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Pascal, The Yandere Priest

✧Hi! So, this is my first story/fanfic on Tumblr so go easy on me! Hopefully, I’ll post more of my yan stories I’ve been brewing and small lil drabbles I’ve been working on. I hope you enjoy✧ :3

Tw: Religion, Yandere shenanigans, codependency, attempted assault of a child (I in no way support that nasty ass shit), poisoning, murder

Pascal, since childhood was an individual of unshakable faith. Blind faith others would say. Being left on a porch step, living in an orphanage, having to eat rations, even being bullied by fellow orphans didn't shake them.

After all, they knew they stood out with a short, slim body, round face with blotchy, rosy skin, grey eyes a little too big for their face and thin, unwashed black hair.

None of this affected them, however. Pascal, in addition to having an unshakable faith had an unusual patience and calmness about them. Maybe because they weren't alone.

They had Mira! It seemed like she could take on the world as She was strong, She was bold, She was... everything to Pascal. Even with Her choppy, curly caramel hair, bulkier body, rough warm brown skin and furrowed but kind light brown eyes, the adored Her nonetheless.

Mira and Pascal went on plenty of adventures beyond the stone walls of the orphanage in their secret hiding place beneath the orphanage's pear tree. One day, they would be pirates, sailing across the sea, searching for treasure and catching scurvy. Another day, they were explorers, going through the harsh jungles, surviving on the fruits and vegetables around them and meeting playful animals. Pascal lived for these adventures and wished they would never end...

Until it did, unfortunately, on that fateful night. It was a cold night with hard rain beating on the orphanage windows. For some reason, Pascal couldn't sleep. They needed to see Mira. She was their safe space. They felt like they needed Her...? They tip-toed to the girl's quarters in the orphanage, propped open the door slightly with a stone and peeked in the room to search for her bedroll. They couldn't believe what they saw that night.

Disgusting grunting from an older man, a member of the orphanage staff and the nearby church and Mira being held down, tears threatening to fall from Her eyes with a hand being held over Her lips.

"Keep it down. You wouldn't want to wake the others and let them see you like this, would you?" Came a hushed voice.

To say Pascal blacked out would be an understatement. They had never lost their composure like that before. Their tiny hands grasping for the stone propping the door came down and struck the man's head an unknown amount of times. They remember it all; the man's pained grunts, Mira's surprised gasp, the sound of stone hitting bone and breaking skin.

Then came feeling a soft hand, ceasing their attack.

She was covered in splatters of blood, Her hair curled around Her sweaty face and Her normally stubborn eyes were red and puffy with streaks of freshly fallen tears.

She cradled Pascal's face gently and spoke in a soft tone, "It's okay. It's over, it's over. Look at me. It's over..."

They dropped the rock and She wrapped her arms around them softly and just...held them there.

The last thing they remember is gazing up at Her before coming to a realization...they loved Her. This was their bond, bound together by this moment with the blood of the man staining both of them. They fell into a dreamless slumber that night, still in Mira's embrace.

The next morning they awoke...in their bed? Pascal was confused. Was the night before a bad dream? Did they imagine that significant event? They ran into the girls room without a second thought and were surprised to see girls and nuns huddled around Mira's bedroll.

One of the girls briefly turned and pointed at Pascal while talking to one of the nuns. Were they in trouble? Was their crime figured out? They did forget to clean up the body? Was Mira in trouble too?

They were so wrapped in their thoughts that they didn't notice the nun crouch in front of them.

"Pascal? Can I have a word with you privately?"

Pascal looked up abruptly and the nun didn't look upset or horrified but...worried?

They nodded with faux meekness and followed the nun.

The whole walk around the orphanage, they wondered if the nun knew something. Also... where was Mira? They hoped She was ok. Surely She would've looked for Pascal after yesterday's...events?

The nun stopped walking when they stepped in the orphanage yard, in front of a familiar pear tree and once again kneeled in front of Pascal and put a hand on their shoulder.

"Mira was nowhere to be found in the orphanage. Today her roll was empty and all her belongings appear to be gone. We believe she might've run away," she started softly.

Pascal's heart dropped. Was it their fault She left? Was She afraid of being indicted for their crime? Didn't She know Pascal would've taken the fall for everything? For Her?

"Pascal? Be honest with me, alright? Do you have any idea where she might've gone? A nearby town? A...A hiding place, perhaps?"

Pascal blankly stared at the nun and didn't move an inch. They felt empty. This was all their fault. But what else could they have done? Let Her get assaulted by that disgusting man? They would rather die.

They would hit him over and over and over and over and over and ov-

"Pascal, I understand you're upset right now and so am I! But Mira could be in trouble right now. So we need your help right now to find Her. Do you have any ideas as to where She could've gone?"

Upset? Upset isn't the correct word for how Pascal felt. They don't think the word for how they felt was created yet. They continued to just stare at the nun. She sighed and led Pascal back to their bed and stalked off quickly, probably to get information about Mira’s whereabouts.

