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" Breaking news, the police have discovered 3 more bodies directly connected to the Black Widow. Police can not release information as they feel they are zeroing in on a suspect."
Yeah fucking right, Katsuki thought as he wiped his hands off on the now-stained towels. Standing up, he grumbled as Hana…no Hishiro.. no, whatever their fucking name was fell off the hotel bed and onto his new shoes. Rolling his eyes, he lifted up the corpse, throwing its body back onto the bed, so he could take a quick shower and get to work on his next masterpiece. Humming a little song to himself as he finished showering. Continuously listening to the dumbass reporter describing his crimes, calling them cruel and horrific. Katsuki couldn't contain his excitement as he pulled out his duffle bag from the dresser, laying out all his tools and cleaning supplies.
Step 1, Decide on a pose that would illustrate what type of lay they were.
Seeing as he wasn't even close to finishing when he killed them, he decided to take a used condom from the dumpster outside and empty the remains into their hand. Nodding proudly, he continued repositioning the body until it looked like it was jacking off. The blond cackled, taking a step back, thinking how awkward the cleaning crew would feel walking in seeing this type of posture.
Step 2, Leave several surprises that will leave the media in shambles. Make the victim unrecognizable to anyone but himself.
Now here comes the fun part. Katsuki could feel the need to scream in frustration over the seemingly large gash on his art's neck from fighting against his attacks. Grabbing the butcher's knife, he slowly got to work, moving the blade across and through the skin like a paintbrush. Humming a soft little melody as he continued to cut into the flesh, a small smile stretching across his face as he added finishing touches.
Step 3, Remove anything that could identify the piece of art.
Grabbing some other items, he removed anything that could identify the "poor victim," starting with finger and toenails. Moving onto the teeth and burning their fingerprints from their hands.
Step 4, Take only two pictures. No redos and no extras.
Grabbing his polaroid from the back, he quickly took his pictures and set them upside down to develop. He was just so excited to add it to his collection.
Step 5, Clean up and get the fuck out of there before 5.
Taking off the protective film, he returned to work on cleaning the room without evidence of his presence. Carefully going over every area in the hotel room and the victim only leaving DNA that would throw off the investigation. Even if Katsuki knew the police were nowhere close to figuring out who he was, that didn't mean he wouldn't have fun misdirecting them. Slowly he could feel himself coming down from the high of killing and creating his art. Katsuki wanted more, but he had to be patient and wait until this body was discovered. Of course, he could kill again, but the blond craved the attention and the dedication he took to his work.
Ploof. Katsuki sighed into his own bed, exhausted from the journey home. He still needs to check the news to see what they say about his latest project. He let his items fall onto the side of his bed as he closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overcome him.
Buzzz…..Buzzz…Buzzz.. Who the fuck was calling his phone at the ass crack of dawn? Groaning, he grabbed his phone, his eyes squinting at the light, trying to read the contact's name. Shitty Hair, fuck that, he thought, tossing his phone onto the bed as he snuggled deeper into the bed. Buzzz… Be fucking serious. The blonde sighed, sitting up as he put the phone to his ear, answering the call to a bright, cheerful Good Morning from the redhead.
"What do you want, Shitty Hair? It's like 6 in the fucking morning," a small yawn left his mouth as he rubbed his eyes, slowly getting used to the bright lights that seeped into his apartment.
"It's actually 12 in the afternoon, which is why I'm calling. Were we still going to meet up today? I know you had a late night, and I didn't want to rush you or anything." It was 12!? Katsuki rushed out of bed, running to the restroom, almost slipping. He quickly dismissed the call, saying he'd be at their usual spot soon. Katsuki was always on time, and he took pride in that. He could feel himself growing annoyed at how sloppy he was becoming within his schedule. The blonde grabbed a towel and quickly dried his dripping hair throwing it into the dirty basket. He raced around his apartment, throwing on clothes and grabbing his keys, phone, and wallet, and was out the door. Climbing onto his motorcycle, he placed his helmet on his still, very damp hair and drove off, sticking his middle finger towards the sounds of horns as he ignored oncoming traffic. It felt like every light was fucking red, his annoyance growing at every stop. The blonde took the opportunity to turn the news on his phone, blasting it through his headphones.
