A/N yep it's a trigger warning again

Case file: #2
Name: Wataru Onaga
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Occupation: Part-time job at a local grocery store
Criminal background: Domestic abuse
Cause of death: Killed, stabbed 4 times.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." Akaashi kept muttering under his breath as he slid down the wall in a dark alley. He stared at his bloody hands, he was still holding the knife. A shiver went down as his spine, but he still couldn't process anything that happened.

He stumbled his way out of the alley and onto the main street, Akaashi tried hiding his hands in his pockets, but his shirt had blood on it as well. Akaashi figured that since it's late already, no one would notice. He was partly right, even if someone did see him, no one would ever approach a person with a bloody shirt and a killer look on his face.

After what seemed like forever Akaashi found himself in front of his house, without a second thought he rushed in and darted straight into the bathroom. He threw the knife in the sink, clothes in a washing machine and quickly stepped into the shower. His breathing got quicker and heavier as he started recalling the events. Akaashi started shivering in fear, fear of being rejected, fear of being misunderstood, fear of everyone leaving him, but fear of himself.

Akaashi looked at his hands once again, the blood had washed off, but he could feel it, he could hear the grunts that escaped Konoha's mouth and...that feeling of odd satisfaction.

Akaashi took a step back as he realized what he felt, his eyes widened, but the image of the human he hurt was still there. Akaashi tried covering his eyes but that did little to no help. Eventually, Akaashi found himself sitting in the corner of the shower, he wished that tears would roll down his cheeks, but non came out. He was just sitting there, scared of himself.

"Why...why did I do that? What's wrong with me? I'm a criminal... I'm a murdered..." he kept on repeating to himself, the shower kept running, but he still felt dirty.

It wasn't till someone knocked on the door that Akaashi regained his consciousness. He lifted up his head and stood up in order to turn the shower off.

"Akaashi? Are you okay?" He heard Bokuto's voice on the other side.

Akaashi thought about it, he considered telling Bokuto everything and turning himself in, but he knew he couldn't do that.

"Y-Yeah.." Akaashi lied. He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel which he wrapped around his waist.

"Ah, okay then. Please come out soon" he heard Bokuto say, his voice got quieter in the end. Maybe he regretted bringing Akaashi to the club?

Akaashi left the bathroom just a minute later and found Bokuto sitting on the couch.

"You're back already?" Akaashi asked, his voice calm. He couldn't show weakness in front of Bokuto, especially not now.

"Yeah, I couldn't find you so I decided to go home, since I figured you'd be here. Looks like I was right.." Bokuto said, but it felt like he still had more to say.

"You know me too well" Akaashi patted Bokuto's head before heading towards his room to change.

"Hey! Akaashi... I'm sorry for bringing you there. I should have realized that you genuinely didn't want to go there.." Bokuto apologized, he watched as Akaashi smiled at him and gave him a little nod, before disappearing into another room.

That night Akaashi had a nightmare, well, it was more like his mind was reminding him of the terrible things that he did to that man. Konoha.. that name will be stuck in Akaashi's head for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more unpleasant he felt, because of the simple fact that he could recall such tiny details and inhuman feelings that ran through his body at the time he violently stabbed Konoha.

Satisfaction and hunger.

Akaashi ended up sleeping for only a short while, he woke up at 3 AM and sat in his bed for a good 15 minutes. He hated himself for doing what he had done. Of course, Akaashi could say that it was self-defense, but that doesn't explain why he stabbed him so many times.

In order to clear his head, Akaashi decided to go out. Even if it was for a little bit, he needed to get some fresh air. He left the house quietly, the last thing Akaashi wanted was to wake up Bokuto.

Sure, fresh air helped him get his mind away from the incident for at least a little while. Akaashi had his hood on in case of being recognized, alongside that, having a hood on meant that less people would try to approach him anyway.

"Ah... I forgot my headphones" Akaashi whispered to himself as he checked his pockets. He would have shrugged and turned back home if not voices coming from a house at the end of the street.

He made sure to keep his distance, but Akaashi for sure saw a guy screaming at someone. That's not nice. As a lawyer he does not approve of those kinds of actions.

Seemed like the guy was arguing with a woman, she seemed sad and stressed. Was she perhaps asking him to stop yelling at her? Why would she be protecting herself in any other case? Akaashi watched as the seemingly young guy kicked the door open and stomped out.

The woman called out for him, but the guy called her a "whore" and started walking away. Now that the woman was outside, sort of, Akaashi could see her more clearly. She had bruises on her arms and legs.

"Ah, so it is like that after all.." Akaashi said to himself. A part of him was begging to turn away and simply call the police, but the other side of him was telling to take the matters in his own hands.

Sinners must be punished...right?

Akaashi dropped to the ground and grabbed his head, what was he thinking? Why was he thinking of hurting a human being again? Sure, that guy is wrong for his actions, but Akaashi shouldn't hurt anyone anymore! It would only make him a hypocrite!

And yet... he wanted to act as if he's God's right hand. It was probably the instincts that made him follow the guy, he kept staring at his back...

The conflict that was going on in Akaashi's head is indescribable. He was mentally killing himself for being such a disgusting human being who thinks so highly of themselves. Such a hypocrite. Such a lowlife piece of shit. A criminal. A murdered. A crazy bastard who thinks he has a chance to make a change?

But damnit! The bloodlust was too strong.

"How long are you gonna keep following me!?" The guy yelled, shaking Akaashi out of his sinister thoughts.

"What?" He asked. His eyes did that thing again....they became cloudy to Akaashi, but extremely dark, almost to the point where it seemed black, to other people.

"You've been following me! Don't you think I can see? You want to fight me or something, you creep?" He yelled again. A creep, huh.

"I just.. want to confirm something..." Akaashi said quietly before reaching for the very same knife in his pocket and charging forward.

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The sun came up and greeted everyone with an unpleasant view of a red colored street. The image was so disgusting that thr police had to make sure no one could get even a little close to the lifeless body of the guy.

Akaashi, on the other hand, was sitting in the kitchen. The cup of tea in his hands had gone cold, and yet he was still sitting there emotionless, like a statue.

"Akaashi! Good morning!" Bokuto greeted him as he walked into the kitchen.

"Ah..morning..." Akaashi managed to say. He wanted to close his eyes, but he was afraid. What was he even trying to confirm? It was obvious from the very start that Akaashi wasn't normal. They should have locked Akaashi in a mental institution while they had a chance.

"You're always up so early, it's still a mystery to me how you do that.." Bokuto let out a chuckle before opening the door so he could hear the TV in the other room.

They were talking about some murders that happened nearby, Bokuto was shaking Akaashi's shoulders and asking him whether anyone tried hurting him at the club, because apparently "Akaashi could have been the victim instead", but Akaashi just sat there, staring at the cold cup of tea. Plain, cold and disgusting - just like him.

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Well it's been a while, but I warned that this book will take time.

Anyway, how are you guys doing?

-hatari

Word count: 1488