SYNOPSIS: One shot should be enough. That's all there is to it, right?
TW/s: Yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, guilt tripping, lowkey these two are terrifying to deal with, kazuha has no remorse in some of these, vaguely terrifying heizou, nsfw warnings also include drugging, blackmail, and arson.
NOTE FROM HR: Happy Valentine’s Day, 🩸 anon. It seems your boyfriends decided to do something very special for you. After all, they liked you, didn’t they? I hope you like sweets, because I know they prepared something special for you. Just… Try not to look into what they made too much.
Dealing with Kazuha and Heizou isn't all that bad. For you, the two of them had been nothing but kind and welcoming, although the first time you have decided to rent them in the app, the greeting was more or less a surprise.
You remembered what Heizou told you, since he would remind you so often. You were, in his words, 'a golden retriever'. Why did he call you that? You were answered with that you just looked like it, without any sort of explanation.
For Kazuha, though, he called you his 'maple'. An endearing nickname, considering you red through his profile that he was a poet and isn't fan of being too mean to whoever rents him.
The one thing that you knew from their terms was to not ask either of them about Wanderer or Kamisato Ayato and his clan. For Heizou, it's because he worked for the bigwig himself and didn't want word to spread about his comments, and for Kazuha, he had... 'History', as he puts it.
Going past the sudden surprise and the slight confusion between you and the two men, the three of you discussed some ground rules on what they should expect from you and vice versa.
For Kazuha, he wanted more than to treat you like a proper boyfriend, and he didn't have as much limitations other than prying into his past unless stated otherwise.
As for Heizou, he wanted to keep things light and casual, but he also wouldn't like it if you try to get into his connections with the higher up he's working for and for his job.
In your case, you knew it was to be expected. The rules clearly stated that renting a boyfriend in MixMatch is fair game for the boyfriend and the client, and the boyfriend can decide what rule the other party must follow.
It also works as a sort of 'out', just in case they felt as though they wouldn't be able to get along with the boyfriend they rented with a full refund.
With this in mind, you told the two that the same was to be expected: you don't want either of them to dig into your past, and you don't want them to force you to things you hate. After all, you had to scrounge up enough money to afford them as their prices are on the lower side than other guys.
And... Well, that's where you three are at right now. Granted, Kazuha enjoys going out, but he seems to adapt quite easily to your tastes. Heizou, though, enjoyed bantering with someone who can tolerate his little antics like the white haired musician.
Sometimes, you two would end up having a bit of friendly banter on who sucks at a specific game, while Kazuha will play as a 'referee' for the two of you.
One of those moments was now.
"Pfft, you suck at being a hunter, 'zou," you said, your fingers moving to have your little bony knight combat with Hornet. "I'm going to finish Greenpath if you don't come in here soon!"
"Oh, really?" you heard Heizou answer, laughing as he manages to join in the frey. "Well, you clearly aren't doing so good against miss Hornet, Finn."
You flinched as he began to attack you when Hornet wasn't nearby, making you slip and get hurt by the warrior as a result.
"Hey!"
Parrying both attacks, you hear Kazuha enter, the scent of coffee wafting in the air as he placed the mug beside Heizou. At your peripheral vision, he walked off from Heizou's side and went to your right, placing down a drink.
Ah, the scent of strawberry milkshake... You swore this man knows you like it extra sweet.
"It seems you two are at it again," said Kazuha, the albino watching as the two gamers clashed swords, dodging Hornet's attack when she got too close to hurting either of them.
"It's fun, Kazuha! Say, why don't you come in and join me and Finn?"
Kazuha laughed as you hear the cushions move before he sat down.
"No need. I'm more content in watching you two compete over who can beat the game than anything else."
"Aw, boo! You'll enjoy it, Kaz!"
It was you who protested this time, which made the latter hum. Although, you couldn't really look at him as you were busy trying to get Heizou down to his knees (metaphorically, of course).