"I'm not sure anymore, Yuki. The longer the police spend their time finding the Black Widow, the more I'm concerned that the police don't know who or where to start. 25 different bodies, all of that vary in age, gender, and race. There's nothing that truly connects the black Widow to one person."
Katsuki chuckled, hearing how desperate the reporters sounded, wanting to identify him. " What are you saying, Mai?"
"I'm saying, what if it's not a singular person but a cult?" A what!? He glared at the road in front of him. He worked too damn hard on every piece of art for everyone to think this was some group project. Fuck that. The blond sighed as he parked his bike near the small coffee shop, waving toward his regular waitress.
"Hi, Bakugo," He smiled at Mina as she set a mug in front of him, filling it with coffee.
"Hey, where's your boyfriend? Pretty sure he called me so I wouldn't be late." Mina opened her mouth, but before words could escape, she giggled as the redhead busted through the doors with an umbrella. He watched and gagged as the two greeted one another, sharing a quick kiss. Giving her the umbrella and one more kiss, Kirishima took his seat across from Katsuki.
"What's with the umbrella?"
"Mina has to go out of town after her shift. It's supposed to rain while she's there," Rolling his eyes at the fondness in his friends' eyes, he took a sip from his mug. "Soooo," Katsuki looked up, his red eyes meeting the others.
"So what?" Taking another sip humming in a pleasant tone.
"Were you able to finish the designs? You were talking about them for the past month, man! Oh, I have to finish them, or I'll be behind for another month ." Kirishima lowered his voice, trying to imitate his own, causing Mina to laugh from behind the counter.
"Oi! Two things, first, I don't sound like that idiot, and secondly, aren't you supposed to be working!? I'll snitch," That only caused the pair and the other regulars to laugh at the empty threats. Sitting in the booth and talking allowed the blond to relax and look back on his relationship with the two of them. Meeting Kirishima back in college, being roommates and everything, and watching this idiot make a complete fool of himself for his girlfriend. Looking over to Mina, who smiled brightly at a customer as she poured him a fresh cup engaging in conversation. Shaking his head at her stubbornness over not letting him help her with some of the college fees so she could finish her final year already.
"I'm surprised you're not going with her," Kirishima sighed, rubbing the back of his head while looking at her.
"I don't know, man; ever since her mom got sick, she hasn't been letting me be there for her. It's been hard on her as much as she tries to pretend to be okay. I just want to allow her some control because I can tell that's what she's struggling with." The redhead said, his voice uncertain, but as Kirishima's eyes followed his girlfriend, Katsuki could tell he knew what he was doing.
"Look at you. I can't believe you're not the same idiot who ran into a telephone pole trying to catch a ball AND impress your crush simultaneously." Katsuki laughed as his friend's face turned into a deep shade of red.
He left shortly after, smiling softly, thinking about his day, knowing it had barely begun as he turned into his agency. Groaning as the extras surrounded him, asking millions of questions at once. Signing a few things here and there and confirming the subsequent color pallets for his next line drop. "Sir," pinching the bridge of his nose, he released another sigh looking up to meet his assistant's round brown eyes.
"Yes, Ochako?" She entered slowly, passing him the usual weekly check-ins and forms and him thanking her for having them ready. She read off the things he needed to complete before the day was over and reminded him of his meeting at 4 before exiting his office.
Fuuuuck, he could not fucking wait to jump into someone's skin, and he meant literally. The hours passed quietly and quickly as he did his work and began to plan his next masterpiece. Feeling a new wave of excitement, he turned on his own TV, switching to the news. It was the commercial break, but Katsuki wanted to see how far from the truth they were.
" And we're back! While we were on break, I wanted to inform the people of this breaking news. The Black Widow has been confirmed and has been taken into custody! Their DNA on the scene linked the police to the dangerous individual."
It seemed his plan worked, and he sat back down, trying to think of a way to make his next masterpiece a statement. That the Black Widow was one person. That he wasn't a cult but had a story he would share.
Pulling out his sketchbook, he closed the blinds, drew different poses, and illustrated how the body would look. His face slowly turned red from the excitement that filled his body. It wasn't lust or a sexual thrill that led him to kill. It was the excitement of getting the job done of choosing the perfect canvas to portray his feelings and sexual emotions. Maybe that's why the media called him the black Widow. Perhaps the media wasn't as dumb as they let themselves be portrayed. He chuckled to himself.
