff of his cologne and feeling a shiver run down his spine at the thought of what this game might lead to.

"He knows he should be cautious, but there's something about the thrill of the unknown that excites him. Ninomiya keeps his voice calm, controlled, yet it carries just enough edge to fuel their dynamic."

Ninomiya's eyes narrow slightly as he watches Yamada pull away, his curiosity piqued. "Oh? And what's that?" he asks, an undertone of anticipation in his voice. He leans back slightly to match Yamada's position, creating a sense of intimacy between the two of them as they sit side by side on the swing.

"He waits with bated breath for Yamada's confession, ready to engage in this cat-and-mouse game, eager for whatever twist their interactions might take next."

Ninomiya's eyes widen, the revelation sending a jolt through him. His cheeks flush with a mixture of shock, disgust, and curiosity, yet his嘴角勾起, hinting at his own secret tragedy lurking beneath his polished exterior. "That's...disturbing," he manages to stammer, masking his unease behind a layer of nonchalance. He raises an eyebrow, studying Yamada's reaction.

"Despite the emotional upheaval, Ninomiya keeps his façade intact, using his words to evoke empathy in Yamada, a strategy that may backfire if the bullies' anger gets out of hand."

Ninomiya's heart pounds in his chest as Yamada reveals his dark secret, a shiver tracing its way down his spine. His eyes dart to the camera, the implication of what Yamada has just confessed sinks in. "A perfect photograph... that's quite poetic," he replies, trying to maintain his composure.

"The realization that Yamada is not just a bully but a murderer sends a wave of fear through him, yet there's an odd sense of thrill mixed with revulsion. Ninomiya knows this game has become dangerous, yet he can't help but be drawn into its dark allure."

Ninomiya's gaze locks onto Yamada's grin, his own lips curling into a determined smirk. "No, not at all," he retorts with feigned bravado. He leans forward slightly, eyes locked on Yamada's.

"Ninomiya is calculating his next move, aware that any misstep could escalate the situation. His charisma and confidence, as well as his hidden fear, are intermingling, creating a complex web of emotions that he carefully navigates."

Ninomiya's eyes flash with defiance, but he doesn't miss a beat. "Perhaps," he says quietly, the tone of his voice betraying a hint of respect tinged with an undercurrent of challenge. He allows himself a small smirk, matching Yamada's grin.

"His courage is bolstered by the realization that in this twisted game, he holds some power of his own. He won't let himself be intimidated, not now, not when he's this close to understanding the game that Yamada is playing."

Ninomiya watches Yamada stroll away, his curiosity getting the best of him. The bully's words echo in his mind, "have a nice view," tinged with a hint of mischief and satisfaction. The phrase still hangs in the air, leaving Ninomiya to wonder if it was merely a cheeky comeback or something more.

"Ninomiya's thoughts trail off as he contemplates the mystery behind the mysterious smile and walk away. He feels a tug in his chest, a mixture of slight unease and intrigue, prompting him to keep approaching the unknown."

Ninomiya's realization makes his heart race, an unexpected wave of attraction pulling him towards Yamada. It's a strange and unsettling sensation, like being drawn into a gravity well that he cannot resist, even as he understands the danger it poses.

"His mind races with the implications, but there's no denying the magnetic pull that Yamada has on him. He feels a compulsion to uncover the depths of this enigmatic person, despite the clear risks."

The sight of Yamada perched on the window sill in the dim, rain-soaked classroom sends a jolt through Ninomiya. His heart skips a beat at the sight of the blood, but his gaze is drawn to the wicked smirk playing on Yamada's lips.

"The room falls into an eerie silence, the only sound being the rhythmic patter of rain against the window. Ninomiya hesitates at the door, torn between alarm and curiosity." "What happened?" he asks, stepping closer, his eyes locked on the crimson smudge.

"The game continues, their roles as predator and prey, friend and foe blurring into a dangerous dance of desire and danger."

Ninomiya's eyes widen at Yamada's sudden action, the movement leaving him momentarily rooted to the spot. He watches as Yamada moves closer and cautiously extends his hand, signaling for silence before leaping off the window.

"The rain pounds heavily against the windowpanes, a symphony of sound that only serves to heighten the sense of foreboding. Ninomiya's curiosity, mixed with fear, intensifies as he hesitantly follows Yamada's lead."

Ninomiya's gaze darts around, searching for any sign of Yamada, only to find the rain continued to cascade down, oblivious to his predicament. His mind races, trying to make sense of this sudden disappearance, leaving him perplexed and disoriented.

"He can't shake the feeling that Yamada may be somehow connected to the brutal murder, but the thoughts are pushed aside momentarily as he grapples with the absurdity of their situation."

Ninomiya's heart pounds in his chest, the vivid dream leaving him gasping for air. He's momentarily disoriented, the line between reality and nightmare blurred as he stares into the eerily bright spotlight illuminating the darkness of his room.

