It was a Saturday evening. The skies were as black as coal, at it felt like a striking comparison to how (Y/n) felt about the whole situation.

How could he... She thought, quivering while she sat at the desk is her room. I mean, yeah, those guys were terrible, but still...

(Y/n) could immediately imagine Yami's menacing voice as he mocked those scumbags.

He tried to set them on fire... And he laughed at them!

(Y/n) grabbed her pillow, nuzzling her face into it. Her body shivered just thinking of the event.

Yami doesn't know... It might be fine if I pretend...

... But it's not as simple as that. It's like pretending that a family member passed away. That's not how the world works.

And what if these people only acted mean on the streets, but were actually protecting someone they held dear?

The entire situation frustrated and baffled (Y/n). She knew she had to do something.

But what?

Her eyes traveled to her closet. No, not the book. She made a promise to herself not to investigate. To trust Yami.

But he might not be able to be trusted anymore. Hesitantly, (Y/n) got up from her chair, legs wobbly. Slowly, she tiptoed towards her closet, her breath silent and quick.

She stopped. There was a part of her mind begging her to stop stop stop. But (Y/n) pursued, nervously pushing her worries behind her.

(Y/n) got a grip on the knob. She stood there for a long time, shaking. Finally, she closed her eyes, and creaked open the closet.

As soon as the closet opened, (Y/n) squealed in fear.

The lights began to flicker on and off. (Y/n) shrieked, sprinting to her bed and burrowing under the covers. The teen girl sobbed into the sheets. There was no doubt that Yami had caught her.

Finally, the lights went completely out. (Y/n) continued to cry, grasping her favourite stuffy in her arms. She still shivered, a chill passing down her spine.

The house was quiet for a long time. (Y/n)'s tears gradually slowed. Her breath quavered nervously. If Yami had tried to scare her out, he had failed.

But wouldn't it make more sense for him to do that. Even if he did know, he would have tried to gently explain everything.

I have to know.

Slowly, (Y/n) rose out of her bed. She grabbed her blanket and made her way out of her room.

The entire house was dark. (Y/n) walked down the stairs. They creaked as she slowly walked downwards, wrapping her blanket around her like a child.

Tiptoeing around downstairs, (Y/n) searched for the door of the basement. She reached out for the knob when she heard a voice.

"(Y/n)?"

The girl spun around. Light flashed before her as she realized her Dad had turned on a flashlight.

"Are you alright?" He asked, concerned.

(Y/n) nodded meekly. "I'm okay," she murmured. "The power-out just freaked me out. That's all."

Her father eyed her suspiciously before opening the door to the basement. "Some asshole cut the wires of our fusebox," he explained. "Why in the name of God would someone do that?"

He rambled on, partially to himself as he went downstairs. (Y/n) simply wandered near the door before walking away. Who would do such a thing? She wondered. At least it wasn't Yami...

... But then, why do I feel like I'm feeling watched?