The next couple of weeks, Pascal was despondent. Mira was everything to Pascal. They just found out they were love for god's sake! They didn't eat, bathe and barely could sleep. Until one day, they felt something tripped over something that had rolled from under their bed.

They picked up the mysterious item and their eyes widened. It was a rolled up piece of paper with familiar handwriting, written with urgency. To Pascal, it read.

They hastily rolled it open and read diligently, ignoring the nauseating metallic smell radiating from the paper.

First of all, I just want to say I'm sorry for leaving you this way. You must be so confused and upset. I just...couldn't stay here anymore. Not after that. It isn't your fault, though. I've always felt trapped here...but you were my light. I thought about taking you with me but I don't want you to possibly get hurt because of me. I don't know where I'm going to be honest. Just away from here. Mark my words though: I will be back for you. I'm so sorry, Pascal. I love you so so much.

Mira

PS: you don't have to worry about the old creep. I took care of him. No one will ever find him. The tree makes sure of that.

At the end of reading it, Pascal realized they were crying. They moved quickly to wipe away their tears and rolled up the letter and put it under their bed again.

She loved them! She said She’ll be back, right? But, how long will that take? Days? Months? Years? Decades? They shook their head and took a deep breath.

She said She would be back. They would just have to believe in Her.

This was the motivation to keep Pascal going. They gradually began to improve. They ate again, began to make 'friends' with other orphans and excelled in school. All the while waiting patiently and quietly for Mira's return.

Being an orphan made it very easy to join the church early where a priest, Father Juan, took Pascal under his wing as a protégé, maybe put of pity or they saw promise in Pascal. Before this, however, they visited the orphanage pear tree one last time, knowing the nostalgia and secrets hidden within it.

They wondered if they ascended to priesthood, would Mira hear and come back to them quicker…?

Pascal learned to recite proverbs like the back of their hand. They got the hang of being part of the clergy rather quickly and soon understood the inner workings of the church and most importantly, the art of deception from Father Juan as the church was full of hypocrisy from the so-called practitioners and especially his mentor.

Father Juan was the biggest hypocrite, extorting the people of the church out of their hard-earned coin under the guise of serving their God and seducing widows and wives who he made false promises to when he whisked them away to his bedchambers at night.

This came back to bite him in the ass, however.

One day, the priest just dropped dead. Poisoning, they said. That was easy and surprisingly fast. Pascal wondered if it was one of the people the priest had extorted or was it a vengeful widow or a wife trying to hide her adultery?

But for now, they had to feign immense hurt and pain. It was easy to do: they just thought of the day Mira left and channeled those emotions and tugged at the heartstrings of the members of the church.

They entered priesthood at the young age of 24. Many were surprised but a majority believed that's what their beloved fallen priest would have wanted and Pascal acted surprised, but of course they humbly accepted.

Pascal found it easy to be a priest, the love and faith they had in Mira went reciting scripture and moving the believers around them. Every word of praise they made towards 'God' were secretly declarations of love and praise for Her.

To keep from faltering on their mission, they read Mira's note every night. Her declaration of love and promise to return kept Pascal steadfast and sane in their unshakable faith.

Then it happened.

They remember the date like it was yesterday. May 11th, as they were doing confessions, just listening to the daily woes and sins of their followers, the church doors swung open.

They politely excused themselves from the confessional with the faux smile they learned to replicate from Father Juan so many times and went to calmly confront the intruders about intruding during this time.

But they stopped in their tracks.

A sharp gasp could be heard echoing off the church walls.

Familiar light brown eyes with a furrow to them, short, curly choppy caramel hair, warm brown skin now covered in numerous scars...

Pascal fell to their knees as though they were praying.

She took several hesitant steps towards them and then those steps became a jog which became a sprint. Upon contact, She cradled their face and they looked up at her again after 13 years.

She looked ethereal under the soft glow of the surrounding candles. It was like She was their God.

Her hands felt more callous, but they didn't mind.

"Mira..." They breathed out softly.

"Mira... Mira...I knew- I knew you would come back."

She gave a small breathless laugh that sounded heavenly to their ears.

"You were always so stubborn, Pascal." Her voice sounded rougher, they thought to themselves.

They abruptly stood up, She was still just a bit taller than them, and hesitantly wrapped their arms around Her and laid their head in Her bosom.

But She just chuckled and held them back.

"You got bigger! You look like you could put up a good fight against me." She ran her hands through their hair affectionately which made Pascal sigh warmly.

"And you grew your hair out, too? I always thought you looked like a girl. You were always prettier than me. Now you really do fit the part!"

Pascal didn't really even register what She was saying as they were listening to Her heartbeat. Even though She seemed calm and collected, Her heart was beating a mile a minute.

They just listened, revelling in Her body heat, Her scent, Her being.

She was here, in the flesh. They felt if they let go of Her, She would disappear. They held Her a little tighter.

This was a result of their unshakable faith.

Their unshakeable faith in Her and they made a silent vow to never let Her go again.

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