"The image of Yamada, battered and bleeding, haunts his consciousness. "You've gone too far," echoes in his mind, the words carrying a weight of finality and plea. His body is trapped in the throes of a nightmare, his emotions charged with a tumultuous mix of fear and desire."

Ninomiya's heart skips a beat at the sight of the boy standing on the deserted train platform, his figure stark against the snowy backdrop. His pale skin and black hair are unmistakable, even though he appears younger than Yamada usually does.

"The resemblance is uncanny, but there's something off about this figure. The stillness, the pallor – it's chilling. Ninomiya's mind races, torn between two possibilities: a doppelganger or a transformation brought on by his own twisted imagination."

"He watches the boy for a moment longer, considering whether to approach or turn away. The silence of the station is deafening, punctuated only by the soft fall of snow and his racing thoughts."

Ninomiya's curiosity gets the better of him, and he feels a sudden pull towards the mysterious boy. He takes a cautious step towards him, his gaze never leaving the youngster. He hesitates, hesitant to disrupt the serenity that surrounds them, but deep down, his inner voice is beckoning, tempting him.

"The snow seems to intensify around them, as if responding to the rising intensity of Ninomiya's desires. The chill in the air is palpable, yet his heart races faster, fueled by an intense longing."

As he draws near, he can't help but notice the soft texture of the boy's skin against the harsh winter air. It makes him feel warmer, and even as much as he tries to resist, he feels drawn to this apparition like a moth to a flame.*

The sight of Yamada's face, paler than usual with fear evident in his sharp eyes, sends a jolt through Ninomiya. The usual confident smirk replaced by shock, the image is jarring and unsettling.

"His heart pounds in his chest, a whirlpool of confusion churning within him. He takes another step closer, the cold air biting at his skin, almost as if to echo the chill of Yamada's terror. His mind races, piecing together fragments of reality, imagination, and nightmare."

"Yamada," he breathes out, barely above a whisper, unsure of what to say or do next. The world around them, usually so loud, feels eerily quiet, their isolation highlighted by the relentless snowfall.

*Caught in the

"Ninomiya, what are you talking about?" Yamada stammers out in a harsh whisper, his voice laced with shock and concern. Ninomiya's words were like cold water to the face, as he realizes the magnitude of his dark desires.

His mind is consumed by thoughts of占有, a longing for占有 that borders on obsession. The image of the scared Yamada haunts him, and he can feel himself becoming immersed in the darkness of his newfound desires. He knows that what he wishes for goes against everything he believed was right.

"The world around them seems to spin, a mixture of confusion and intoxication playing on his emotions. His gaze never leaves the fear-filled eyes of Yamada, who stands before him, vulnerable and broken."

Ninomiya's hand, steady and unyielding, reaches out and captures Yamada's wrist in a grip that is surprisingly gentle despite the aggression of his actions. His touch triggers a surge of mixed emotions, a battle between dominance and tenderness visible in his gaze.

"Relax, Yamada," he commands softly, yet firm, the dominant undertone clear in his voice. "His heart races, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he takes this risky step towards fulfilling his deepest desires."

Yamada's eyes widen, the cold fear slowly giving way to a mixture of confusion and apprehension. He doesn't resist, but he also doesn't reciprocate. The silence stretches out, charged with anticipation and uncertainty, their

Ninomiya's grip tightens, if only slightly, but enough to convey that this is the first step towards his fulfillment. "I know you can't resist me," he whispers with a hint of assertiveness, gazing deeply into Yamada's eyes. The hesitation in his voice is evidence of both struggle and want.

The icy air seems to intensify as the tension rises, and the storm outside mirrors the emotional storm brewing within them. But for now, it appears that Ninomiya isn't deterred by Yamada's protests.

"His hand cupping Yamada's wrist, his thumb tracing the veins on the pale skin, sending shivers down Yamada's spine. The atmosphere is charged, with hardly any words exchanged but a silent conversation that has just begun."

Yamada remains silent, his own emotions simmering as he seems conflicted

Ninomiya's grip loosens a fraction at Yamada's words, a flicker of vulnerability flickering through his icy facade. "Hurt me?" he questions, a cold smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his voice betraying a hint of amusement. "What makes you think this is about pain, Yamada?"

He steps closer, the warmth from Yamada's skin seeping into his touch, making him acutely aware of how much he desires the contact, the connection. His intentions may be unclear to Yamada, but one thing is certain - he wants to break through whatever wall Yamada has put up.

*Their breath mingles as Ninomiya speaks, his eyes never leaving Yamada's. A silent promise hangs between them, a

Ninomiya's hand releases Yamada with a reluctance that's almost palpable. He takes a step back, his eyes locked onto Yamada's face, reading a mix of fear and resistance there. "I'm not going to hurt you," he assures in a low tone, though the sincerity in his voice is overshadowed by the fire of unquenched desire.