"Seeing you two bond and play games is enough for me, maple."
... There it is again. The nickname he gives you is enough to make you sputter.
"I-- hmph, you're missing out," you grumbled, but the tone was playful. It was enough to have Heizou chuckle and land a particular hit when you were distracted.
"Whoops~ seems like you aren't looking, retriever," he quips, causing you to huff.
"Oh, shut up!"
For the three of you, the idea of renting a boyfriend to be able to do these things never crossed your minds. To those who are looking in, it just seem more like three friends, hanging out on a special day.
Three friends hanging out in one person's home on Valentine's, sharing laughs and banters as they played games.
Yes. That's how it should be.
After all, you wouldn't want to know what goes underneath that sense of naive fun, would you?
After having beaten Heizou through a 5 round lose streak (seriously, you sometimes wonder if the detective has a damn tracker on you), the three of you realized that you don't have food for the next few days.
In your case, well... You are the definition of a broke college student. Buying groceries outside is almost like some form of scam, considering the inflation on certain goods. But with the two of your boyfriends, budgeting was not an issue.
What was an issue, however, was what was essential to buy and what isn't.
"We may be able to live off with these for a while," you told the two men, your brows furrowed in thought at the list. "Still, I'm not sure if there's anything else we're missing. I don't even know if it adds to the additional fees aside from renting you guys..."
Kazuha shook his head, his hand moving to place it on your shoulder. A comforting gesture, considering you enjoyed touch and craved it from the two of them.
"We talked about this, ダーリン. We made sure that whatever expenses we spent on you wouldn't count to the cost you paid for us beforehand, remember?"
Your frown was still present. It was clear that you were struggling to remember, and it caused Heizou to pat your head with a chuckle.
"Look, if you're so worried that it could, why don't you see it as us treating you? It is Valentine's Day, so it'd be nice if you don't have to remind the two of us and your little head that we cost more than a month's rent."
Ah. Right.
"... Fine," you answered, sighing. "I guess I forgot that you two aren't actually my boyfriends. That, and spending for you two costs an arm, and I'd rather not pay for any additional expenses if I want to live for a year."
This caused them to chuckle.
"Oh, you don't have to."
After all, they have plans they want to spend with on Valentine's Day. Some that you weren't even aware of are already in motion.
Spending time with Heizou was easy, since Kazuha has a full day ahead to make this the most special for the three of you. After all, they've been deciding on how to spend it with the one they love most.
Now, sure, both have their... Differences, but the two loved Finn. To them, they were the best they've met so far, and the chemistry was already there. What more could either of them ask for?
Well, there was one thing they both wanted.
While the two are out buying groceries, Kazuha gets a phone call. Checking his phone, his eyes narrowed to see who was contacting him. Accepting it, he placed it on his shoulder as he got to work on setting up the house.
"Hello, █████."
"Hello, Kazuha," a familiar voice answers.
"I wasn't expecting for you to contact me so soon," the albino stated, but the warmth in his voice was gone. It was the same thing that the latter could hear as he began to prepare for their final 'surprise'. "Is there another one you're letting us check to see if they pass?"
"... No, it's not that. I'm actually contacting you to inform you of what the Boss wants."
Kazuha stops for a moment, and he took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
He never liked their boss. No one does.
After all, that boss had ties to the underworld and what goes on. It's why they were able to host 'MixMatch', a dating app. Although, if you asked him, he didn't trust that it was a simple 'dating app'.
What dating app would have it's ties to trafficking, anyway?
"... What did he say?"
"He wants the clients that failed to get any matches gone."
...
The glass cup he was holding shatters from his grip.
He needs to clean it up. He does. But that information gave him chills.
"... Is that it?"
"Yes. I'm not sure who would get the short end of the stick, but he's planning on getting our clients involved on that. It's... Terrifying to think about."
Of course it would, he thinks. No one would be sane enough to propose THAT idea, right?
