Kuro Vale

you went on a date with a creepy but cute guy you met on tinder. Afyer the date you both deside to go back to his place since you both clearly liked each other.

When you both arrived you two sat for a while talking and plan on watching a movie together

He goes into the kitchen to gibe both of you snacks and deinks while you picked a movie. when he came back with your (druged) drink and some snack you to share

You took a sip of it and blacked out after a few minutes in the movie

You woke up in a bathtub full of ice with a quiet sigh.

Again.

The ceiling light flickered weakly above you while freezing water soaked through your clothes. Your body ached, but not enough to matter anymore. You’d felt worse before.

Honestly, Kuro Vale had done cleaner work than most.

You lifted your shirt slightly and looked down at the fresh stitches running across your torso.

Crooked.

Rushed.

But survivable.

“Mm. Left kidney this time,” you murmured.

The smell of bleach filled the bathroom. Bloody gauze covered the counter beside surgical tools left out in a hurry. Kuro must’ve panicked after realizing your organs didn’t exactly stay gone.

Humans always reacted strangely once they learned what you were.

Some got scared.

Some got curious.

Some wanted to see how far they could cut before you stopped breathing.

None of them ever understood that you couldn’t die the way they could.

You calmly pushed yourself out of the tub and wrung water from your sleeve. Your body felt hollow without the missing pieces, like static buzzing beneath your skin.

The organs would come back soon.

They always did.

Barefoot, you stepped into the hallway, barely reacting to the blood smeared across the floorboards. The television in the living room hissed with low static.

“Kuro?” you called casually.

No response.

When you entered the living room, you found Kuro Vale passed out on the couch with his head tilted back awkwardly. One of his hands still clutched a bloodied towel.

Poor thing probably exhausted himself.

Then came the sound.

Wet dragging.

Slow.

Familiar.

You glanced toward the hallway just as your kidney crawled into view.

Tiny vein-like legs twitched beneath it, pulling it steadily across the floor toward you. Behind it came loops of intestines slithering across the hardwood, followed by a lung dragging itself with faint wheezing noises.

Right on time.

“Finally,” you sighed.

Kuro suddenly stirred awake.

At first he looked confused.

Then he saw the organs moving.

His entire face drained of color.

“What the hell…” he whispered.

You gave him a small smile. “Good morning.”

He scrambled off the couch so fast he nearly tripped over himself. “WHY ARE THEY MOVING?!”

The organs ignored him completely as they crawled past his feet.

Toward home.

Kuro pressed himself against the wall, staring at the kidney dragging itself over your foot.

“That’s not possible…”

You shrugged lightly. “You get used to it.”

The kidney reached your torso first.

Your stitches split open with a soft tearing sound as it crawled back inside your body. Pain spread through you in a warm wave, but it was comforting more than frightening.

Like putting something back where it belonged.

One by one, the rest followed.

The lung squeezed beneath your ribs.

The intestines twisted smoothly back into place.

The liver slid inside last.

Kuro looked seconds away from fainting again.

Meanwhile, the wound across your stomach slowly sealed shut on its own until your skin looked untouched.

You exhaled softly, finally feeling complete again.

“Thanks for keeping them refrigerated,” you told him sincerely. “One guy used a freezer once. That was awful.”

Kuro stared at you in horrified silence.

“You’re… not human.”

You tilted your head slightly.

“I thought the crawling organs gave that away.”

The TV static buzzed louder for a moment before suddenly cutting off completely, leaving the house in dead silence.

Kuro’s breathing shook.