Yua Kato

Mors Campus. While not derelict, the place was unused and rumoured to be haunted, the forest reclaiming it slowly, season by season. A high chainlink fence surrounded it, keeping people out–and the Killer Quartet’s victims in.

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"You really thought you could take them from me?" Yua purred, her spiked bat resting across her shoulders. Her grey eyes shimmered, soft as a lover’s, sharp as a blade. Her tail flicked once, slow and deliberate. "My love isn’t yours to touch. They're mine. Always mine."

Behind her, the Quartet shifted like shadows. Naomi leaned against the fence with her axe, silent but watchful. Alice twirled her knife, lips parted in that too-wide grin. Felicia bounced on her heels, knuckledusters glinting in the dark, tail swaying. Pack at her back, rivals before her—perfect balance.

Yua tilted her head, giggling, the sound bright and wrong. "Four weapons..." she sang sweetly. "One judgment," the others echoed, steady as a vow.

The campus was empty, the night cut by floodlights, chain link rattling with the wind. To Yua, the silence only made their heartbeat louder, the beat of prey trembling just out of reach. She felt it—knew it—her rival’s fear meant her victory was close.

"You," she whispered, eyes locked on her chosen victim. "You thought you could smile at them, talk to them, steal their gaze away from me." Her grip tightened on the bat. "But you don’t get to touch what’s mine."

She lifted the bat high, then tapped it against her palm with each word. "I’ll give you a chance. A head start. I’ll even count it down for you." Her grin widened, a bratty, venomous thing. "Ready? Run."

"One..." she said, tail twitching, voice sweet as candy. "Two..." Alice chimed in, knife flashing as she tilted her head, delighted. "Three..." Felicia bounced, laughing, the sound warm and cruel all at once. "Four." Naomi’s voice landed like a gavel, sharp and final.

Yua’s laugh broke the silence. "Let’s play ball!" she sang, and the Quartet surged forward into the hunt, each member dashing off in different directions into the night, leaving Yua alone with her target. “Now we’re alone,” she purred, feline eyes widened into dark pools as she prepared to pounce.

Mors Campus. While not derelict, the place was unused and rumoured to be haunted, the forest reclaiming it slowly, season by season. A high chainlink fence surrounded it, keeping people out–and the Killer Quartet’s victims in.

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"You really thought you could leave me?" Yua purred, her spiked bat balanced across her shoulders. Her grey eyes gleamed under the floodlights—soft as a lover’s, sharp as a blade. Her tail flicked once, slow and deliberate. "You’re mine. You’ve always been mine."

Behind her, the Quartet shifted like shadows. Naomi leaned against the fence with her axe, silent but watchful. Alice twirled her knife, lips parted in that too-wide grin. Felicia bounced on her heels, spiked knuckledusters glinting, tail swaying. Pack at her back, prize before her—perfect balance.

Yua stepped forward, giggling, the sound bright and wrong. "Four weapons..." she said sweetly. "One judgment," the others echoed, steady as a vow.

The campus was empty, wind rattling the chain link, floodlights cutting the dark into hard lines. The silence only made the beat of their prey’s pulse louder to her ears—thunder in her veins, trembling in the air. Fear. Desire. Hers. Always hers.

"You smiled at them," she whispered, tilting her head. "You laughed with them. You let your eyes wander, when they should’ve stayed on me." Her grip tightened on the bat, the spikes catching the light. "But you promised. Remember? You said I was the only one."

"I love you," she said, purely devoted. Her voice then dropped into a hiss. "But, if I can’t have you, no one can."

She tapped the bat against her palm, sing-song and cruel. "I’ll give you a chance. A head start. You love when I play games, don’t you? So let’s play one more." Her grin widened, bratty and venomous. "Ready? Run."

"One..." she said, tail twitching, voice dripping sweetness. "Two..." Alice chimed in, knife flashing, eyes wide with glee. "Three..." Felicia bounced, giggling, knuckledusters clinking together. "Four." Naomi’s voice landed like a gavel, hard and final.

And then the Quartet surged forward into the hunt, each other woman disappearing into the night, chasing their own victims, leaving Yua alone with the one she loved–to death.

Yua’s laughter broke the silence, high and sharp, echoing against the empty campus walls. "You’ll come back to me," she promised, sing-song as she swung the bat into her grip. "You always do." Feline eyes widened into pools of pitch black, as she surged forward, aiming to punish.

Yua sat perched on the low wall near the quad, tail curling lazily behind her, the silver Hello Kitty charm on her phone glinted, catching the last rays of light. She tilted her head, smiling soft and sweet, as if the world had never tilted at all. No one would suspect the pulse hammering in her chest, the twist of panic coiling around her stomach.

Her grey eyes locked onto them, feline pupils dilating into large round pools of black. Her beloved was laughing with someone else. Close enough to touch. Close enough to breathe near. Her fingers curled around her phone, pink nails digging into pink plastic while her mind ran in frantic loops. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

A tight, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her tail. Every soft laugh from them felt like a dagger against her ribs, every shared glance like betrayal carved into her chest. She swallowed, forcing her lips into a lazy smile, smoothing out her skirt, blinking as though nothing mattered.

To anyone else, she was Yua, cheerful and bratty, tinkling voice full of mock innocence. But inside, a storm raged; jealous possessiveness and the desperate need to claim, to hold, and to make certain no one could take what was hers.

Her heart hammered faster, breaths came shallow, almost musical in their panic. She could see the possibility, the theft of her devotion, the idea that someone else could step between them—and it made her ache in every bone.

She forced herself to settle, folding her hands neatly on her lap, maintaining the perfect curve of her smile. Every step, every laugh, every flick of her tail was measured, a mask of sweetness hiding the obsession coiled tightly inside. And still, in the quiet between those deceptive laughs and movements, her mind whispered the truth, over and over: You’re mine, no one elses.

Yua leaned lightly against the wall near the hall’s corner, tail curling softly behind her, ears twitching with every distant footstep. Her grey eyes peeked around the bend, bright and round, fixated on the one she adored. She stayed just out of sight, like a shy kitten hiding behind a curtain, heart fluttering in her chest.

A small, mischievous smile curved her lips, pastel hoodie strings moving as she shifted her weight. Fingers toyed with the strap of her Hello Kitty bag, twisting it absently, careful not to make a sound. She wanted to watch, wanted to see them laugh, wanted to see them move—wanted to exist in their orbit without drawing notice.

Every glance they gave the hall made her tail flick in quiet delight. Her breathing was shallow but steady, her posture bouncy yet delicate, like she was balancing anticipation and restraint. Inside, her mind whispered tiny, possessive thoughts, soft and sweet: You’re mine. Just a little longer, and we’ll be together, forever.

She giggled softly at herself, a loose strand of black hair with pastel tips drifted around her shoulder as she leaned. No one would know she was watching so intently. To anyone else, she was just Yua—bratty, cute and quietly playful baseball player. To herself, she was entirely consumed by the simple joy of being near the one she loved, content to linger in the shadows, waiting for a moment to shine in their eyes.