He remembers where he was when he was given that name. The air was cold and sharp on his skin, with a gentle breeze that pushed past his gray wig. The fake gray-haired man had just finished his 4th victim and felt pride flowing through his skin. His phone played the news as usual, slightly curious about what was being said about him. " Yuki, I can confirm that the police have found another body possibly linked to the ongoing murders that seem to circle Japan. The victim is unrecognizable and without a way to be identified. JX Station sends our prayers and condolences to the victims and their families."
"I couldn't agree more, Mai. The police have also informed us that the killings are directly related to sexual acts in which the victims were killed after intercourse. Makes me believe the killer resembles nature. Much like the black widow spider who kills their partners after mating." Idiots. He felt himself laughing, unable to contain his emotions as he walked down the streets. He later learned that black widows didn't even eat their mates; it was a different species. That also sent him into another fit of laughter at the complete stupidity of the media.
Katsuki continued to think about that night and the joy he felt from getting away with everything. Time moved at a crawl as he waited for his meeting at 4 doing small tasks and completing what was asked of him by the brunette. When the time finally arrived, he ensured his suit was buttoned correctly and made his way. Katsuki was growing tired of the responsibilities that were required of him. He contemplated selling his company every time he had to stay late or had to do tedious and mundane paperwork. But he couldn't bring himself to sell anything, fearing for his employees' jobs. Even as a killer, he loved and cared for those around him. It caused him to laugh thinking about how his therapist would react if they truly knew who he was and what he did. Yes, this serial killer has a therapist due to his overbearing work schedule and his emotions directly tied to his state of control. The blond could acknowledge his faults and wasn't afraid of being corrected.
Maybe that's why he killed others? Katsuki couldn't quite place a finger on the reason for his first kill or what led to the events of his first victim, but he remembers the fear of almost being caught. The fear of walking home in his blood-stained clothes, his body shaking, riddled with guilt, shame, and anxiety. Katsuki wouldn't ever feel that way again.
When the day ended, and his work was complete, the blond said his goodbyes making his way out of the building and back to his apartment. The semi-quiet streets and light buzzing of city life are what Katsuki loved about his tiny little town. Ever since he became the 'black widow,' crime has gone down even treatment for STDs among all ages has declined. Maybe it was his ego talking but what he was doing was having a positive impact on the world around him. Katsuki couldn't wait for his next masterpiece. Planning the kill was almost as exciting as executing it. Almost.
Walking towards the elevator in his building, he greeted the staff wishing them well as he headed to his floor. The complex's shared cat welcomed him when the elevator opened. It was actually his, but the black cat hated staying inside, so he pays extra in rent for the staff to let the thing in and out.
"Well, hello to you, Miss Widow," Katsuki said, doing a slight bow toward the cat. Her purrs bounced off the halls as they walked towards his door. He smiled as she aggressively rubbed against his legs as he unlocked the door.
" Meow.." Katsuki hummed in response, placing his things down by the front door and letting Widow in behind him. She quickly ran to the kitchen, her bell collar chiming with every step. Following after the black cat, understanding her request, the blond gave her a small plate of wet food. Katsuki smiled down at the tiny creature before walking to his room. His apartment was warm despite the cold winds that blew into his apartment from the open windows. The blond also utilized his time to get clothes ready for work tomorrow and by choosing the next club for his project.
Katsuki couldn't be even more excited for his next kill. Adrenaline was already pumping throughout his body from what was yet to come. How he planned his killings and executed his approaches always left him in bliss. The randomness of it all made it seem like fate was on his side. Katsuki wasn't afraid of being caught or of the consequences of being found out. No, he welcomed it with open arms. Well, he would if the police were smart enough to figure out it was him and not the poor idiot he framed.
Grabbing his second phone from his safe in the closet, the blond looked up clubs closer to him, seeing as he was late to start his day due to his late-night antics. The next day moved past him like a dream. Feeling unable to focus on his task throughout the day due to the unbearable urge to place his knife into a new canvas. Excusing himself from work early leaving the extra paperwork for Iida to complete while he prepared for the night ahead of him. Once Katsuki was home, he dressed in a black satin shirt that hung lightly off his body perfectly exposing his built figure pairing it with a pair of tight black pants. Placing a cross-chain and spider necklace around his neck he finished his look with a red wig and a few sprays of his cinnamon cologne. Saying goodbye to Widow, Katsuki left his apartment with his duffel bag in tow. Climbing into his Range Rover Katsuki threw his items into the back of his car hiding them amongst the light clutter.
