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Inspector Ginoza Nobuchika witnessed the play out of many crimes in his life. Worst of all, he observed the deteriorating mentality of those committing those crimes.
Some of these criminals fit every classic villain cliche like a kid’s jigsaw puzzle; the erratic behavior, monologuing their motives. Hell, some even emitted an evil laugh when their work was complete, as if they possessed no other form of expressing their madness.
However, others surpassed the bounds of silly, fictional archetypes. No scanner, no human perception could note the dark seed growing inside them. Diabolical, sociopathic, they wore an alluring disguise to avoid suspicion, to utilize others according to their will.
And then, there were others who suppressed their desires. Instead of creating ways to unleash the hell within them, they swallowed their pride. They listened to their reason. They conducted themselves as any normal citizen would, revealing nothing of the chaos within.
Ginoza believed himself to be a man of strong mind, high intellect and the sharpest reason. He lead his men through work with his head held high. He offered them his wisdom and advice as best as he could, whether they took it or not. He ignored their whispers, their idle chat. He focused on his work and work alone. He had no time for anything else, what with the weight of the authorities pushing so heavily on his shoulders.
But, he just had to make what he considered to be the worst mistake of his life: accepting you into the division.
He never would have surmised the agony it would cause him. You were a rookie, nothing more. Fresh and bright eyed, you braced yourself for what was to come. So fearless, so strong, so naive. You would soon learn the true extend your job would bring.
But, as time progressed, you kept your smile. You withheld your optimism, even when you longed so much to break down and cry. You attended to your companions. You stood at their sides when they needed it most, be it a kind word, a hug, or support. Ginoza warned you against this. He alerted you to the possibility of your own psycho pass dwindling due to the stress of caring for so many.
You did heed his warning. Still, you continued on. You even directed love and attention towards him. Bringing him tea, maybe a sandwich, some cookies, just little acts of kindness to light his world, even for only a moment, these acts meant the world to him, despite his failing to express it as often as he should.
These small moments escalated to quick exchanges of dialogue, growing into conversations lasting into the small hours of the morning.
He never intended it to be this way. He never thought it would come to this.
But, before he realized it, before he could prevent himself from falling into this trap, he depended on you for comfort he never received, for encouragement he so craved for, for insight on questions he never received answers to. He depended on you for everything. He almost wondered if he could even breathe without you at his side.
But, such depth of feeling bore seeds to other more toxic emotions; envy, jealousy, desperation, desire, rage. He despised seeing you bestow your tenderness on others, when he craved it- no, needed it - more than anyone else on this force. The anger boiled within him, the heat surging through his limbs, down to his fingertips.
No one else deserved your company. No one suffered the way he had to require your attention, did it?
Of course not. Everyone suffered in their own way, and the voice of reason within him reminded him of this fact.
This sick desire, however, refused to leave him, the urge to steal you away from the presence of others, keeping you only for himself, to spend those long hours together, sharing secrets and thoughts no one would hear of.
Still, he wanted more, and shades of pink and red colored his cheeks at the images projecting in the front of his mind; he longed for your touch, your silky fingers across his bare skin, your lips of velvet warmly encircling his mouth, his teeth marring and bruising your skin, reminding those around just who you belonged to. Rarely did his mind drift to conceptions of love, romance or even carnal needs. Because of you, he obsessed. In the blackness of the night, silence was broken with soft moans of pleasure as he caressed, stroked his overstimulated, moistening skin. He felt utterly disgusting, touching himself to the thought of you, a fellow inspector, a coworker.
Yet, that fueled his excitement, a sickening thrill only obtained from forbidden lust.
All the same, Ginoza had a far bigger burden, resting on his shoulders, and there was too much at risk for him to succumb to his animalistic desires.
He battled everyday with this monster inside, the Hyde to his Jekyll. Just as these criminals he so despised, he conducted himself as an inspector, as a respectable citizen under the Sybil system.
But, his eye always rested on you, always watching, always tracking your every movement. You still continued your relationship as it was, happily talking away the night over cookies and alcohol.
And one of these days, when you least expected, he would reveal the monster under suppression...
It was only a matter of time...
Some of these criminals fit every classic villain cliche like a kid’s jigsaw puzzle; the erratic behavior, monologuing their motives. Hell, some even emitted an evil laugh when their work was complete, as if they possessed no other form of expressing their madness.
