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| Tadashi Masamune
"Perfection. Do you think, you and me together, could be perfection?"
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First name: Masamune
Nickname: Since he dislikes his first name, and he likes it when people call him by his last name out of respect, he treats his first name like a nickname.
Surname: Tadashi
Age: 28
Birthday: Dec. 24
Gender: Male
LOOKS
Hairstyle: Always clean cut to the same length around his neck, styled precisely to last all day. His hair is full and always looks healthy due to the time and money he spends on treatments.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Greyish blue
Body Type: Very tall, athletic
Clothing Style: Expensive, suit and tie
Description: Masamune spends most of his morning and evening caring about his looks. His skin has a healthy glow, always smooth and never has a single blemish showing - face as well as body. Along with his weekly visits to the hairdresser he gets his eyebrows neatly plucked and to complete his idealistic looks, he follows a strict workout and dietary routine. Most people think he has just been gifted and don't realize all the work he puts into being the perfect man when he shows up to his office in the latest expensive suit, and fairly, he thinks he's been gifted as well. He never lets people see him in comfortable fashion, even in his leisure time a jeans would never touch his legs. At home he allows himself to roll up the sleeves of his suit shirt and open the collar, on special occasions maybe even wear a sweater, but only to "fit in" more. It is importand to him that people in the same branche as him can always tell that his shoes alone are a month's salary for some people, but when people do mention that he wears a different Rolex every day he just plays it off.
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CHARACTER
Attributes:
- Serious
- Coldhearted
- Profit-oriented
- Obsessive and compulsive
- Easily jealous
Likes:
- Takahashi Shun
- Takahashi Shun
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- Takahashi Shun
- Takahashi Shun
- Murders and executions
- Burberry suits
Dislikes:
- Sharing
- Germs
- People touching him or his things
- Being called by his first name without asking for it
- His psychologist
Goals:
- Marrying Takahashi Shun
- Killing Takahashi Shun
Fears:
- Being out in the rain
Characterization: Masamune looks like just about the least excited person you've ever seen. His face is tense most of the time, and that is usually what is going on inside of him as well. Generally, he is good at saying things that please others, but he always sounds strangely cold when he talks. His voice carries no emotions, neither do his eyes. Nobody around him has seen him smile in many years, not for 10 years probably. But this doesn't just affect happiness, nobody has seen him show any emotion but greed and disgust. That is what people who don't know him well say at least, that he is a brutal, and brutally good, business man. Others just believe that he is feeling emotions, because they couldn't imagine that a married man like him has no desires whatsoever.
That, of course, is until he reconnected with Shun. Since then, he has had many emotional outbursts and is oftentimes unsure how to handle the newly regained emotions, resulting in questionable actions including nightly bloodlust and stalking activities.
Traits: Masamune is characterized by his stoic, nearly robotic way of handling things and holding himself. People rarely notice how unnaturally stiff it actually looks when he walks and talks.
Amongst psychopathy he hides well enough, even from his psychiatrist, he developed a number of other mental disorders throughout his childhood. These include PTSD, Delusional Disorder and frequent hallucinations.
PRESENT
Social Status: Quite famous and well-liked in his circles
Occupation: CEO of Pierce & Jones
Family: Not important
Relationship Status: Married? Probably? - Officially married to Lydia Matteo
Place of Residence: Penthouse apartment
Past
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I like the rain. I like it, but only when I'm inside. It's like people who say that they like animals. They like them, until it's supper time, as long as they listen to "Sit!" and as long as they have 4 legs and follow them like slaves. I like sitting inside, in my warm room, and seeing the sparkly raindrops running down my window.
So I'm standing outside, I'm a very patient person, and I watch the rain fall before me, careful enough that not a single drop touches my leather shoes. I can hear footsteps disturbing my wonderful peace, but I don't bother to turn around. I let it happen, but it doesn't go the way I planned. So I focus my eyes on the person before me, a boy, and realise that he gave me something. Luckily, I catch his words, and he runs off when I look at the item. An umbrella. An umbrella?
I look up, and shout that I don't need it, but he keeps running with that stupid backpack over his head. I feel my heart coming alive in that moment, as I look at the umbrella in my hand. What a foolish boy.
The students look at me funny. I can tell. They don't know what I look like when I smile, what I sound like when I laugh. For one day, I got to experience that - not the smile I always faked, but a real one. With the stupid rainbow coloured umbrella in my bag, and the expectation of seeing him again today to give it back, I feel like I can take over the world. When I got notice of his absence, something cracked in me. Something I didn't know was there. I can feel it in my chest, my stomach, my head - all over myself. I make my way to the library, and when the librarian goes on her break, I check the student list for him. Takahashi Shun. There I have everything I need, his address, his phone number, his E-Mail. Everything I need to protect him. Everything I need to be with him.
And I make my way to his home, where his family welcomes me like an old friend. My highly functioning brain soaks up all the information it can get. I remember the faint beige wallpaper that had a scheme of true white to it. Every shoe on the shoe rack. I can see all the pictures on the walls in my mind's eye. "You have to promise me to never do this again, idiot." I say as I give him the umbrella back. I sit on the edge of his bed and run a hand over his forehead through his beautiful, silky hair. I am filled with warmth. Even though it was my fault he got hurt like this, I feel relieved that only I am here for him today. Out of reach for the other students, none of them can touch him with their filth.
It fills me with joy to have Shun around me. He is different from the others. It's like he sees something in me that I cannot see. There are so many who beg for my attention, so many who beg for my love, for my touch, yet I give it all to him. He is the only one who is worthy of it. I am aware that I can't show my feelings well, but he doesn't seem to mind. I crave for him more than anything, and every day my mind is filled more and more with thoughts about him. I also notice that I am developing a feeling of jealousy that grows with each passing day. When I see him talking to someone else, laughing with someone else, looking at someone else.. my chest tightens.. my heart twisting in my chest, and I feel the need to wrap my hands around that person's neck. I want Shun to watch me when I squeeze the air out of their lungs until they fall lifelessly to the ground. I masturbate to these thoughts quite often. I am interested in starting a relationship with Shun, however I am unsure how this works. I am unsure if other people in love experience these feelings as well. My parents, after all, never loved me enough for me to know what love is like. Movies don't tell me much, and neither do books. I am caught up in these feelings, and I think I am losing myself, falling without a ground in sight. Maybe the ground is the day I tell him how I feel, or the day I kill one of my competitors for his love.
All of this, replaced and forgotten in a single day. Replaced by the feeling of anger.
That day, he didn't come to school. In fact, he had been off for a while, but I was too blinded, too caught up in stupid feelings to notice. He left me behind. Looking back, it might have saved me. I felt angry and betrayed for a really long time after he left me without a notice, but after nearly two decades, I finally rule over my feelings again. I control my feelings, they do not control me. Everything went back to normal, obviously I started a successful career as a modern yuppie. After losing in a game of poker I even married a woman, not hard to find someone who would marry me without even having a proper relationship beforehand. Though, whenever we kiss, I still think about Shun. Whenever I fuck her, I think about Shun. Wondering if he thinks about me too when he does it, if he remembers me as vividly as I remember the wallpaper in his old home. I have the feeling that something bad will happen if I don't see him soon. After all, I have to punish him for leaving me standing in the rain, on that day when he wasn't there anymore to give me his umbrella.
I hate the rain. I hate the rain, because I fear it.
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