BLACK KISS
“Some kisses steal your soul.”
Chapter 4: Obsession
Mika was no longer just looking.
She was holding on—with her eyes.
Ren was the first to feel that something had changed. When he walked through the corridor, Mika’s gaze followed him. When he spoke, Mika stayed silent—just watching. And when he ignored her, that gaze grew deeper.
As if between every blink, she was writing her name on him.
“Mika, stop staring,” Ren said directly one day.
Mika smiled.
“You don’t like being watched?” she asked, sweetness in her voice, poison in her eyes.
Ren felt angry. He had always been like this—he liked control, not weakness. Mika’s obsession made him uncomfortable, but his ego refused to step back.
“I don’t need your attention,” Ren said.
But when he turned to leave, Mika’s eyes stuck to his back.
And Ren’s steps faltered.
Sudden pressure formed in his chest—as if invisible hands were holding him. He turned back.
Mika was standing there.
Their eyes met.
Ren blinked—but Mika did not.
Inside her eyes, a black swirl moved, like deep water. For the first time, Ren felt fear. Real, physical fear.
“Mika… what are you doing?” Ren asked softly.
“You are mine,” Mika replied.
Simple. Flat. Like a fact.
After that day, Ren started staying away from Mika. Skipping classes, changing routes, ignoring calls. Kaito noticed.
“You’re running,” Kaito said. “And you don’t look good when you run.”
Ren said nothing. He did not want to accept his weakness. He believed that if he stopped, if he acknowledged it, Mika would win.
And Mika was ready to win.
That night, the rain came again.
Tokyo’s streets were wet, streetlights breaking into reflections in the water. Mika was walking alone—but she was not alone. Ren was in her eyes. Only Ren.
She took out her phone and typed a message.
Mika: You can’t run away from me.
Ren read the message.
Ignored it.
The next second, pain exploded in his head—sharp, slicing pain. He dropped the phone. A black crack spread across the screen, as if something was breaking from inside.
At the same moment, a scream.
From the corner of the street.
Mika stopped.
She turned—and smiled.
It was a couple. The boy was staring at the girl—with intense, desperate love. The girl lowered her eyes shyly. In the final moment, their eyes met.
And then the boy collapsed.
Straight onto the ground.
Blood flowed from under his head and mixed with the rain—looking black under the streetlight. The girl screamed and stepped back—but it was too late. Under her eyes, the same black veins appeared.
Mika watched everything.
She closed her eyes—and took a deep breath.
“Love is so beautiful,” she said to herself.
Somewhere far away, Ren’s heart pounded hard.
He did not know why, but that night he felt it—
something irreversible had happened.
The first blood had been spilled.
And what had begun with love
had now turned into hunger.
The Black Kiss was no longer just a curse.
It had started to live.