"I see. It... Truly is."
...
"You don't... Plan on hurting them, do you, Kazuha?"
"Why would I?"
He grabbed a broom, watching as he saw the clock move it's hands to strike 4.
"Like I'll let him touch what's ours to begin with."
"We're home! God, going out is such a headache..."
What greeted Finn was a curious sight.
"Welcome home, darling," Kazuha said, placing down the last plate of food he made. "Heizou didn't give you a hard time, did he?"
"Me? Giving our darling Finn a hard time? You wound me, Kazuha!" Heizou stated, placing a hand on his forehead almost dramatically. "It's almost like you forgot that I wouldn't have done anything to them."
"Well, you almost got away with buying more rope when Kazuha said we're on a tight budget—"
"Hey, hey, hey!" He shushed them, seeing Kazuha squint his eyes at the detective. "It's not like I'll spend it outside of our budget! Well... If it's not that expensive."
Finn and Kazuha sighed.
"Please tell me it's for the Crux, Heizou," the musician grumbled, giving him a glare. "For if it's anything else past that, I'll kick your shins in."
Scared of the outcome, Heizou yelped.
"It's for the Crux! Man alive, Kazuha, are you really about to do that just because I want to help miss Beidou?"
“Yes.”
“How terrifying! … And bold.”
Taking a seat, Finn watched the two men bicker lightly as they retrieved their food. They knew that it was Valentine’s, so it was quite pleasant to have a celebration with the people they cared for— rented or not.
Thus, that evening was spent with the trio speaking amongst themselves. Future plans, outings, and even some small in-betweens. Although, Finn didn’t recall when they had lost track of time… Or when they had simply nodded off.
All they knew was that day… It was one of the best celebrations they had.
…
When the two knew they were asleep, Kazuha grabbed his phone, his warm eyes gone cold.
It was time that they faced the truth of their side job: the one thing they needed to do, as much as they hated it. Even if it's only to ‘play’ the part, they’re both used to having their true intentions shielded for their own benefit.
“You know what to do,” he told Heizou, watching him sigh and prepare himself.
“Of course… It’s for our lives, after all.”
The two spared a glance at the slumbering client they had, feeling a sense of pity. They hated hurting these people, but that’s what the boss wanted. Their old one would have objected, but those who worked in Celestia Inc. are aware of the consequences should they be stopped.
And now, they had to swallow the bitter pill that was murder. Such a shame; Heizou was starting to like them, and so was Kazuha.
Raising the gun, he placed the barrel and put his finger on the tri—
Ring, ring.
Ring, ring.
…
Heizou stopped for a moment and grabbed the phone, answering it with his left hand.
“Hello? Who is this?”
…
“Hello, Shikanoin Heizou. Mind if you drop that gun you’re holding and speak to me outside?”
Kazuha scrutinized the look of apprehension as Heizou paused, turning his head to the gun. It was already aimed at their ex-client, but he knew that voice demanded business. Afterwards, he huffed and pulled it away, noticing the albino’s brows furrow.
He was confused, but that’s okay. It was normal to be confused in a situation such as this.
“Hide them somewhere safe,” he mouthed to Kazuha. “I’ll deal with this.”
Watching the musician carry Finn in his arms and leave, he sighed and adjusted the phone on his hands, his eyes remaining sharp as ever. “Alright,” he answered, turning his heel to leave the house. “Would you mind answering as to who I’m speaking to?”
“Oh, you should recognize who I am,” said the caller. “Look up.”
Reaching the porch, he turned his head up, noticing the familiar monochrome and red clashing and mixing into a unified sense of color. And for a mere moment, the ‘detective’ that people loved felt the dread that his past ‘clients’ had, should they be cleaned up with.
“Greetings, Shikanoin Heizou,” the caller greeted, their smile twisting itself when they saw the stiffness from him. “No need to panic. I wouldn’t dare hurt what’s tied to a shady business unless stated otherwise. Now, what brings you here?”
