beautiful rabbit entering space

Miu gave a long exhale, tried to make it sound more frustrated than breathless, and bit down on her lip hard.

“…What, so you can disappear again after? I-I can’t-! I don’t wanna see you go again! Do you have any idea how fucking hard it was the first time?! And now you just want me to give everything away-where you won’t even say anything to me-?! Typical, real fuckin’ nice-”

I mourned you! I cried into my pillow over you, I busted my ass and more trying to find out what happened-!

Her hands shot out and fisted themselves into his scarf, jerking him down, her eyes red around the corners with a watery glare.

The reality that he was close enough to touch sucker-punched her gut hard, and her teeth gnashed as she moaned through a sob, fingers tightening, cramping.

In her mind’s eye, the switch flipped, her palm coming down hard on the self-destruct button. To hell with it all.

“Y-You already know how I f-” Shit, too deep, “-what I want. Is that why you picked me? Because you know I can’t say no?” Her eyes were hooded as they dragged their gaze down to his lips, “-Because I’ll try anything once, if it’s you, even if you’re planning to stab me in the back later?”

Or break my heart?

“-Lucky me.”

She kissed him, hard and full on the lips, parting only for a moment to hover her quivering mouth over his, fingers softening in his scarf for just a moment-

“-Fuck you, Kokichi Ouma.” Miu breathed out.

She went for his lips again, knees parting to make space for him to stand closer.

The tension built as she spoke and her agitated actions so easily manipulated his small frame. Even with being pulled, he resisted a little out of pure stubbornness to no avail. As soon as their lips crashed he didn’t hesitate either; he went deep and when he was pulled back, he could only muster a shit-eating grin before she drew him right back in for more.

As much as he’d love to retort immediately, being able to just lose himself in impulse was beyond satisfying. It’s scary and he couldn’t shake off the edge of paranoia. Oh, fuck it.

The sensation of her vitals fluttering under the cage of his fingers broke something inside her, and fuck, she was wet.

Miu’s eyes were wide, pupils blown as she shook her head eagerly, tongue passing over her lips, already missing his taste.

She wanted to touch him too-grab his cock, stroke him, maybe spank him at the same time-every sordid fantasy she’d ever had about this insufferable tease came clawing to the surface in her, and it was plain as day in her eyes that she wanted to be as nasty as her language would always convey.

Something darker rose up in her, making her cheeks burn terribly.

I want him to stuff me with his cock with his hands around my neck. I wanna writhe on him like a fucking fish on a hook.

A husky laugh rasped its way out of her lips as she leaned back, letting her skirt hike.

“Oooh. Scary.” She purred, making it that much more obvious she was toying right back. Her eyes glittered with an uncertain mirth, the knowledge that he was going to ruin her for better or worse tonight, throwing caution to the wind as she prepared to let it happen. Self-destruction was nothing new to her, and if she had to feel extremes of either side of the emotional spectrum-

They’d be bonded together, after this. There was no taking it back.

“…?!”

Was he… messing with her?

Digging deep, she found her guts and grabbed him-not full around the wrist, but by the sleeve of it, leading him around the alley, fumbling her keys into the lock on the large metal door leading to her base of operations. The room itself was dark, spartan, and simple: an unkempt bed in one corner, but the large network of monitors making up almost an entire wall of the room belied the intent of the setup.

It didn’t have much in the way of survival necessities, but it wasn’t meant to be a place she stayed for prolonged periods of time. Most of the light in the room came from the monitors and their displays, casting them half in shadow, half in ethereal bluish light.

She closed and locked the door behind herself, sighing with exasperation as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“When are you gonna tell me what the goddamn fuck is going on with you?! Do you have any idea how worried I-everyone is? Or how many just outright believe you’re up to no good? God fucking damn it-! And then, and then you run your mouth like that-” Her legs sawed together as her breath caught in her throat, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers. Same old Miu.

“Wh-What’s your game-d’you, want me to mistake that for an invitation…?”