However, others surpassed the bounds of silly, fictional archetypes. No scanner, no human perception could note the dark seed growing inside them. Diabolical, sociopathic, they wore an alluring disguise to avoid suspicion, to utilize others according to their will.
And then, there were others who suppressed their desires. Instead of creating ways to unleash the hell within them, they swallowed their pride. They listened to their reason. They conducted themselves as any normal citizen would, revealing nothing of the chaos within.
Ginoza believed himself to be a man of strong mind, high intellect and the sharpest reason. He lead his men through work with his head held high. He offered them his wisdom and advice as best as he could, whether they took it or not. He ignored their whispers, their idle chat. He focused on his work and work alone. He had no time for anything else, what with the weight of the authorities pushing so heavily on his shoulders.
But, he just had to make what he considered to be the worst mistake of his life: accepting you into the division.
He never would have surmised the agony it would cause him. You were a rookie, nothing more. Fresh and bright eyed, you braced yourself for what was to come. So fearless, so strong, so naive. You would soon learn the true extend your job would bring.
But, as time progressed, you kept your smile. You withheld your optimism, even when you longed so much to break down and cry. You attended to your companions. You stood at their sides when they needed it most, be it a kind word, a hug, or support. Ginoza warned you against this. He alerted you to the possibility of your own psycho pass dwindling due to the stress of caring for so many.
You did heed his warning. Still, you continued on. You even directed love and attention towards him. Bringing him tea, maybe a sandwich, some cookies, just little acts of kindness to light his world, even for only a moment, these acts meant the world to him, despite his failing to express it as often as he should.
These small moments escalated to quick exchanges of dialogue, growing into conversations lasting into the small hours of the morning.
He never intended it to be this way. He never thought it would come to this.
But, before he realized it, before he could prevent himself from falling into this trap, he depended on you for comfort he never received, for encouragement he so craved for, for insight on questions he never received answers to. He depended on you for everything. He almost wondered if he could even breathe without you at his side.
But, such depth of feeling bore seeds to other more toxic emotions; envy, jealousy, desperation, desire, rage. He despised seeing you bestow your tenderness on others, when he craved it- no, needed it - more than anyone else on this force. The anger boiled within him, the heat surging through his limbs, down to his fingertips.
No one else deserved your company. No one suffered the way he had to require your attention, did it?
Of course not. Everyone suffered in their own way, and the voice of reason within him reminded him of this fact.
This sick desire, however, refused to leave him, the urge to steal you away from the presence of others, keeping you only for himself, to spend those long hours together, sharing secrets and thoughts no one would hear of.
Still, he wanted more, and shades of pink and red colored his cheeks at the images projecting in the front of his mind; he longed for your touch, your silky fingers across his bare skin, your lips of velvet warmly encircling his mouth, his teeth marring and bruising your skin, reminding those around just who you belonged to. Rarely did his mind drift to conceptions of love, romance or even carnal needs. Because of you, he obsessed. In the blackness of the night, silence was broken with soft moans of pleasure as he caressed, stroked his overstimulated, moistening skin. He felt utterly disgusting, touching himself to the thought of you, a fellow inspector, a coworker.
Yet, that fueled his excitement, a sickening thrill only obtained from forbidden lust.
All the same, Ginoza had a far bigger burden, resting on his shoulders, and there was too much at risk for him to succumb to his animalistic desires.
He battled everyday with this monster inside, the Hyde to his Jekyll. Just as these criminals he so despised, he conducted himself as an inspector, as a respectable citizen under the Sybil system.
But, his eye always rested on you, always watching, always tracking your every movement. You still continued your relationship as it was, happily talking away the night over cookies and alcohol.
And one of these days, when you least expected, he would reveal the monster under suppression...
It was only a matter of time...
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This was for Greystream's Yandere month...but life is stupid. But here it is. //cries// I want to dedicate this to Marwissa because she's a doll, and she understands the love for Ginoza.
Out of all the types of Yandere there are out there, I think Ginoza would be a "suppressed" Yandere. He definitely suffers the effects of the psychotic love, but he would be too smart to reveal it at the wrong time. So, he would wait...until the right moment.
Out of all the types of Yandere there are out there, I think Ginoza would be a "suppressed" Yandere. He definitely suffers the effects of the psychotic love, but he would be too smart to reveal it at the wrong time. So, he would wait...until the right moment.
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Author-San! I have a request! Could you maybe write another Makishima X Reader? :0
nothing specific I just need more of my dear Shogo lol
nothing specific I just need more of my dear Shogo lol