“... I’m here for my client with Kazuha,” answered Heizou, but he sounded curt. “That’s all there is to it.”
“Is it now? And how about those… ‘sweets’ you have? Is there anything in it?”
“Nothing of the sort, miss officer,” he retorted with a shrug, but he stopped moving when he felt the barrel of the gun on his head.
Loaded. Of course.
“I’ll ask again. Is there anything in those ‘sweets’?”
…
One shot and I’d drop dead. Not a good predicament.
“... Yes. Sleeping drugs.”
“I see.”
The barrel didn’t move. It left him even more apprehensive of the outcome. After all, it was clear that whoever they are, they excel a lot more in using guns, and they also have the upper hand against him.
Such a bother.
“One last question: do you mind if you do this favor for me?”
He could feel something cold. Metallic… And clearly not used. There’s a latch on the front, and a sticker that was ripped on its back. He didn’t know what it was, but he could smell the scent of charcoal on it— it was strong enough for him to have a whiff.
“Would you mind burning that house behind you? I’m aware you two have made up your mind that you’d get rid of Finn, but it seems you two got cold feet.”
Heizou seems to have felt his heart stop beating.
How did they know?
“Such a shame. I believe the boss knew you two would be excellent ‘boyfriends’, so to speak,” he heard them continue, sighing. “And here you are, hesitating to murder yet another lovesick ‘client’ who’s grown fond of you two. I’m quite surprised you haven’t seen how twisted this is.”
The barrel digs in deeper to his head.
“Then again, we are all sick in the head, aren’t we?”
…
Heizou had no rebuttal. After all, they all came with ulterior motives.
“Well, Heizou? Will you do the honors?”
“... Fine,” he answered. A bit too late, one may add, but he knew that he was not in a good position. He was being forced, and behind those words, the obvious and looming threat was present.
If you don’t, I’ll inform your boss that you failed the job.
“I’ll burn the place. Kazuha is responsible for taking care of anything else, should there be any more requirements we have to follow after getting rid of the ‘evidence’ here.”
“Splendid. I was wondering if you were truly having cold feet. As expected from a detective such as yourself.”
Satisfied with the response, the caller lowered the gun they had and tucked it away. With a satisfied hum, they turned their heels and walked down the steps, going to the entrance and to their motorcycle parked on the side of the fence.
“Be sure to do the job. You know what happens if you don’t..”
Heizou couldn’t help but stand as he watched them ride on top of a motorcycle and drive off in the night, the feeling of the lighter resting in his hands. He felt that weight grew heavier, knowing fully well that he was forced to do such a crime. His hands were already stained in red, but he felt pity. He didn’t want to kill Finn, and even Kazuha can tell.
He can even see that the once quick detective stopped when the topic of arson came up for his beloved ‘client’.
Alas…
… The die was cast, and the cast must die.
Raising his phone, he contacted Kazuha, texting that he will set the house ablaze— and that he needed Kazuha to take Finn back to their home. Kazuha sent him a text to inform him that he took everything that Finn valued when they were gone, so he should be fine burning it all down.
It was only when he finished texting did he look at the house, lamenting that he felt so… Attached to it, like it was his second home.
Heizou hated that part of himself. That part that wanted to keep things as is, just like the good days.
Those days where Kazuha and the others weren’t as twisted. Those who didn’t have to stain their hands for bloody cash. Those who didn’t want to be reminded of what goes down below. And yet, here he was… Standing over the house like it was him denying the call of adventure.
With one deep breath, he turned the lighter on and tossed it inside. Heizou watched as the flame traveled around the flooring and through the walls, going to various rooms and setting things ablaze quicker than he could catch. It wasn’t long until the house was engulfed in the fire he willingly made, those pops and sizzles haunting his memory.
It was done, he thought.
And yet his chest still felt as heavy as he remembered ever since he ‘got in’.
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