Karma's Point of View

I've been watching this one guy for the past... Four days?

I was supposed to have killed him by now, but for some reason, I can't. I know I was probably going to get fired if I don't kill him soon, but it doesn't feel right.

The guy, Nagisa, was leaving his house currently. I've been camping out in my car for the past few days. Either he hasn't noticed my car, or doesn't care that it's there.

I guessed that he's going to the store or something, so I got out of my car and started to stalk him down the street.

Just as I thought, he went into a 24 hour store.

Walking through the door, I followed him down the isles. He got a lot of medicine, I didn't care enough to look though.

I followed him back to his house, 'How has he never noticed me?' I asked, while I stopped at his driveway. "Nagisa." I put my hand in my pocket, feeling the metal of my gun against my palm. He turned around, looking straight at me.

"C-"

"Can I come in?" I asked, mentally punching myself. "Eh? S...sure..." He said, pushing the door open, and stepping inside.

"What's your name?" He asked while putting the medicine he got away. "Karma. Why do you have so much medicine?" I asked, tilting my head a little. He glanced over his shoulder at me. "Why?" I shrugged, watching him put the last one into the cupboard.

He turned around, to make tea, I pulled the gun out of my pocket, letting my finger linger over the trigger. He walked behind me, getting a cup. I looked down at my phone for a second.

When I looked up again, I felt a sharp edge digging into my neck. "I know you've been following me." He stated, I moved my eyes down, he had a large kitchen knife pressed to my throat.

"And?" I said, moving the hand with the gun up, pointing it at his head. "I'm killing you first." He said, letting it dig in deeper into my neck. "You cut, I shoot." I said, feeling him starting to shake a little.

He moved it from my neck, walking to the sink. I walked behind him, putting the gun back into my pocket. I watched him wash the blood that was on the knife, then put it back in a drawer. He had tears in his eyes, and was sniffling. "Let me..." He mumbled, grabbing my arm and dragging my to the bathroom.

He sat down on the counter, I was in between his legs, facing him. He cleaned the wound on my neck, it stung, I will admit. Once he finished, he put a bandage over my neck.

Taking one last glance over it, he smiled at me. "All done." He pushed me backwards, then slid off the counter. "I'm guessing you're staying here tonight?" He asked, walking out of the bathroom. "Yup." I replied, following him into his bedroom.

He threw a sweater in my direction, I caught it and looked at the size. "Large." "That's comforting." I said, taking my shirt off and putting it on.

He threw sweatpants at me, also in large. "Why do you have so many things in large?" I asked, while I changed into those as well. "Reasons." He said, putting on a dark blue sweater.

As I watched him take his elastics out of his hair, and brush his hair, I noticed something. "So, you dress like a girl, to pick up guys. Right?" I asked him, he turned towards me, puffing his cheeks out and furrowing his eyebrows. "No!" He yelled, pushing past me.

Laughing, I followed him back into the bedroom. He got into the bed, covering himself in his comforter. "Awh, did I make Nagi-chan mad?" I asked, while climbing in beside him. "No!" He shouted again. "Damn. Your bed's cold." I stated, finding his little body under his body under he covers, and hugging him. "Get off of me..." He muttered, but burrowed his head into my chest.

a/n - TOMORROW'S MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOOL

don't have to deal with fake ass people for a few months

yaaaay~....