This was the most honest fun he’d had in quite some time. Being grabbed of course brought a sense of fear and residual anger, but this was Miu and he decided that based on the direction she was pulling him that it was safe to go with it. It wasn’t like he was unarmed, y’know?

Shut inside of the barely habitable area, he spun on his heels as he quite openly appraised it, and then pulled out his phone to send a quick codeword to DICE. No sense in worrying them when they had much bigger things to be concerned with.

How cute, he mused as he looked back up at her; she was already squirming and acting a bit tsundere. She was always pretty bad at that.

“Let’s keep that our little secret, hm? This only works if nobody knows. I’m putting myself at quite a disadvantage by letting you know that much.” He shushed with a finger to his lips. “It’s hard work to steal the spotlight. One wrong move and I die, or everyone dies. I’m doing everyone a favor and making them chase their tails instead of running head-first into traps.” The small male lowered his hand and tilted his head to the side, making little room to misinterpret his sultry gaze. “And are you certain that’d be a mistake? Come on, you’re smarter than that. Or did your ego take that hard of a blow?”

Kokichi didn’t need to ask that. He already knew as much; it was written all over her from the first trickle of information he caught of her. If someone really thought they were important… they wouldn’t hide in a shithole like this. Boldly, he stepped forward, close enough he could feel the heat from her exposed neckline.

“...What, so you can disappear again after? I-I can’t-! I don’t wanna see you go again! Do you have any idea how fucking hard it was the first time?! And now you just want me to give everything away-where you won’t even say anything to me-?! Typical, real fuckin’ nice-”

I mourned you! I cried into my pillow over you, I busted my ass and more trying to find out what happened-!

Her hands shot out and fisted themselves into his scarf, jerking him down, her eyes red around the corners with a watery glare.

The reality that he was close enough to touch sucker-punched her gut hard, and her teeth gnashed as she moaned through a sob, fingers tightening, cramping.

In her mind’s eye, the switch flipped, her palm coming down hard on the self-destruct button. To hell with it all.

“Y-You already know how I f-” Shit, too deep, “-what I want. Is that why you picked me? Because you know I can’t say no?” Her eyes were hooded as they dragged their gaze down to his lips, “-Because I’ll try anything once, if it’s you, even if you’re planning to stab me in the back later?”

Or break my heart?

“-Lucky me.”

She kissed him, hard and full on the lips, parting only for a moment to hover her quivering mouth over his, fingers softening in his scarf for just a moment-

“-Fuck you, Kokichi Ouma.” Miu breathed out.

Her eyes widened marginally, though she remained stock-still.

The urge to throw herself at him, to claw him into her arms, to yell and scream obscenities with relief-it was very, very real, flashing in her eyes for but a moment. Get him out of this, get him home-

-but there was no telling how carefully he was being watched. The things they were making him do-and god, she’d skipped over any sort of disbelief already, hadn’t she, she knew what he showed her was real, or at least she had to believe it-it was a lot, a lot to entrust to any self-proclaimed trickster.

If she wasn’t careful, what else would they do to him?

“O-Of course you’d say that! If you think-I’ll believe you, so easily-then fucking prove it!”

She chose her words carefully, left the interpretation up to him. If he was the Kokichi she knew, she’d given him plenty of room to steer her to what he needed, and he could make something out of it.

It was as good as signing her life away to someone who didn’t realize the situation, but hopefully it’d at least be good collateral to anyone who might be watching him.

She took it like he wasn’t a liar and a thief. It briefly surprised him for that reason, but he found himself feeling amused and a little nervous by it. ‘If I was a liar, you’d be screwed right now.’ Oh, the irony.

“Prove it? I’m offended! Making me prove my honor… Me, a liar! Or should I say the true Prime Minister of Japan? Hm. I don’t like the ring of that one. They’re practically the same thing.” His hand rolled outward as if waving it away. “Oh, and we’re not being watched by anyone besides DICE. Their numbers are quite a bit smaller than I’d like, but they’re loyal.” Almost comically, someone waved from the exit of the backstreet before disappearing around the side again. “So! That brings the real question.”