Step 1, Never choose prey from the same club twice and NEVER, and he means EVER, introduce yourself to more than 3 people. Katsuki only got 3 chances to leave with his canvas.
Walking into the club, Katsuki could say two things; it reeked of weed and was deafening loud. The poor taste of pop music blasted through the speakers as the group of drunks jumped around, screaming the lyrics. Making his way through the drunk crowd, he found himself at a circular table alone. His red eyes searched the club, looking for anyone to catch his gaze. He felt himself smirk when he met a pair of pretty green eyes that grew wide when their eyes locked. Dusting off his black shirt, he slowly made his way to the green hair that caught his attention. Noticing the piercing green eyes watching his every move, Katsuki forced himself to vanish in the crowd to reappear by the short one's side. Chuckling, the green eyes that followed him shut due to his sudden reappearance taking the boy by surprise.
Step 2, Make your intentions clear and avoid drinking at all costs. Isolate the victim and avoid attention from others. Only choose those who've come alone.
Katsuki pushed the red hair from his wig out of his face as he stared down at the adorable canvas in front of him. "Hey," he felt himself purr into the stranger's ear.
"H-Hi," he squeaked in return, the green eyes surrounded by the blush that traveled up his face.
"What's your name?"
"-ku," Katsuki heard the greenette shout, unable to catch his full name.
"Did you just say Deku?"
"No! I'm Izuku Miydoria."
"Well, Izuku Midoria, I am Kanji Ogawa," smirking as he pulled Izuku closer, feeling just how warm the younger was against him. "Did you know that it's impolite to stare, Izuku?" Katsuki hummed deeply into his ear, hearing a small gasp leave the green one's lips.
"Sorry. Not every day you see a hot guy with a wig on in a club like this Kanji." Izuku pointed towards the wig sending a small wink. Damn, this guy is hot. Unfortunately, Katsuki is going to have to kill him tonight. The blond would love to have another pet around to play with he thought to himself.
"If you knew who I was, you'd understand why I'm wearing the wig, baby." Moving his hands lower, the blond squeezed Izuku's hips, somehow pulling them closer together. Their bulges rubbed against one another through their clothes. Feeling confidence flow throughout his body, hearing the small moan that sent a chill down his spine. "Did you wanna get out of here?" Once again, excitement filled his body as the green one nodded, seemingly dragging Katsuki out of the club.
Step 3, Find a hotel that's not too close to the club but not far enough to make the canvas question the control Katsuki had. Once at the hotel, give the canvas enough money to buy the room and excuse himself to the restroom to avoid being seen.
Katsuki was leaning against his car when Izuku came back out, key in hand and his face extremely red. They walked in silence toward their room, a smirk gracing the blond's face once again as he felt a pair of eyes on him. Izuku went around the towering figure unlocking the door holding it open for Katsuki, closing it, and locking it once they were both inside. "Will you take off that ridiculous wig now?"
The blonde smiled as he tossed the wig across the room, exposing his blond hair. "Do you like what you see, baby?" He whispered as he slowly undid his top, walking towards his newest toy.
"Y-yes," Izuku whimpered, his body melting into Katsuki's touch as the blond guided the green one onto the bed. His face grew even redder, noticing the mirror placed over the bed. Katsuki placed himself over the untouched art leaning down leaving small kisses down Izuku's neck.
"What exactly would you like from me, my darling?" Leaning down, kissing more of the exposed skin, licking lightly against the skin the taste of salt dancing on his tongue. The moans that left Izuku's mouth caused a growl to exit his throat. Pulling at the skin-tight clothes that encased his prey from the blond's hot touch.
"Fuck me, please, Kanji. Please, I want to feel you against me." Oh, this is going to be fun, the blond thought as he pulled Izuku closer, finally placing a kiss on the needy one's lips.
Step 4, Have fun with the new toy and remember to wear a condom.