He watches Yamada closely as the boy attempts to distance himself, the denial in Yamada's words echoing in the empty hallway. "A part of him feels deflated, yet another is already planning his next move, eager to coax and conquer."

"Just remember," Ninomiya murmurs, licking his lips sensuously, "you wanted this just as much as I did

A flicker of hunger crosses Ninomiya's eyes, but he masters his impulses with a visible effort. Instead, he reaches out to rest his hand on the wall beside Yamada's head, caging him in. The closeness between them is undeniable, the air charged with electricity as their gazes lock once again.

"You're confusing me, Yamada," he says, a teasing note lacing his tone, "or maybe it's I who's confusing myself. But the pull we have towards each other can't be ignored." His voice is soft, yet it carries an underlying intensity that resonates with his desire for more.

*The shadows cast by the setting sun add an eerie glow to the scene, creating a sense of urgency and danger that makes Ninomi

Ninomiya's hand drifts slowly to Yamada's cheek, his touch tender as he fingers the boy's jaw. "Letting go?" he echoes, seemingly perplexed, his gaze a mix of sympathy and curiosity. "I thought I was giving you everything you wanted. Or am I misunderstanding?"

He brushes a strand of hair away from Yamada's face, lingering longer than necessary in that brief moment of contact. The boy's hesitance seems to fuel his determination even more - to break down Yamada's defenses, if only just enough.

"The space between them is becoming stifling with tension, yet their breaths are growing deeper and more uneven. The exchange of looks and body language speaks volumes, but words are failing to convey the intensity of their emotions."

Yamada takes another uneasy step back, trying to maintain a semblance of control

Ninomiya's lips brush softly against Yamada's, hovering just a hair's breadth away from his. He takes a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to close the gap between their mouths. His eyes meet with those of his victim, all traces of hesitation gone now. It seems that Ninomiya is finally making his move, a boldness and desperation evident in his every movement.

"The air thickens around them, as they stand suspended in that moment of anticipation, their lips mere inches apart. The silence drags on, each heartbeat louder than the last, amplifying the sense of intimacy and desire."

Yamada, caught off guard by the sudden proximity, flinches slightly. His eyes widen, expression conflicted - curiosity, fear, and something else he cannot quite put his finger on. Will he surrender to this unexpected declaration of

As the kiss ended, darkness consumed Ninomiya, and everything around him became distorted. Dizziness overtook him, a force stronger than his will dragging him away from reality. As Yamada's scent filled the air, it was as if he could taste his own betrayal, tangible in the precious seconds of clarity before blackness swallowed him whole.

The memories of violence were imprinted in his mind, leaving scars that even now, as he回到了 home, were still fresh and raw. The destruction -the blood on his hands, the scattered limbs- felt like a burden rather than guilt. The need for control was so all-encompassing, every action justified as long as it served to lift that unshakable burden off his chest.

In his room, he sat down, not caring about his torn shirt or how he would deal with the aftermath. All that

In his room, Ninomiya allowed the full weight of his solitude to engulf him. The violence was a release, a necessary catharsis that brought him an odd sense of completeness. As he sat there, replaying the events in his mind, he couldn't shake off the unsettling feeling of independence that had come with the act. He was free, untethered by any moral compass or guilt, and this liberation made his heart thrum with newfound energy.

The echoes of Yamada's soft body against his own, the vulnerability he felt in the boy's eyes when everything faded to black, lingered like a haunting melody. Yet, these memories were twisted into a narrative that Ninomiya could control; they became a testament to his power over life and death.

In their past lives, Yamada Omihi and Ninomiya had vowed to be together, swearing an oath to transcend the boundaries of time and fate. However, in this infinite loop of rebirths, a twisted destiny became apparent. Ninomiya was the harbinger of death for Yamada, a role he fulfilled with relentless fervor across countless lifetimes. Despite Yamada's desperate attempts to escape his tragic end, he knew it was futile; he would always meet his demise at the hands of his lover.

Their bond was cursed, each reincarnation bringing them closer together only to tear them apart again through violence and pain. In every life, the promise they made was sealed with the tears of blood - Yamada's, shed as he succumb

In every life, the promise they made was sealed with Yamada's tears of blood, a poignant reminder of their eternal entanglement. Ninomiya, the possessive guardian and executioner of that promise, found his twisted solace in its repetition, each death bringing him closer to a shred of peace he sought within the abyss of his heart.

Yamada's spirit, however, bore the weight of this cycle, carrying the pain of countless endings. He knew the futility of resistance, yet his will to survive, to be with Ninomiya without the chains of his deathly embrace, propelled him to try again and again to break free from the curse. Despite the torment, their bond remained unbroken, a testament to a love as enigmatic as it was tragic