“...?!”

Was he... messing with her?

Digging deep, she found her guts and grabbed him-not full around the wrist, but by the sleeve of it, leading him around the alley, fumbling her keys into the lock on the large metal door leading to her base of operations. The room itself was dark, spartan, and simple: an unkempt bed in one corner, but the large network of monitors making up almost an entire wall of the room belied the intent of the setup.

It didn’t have much in the way of survival necessities, but it wasn’t meant to be a place she stayed for prolonged periods of time. Most of the light in the room came from the monitors and their displays, casting them half in shadow, half in ethereal bluish light.

She closed and locked the door behind herself, sighing with exasperation as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“When are you gonna tell me what the goddamn fuck is going on with you?! Do you have any idea how worried I-everyone is? Or how many just outright believe you’re up to no good? God fucking damn it-! And then, and then you run your mouth like that-” Her legs sawed together as her breath caught in her throat, twirling a lock of hair in her fingers. Same old Miu.

His voice poured into her ear, burning like acid, bubbling like poison. By the time she’d registered him letting go of her, he was out of reach for the swipe at thin air that followed.

She wasn’t going to cry. Miu grit her teeth as the telltale sting welled up, hating how he still knew how to get to her after all this time.

“What’d they do to you? What do you want?! And why come to me now if you really think that?! You, you-” Her insides boiled at the sight of him, less for what he was saying, and more for what he’d become.

I thought you were stronger than this.

“-you gave up, s-so fuck off-!” Miu’s scream fizzled into a choked sob, “Someone, someone has to fix the world you helped ruin-! I’m no fucking hero by a wide mile, but, e-even if it’s you-! I won’t let you get in the way-”

She faltered back a step, still too petrified to run. Her wrist ached from moments ago, proof that this was real, that someone she’d cherished so much was in front of her as-this.

Was fear why she wouldn’t run, really?

“Ohh, feisty. I like it when my prey puts up a struggle, y’know? Really lets me work out my frustration.” There’s a bite to his voice, covered by the ruse of aggression–in reality it was the unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach making him tense. Even she had been fooled by his act…

…Good. That meant that everyone else was too, because she was not a fool. She could see through his lie just now because she wasn’t a fucking idiot who took things at face value or assumed the best of everyone.

“You’re actually right about something. I searched for you on purpose.” His smile moved wider, a finger coming up to his chin. “Does that make you feel good? Knowing someone remembered little ol’ Miu Iruma, girl genius? Nishishishi. So let me take a guess. You’re wondering, ‘why’d he look for me?’ Is it so I can kill you? Is it so I can convert you? Or is it just to taunt an ol’ friend? Nah, that’s all basic bitch stuff.” His hands raised in a shrug, and he pulled them behind his head. His hair, stuffed into a short ponytail, hadn’t lost its natural wave–it wildly framed his face.

“I have a business proposition for you. I have a list of things I need made but it’s apparently too complicated for my resources. You’ll get whatever you want in return, but I’d be awfully disappointed if it was just a bunch of answers.” He snorted. “That look in your eyes… Yeah, you’d probably have a billion questions. Well, I’ll answer one of them right now in a show of ‘good faith’.

He stepped forward, calmly, until he was very much in range of her… but he didn’t touch her this time. He moved a hand as though he were taking off a mask, though nothing was covering his face. The smile dropped into something devoid of much emotion save for faint traces of his true feelings.

“I didn’t give up.”

The urge to throw herself at him, to claw him into her arms, to yell and scream obscenities with relief-it was very, very real, flashing in her eyes for but a moment. Get him out of this, get him home-

-but there was no telling how carefully he was being watched. The things they were making him do-and god, she’d skipped over any sort of disbelief already, hadn’t she, she knew what he showed her was real, or at least she had to believe it-it was a lot, a lot to entrust to any self-proclaimed trickster.

If she wasn’t careful, what else would they do to him?

“O-Of course you’d say that! If you think-I’ll believe you, so easily-then fucking prove it!”

She chose her words carefully, left the interpretation up to him. If he was the Kokichi she knew, she’d given him plenty of room to steer her to what he needed, and he could make something out of it.

“Gotcha.” Lips twisted wide as violet eyes leered into her. His hand held her left arm, pinned behind her just so that if she struggled, it was clear he knew exactly how to break it. His firm grip left little wonder.

In the fallout of the tragedy, Kokichi Ouma had gone missing… and surfaced later as a paragon of Despair. Gloating of his strength and engaging any governments in a game of cat and mouse, making a wild farce of anything and everything.

And here, he’d finally found one of his lost classmates; Miu Iruma. Hidden in a ‘safe zone’ and out here, walking around like she couldn’t be assed to just hide away. Was it too tempting to go get a damn booty call, or did she run out of her favorite scrap metals? It didn’t matter. All that did, was that he’d guessed her path correctly and made contact.

“So tell me. Are you really that arrogant that you think your precious little town is safe from Despair, or did ya get so bored without me that you had to find your own fun? I bet it was pretty quiet. I know I missed the horny bitch noises.” He snickered, and in a flash, he’d released her and stepped back a distance. “Just kidding~ I’ve got the world at my knees and you’re a dime a dozen.”

She wasn’t going to cry. Miu grit her teeth as the telltale sting welled up, hating how he still knew how to get to her after all this time.

“What’d they do to you? What do you want?! And why come to me now if you really think that?! You, you-” Her insides boiled at the sight of him, less for what he was saying, and more for what he’d become.

I thought you were stronger than this.

“-you gave up, s-so fuck off-!” Miu’s scream fizzled into a choked sob, “Someone, someone has to fix the world you helped ruin-! I’m no fucking hero by a wide mile, but, e-even if it’s you-! I won’t let you get in the way-”

She faltered back a step, still too petrified to run. Her wrist ached from moments ago, proof that this was real, that someone she’d cherished so much was in front of her as-this.

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The moment he prompted her to answer, she slanted her mouth against his, breath hot, eyes hooded.

“-This, first-”

Miu pulled at his shoulders for a hungry kiss, then slid her hands around to his chest and pushed off slightly with a smirk, giving her enough space to slide her body against his as she lowered to her knees: chest to chest, hips to hips, and down. Her thumbs hooked into his sweats and jerked them down so quickly that his cock jolted free right in front of her face. Her eyes followed it, lips parting, and she laved her tongue over one palm, then the other as she fondled her way into grasping around him, spreading the slick down to his balls, cupping them-

-and then, with her blue eyes wide open and fixed on his, she very deliberately angled his cock between her lips with one motion, then sank it deep into her throat with the next.

If he was going to punish her haste by taking away her ability to touch later, she’d have to touch him all she could now. She moaned around him, lashes fluttering with bliss, as she worked into a rhythm, sliding him along her tongue, into her throat, back and forth, her hands working all the while, tempted as she was to also play with herself.

She took him in until she felt a strain at the back of her throat, forced her eyes open to meet his again with adoration, and swallowed around him, letting her throat tighten and squeeze along his length.

It took some dusting away at the cobwebs of his mind to fully recognize the fragile and broken woman before them as the Miu Iruma he’d known so long ago. Even once he could piece together the broken picture frame and see the similarities, his gut violently refused–how could the loudmouth and haughty inventor be reduced to…

But no, she’d always had this weak spot within her; assertions of authority had a way of reducing her to a whimpering mess, so with Shuichi how he was now, Kaito could clearly see how she was mentally overpowered.

Before he could respond to Shuichi’s assertion of the task before them, the other had already stepped forward and decidedly scooped Miu up into his arms. Worried about her falling, Kaito hurried forward as well, hands ducking down underneath to receive the pass. He was relieved when she was easily passed to him; it seemed that he might’ve overreacted, but it was better safe than sorry.

Once she was in his arms, her degraded state made itself even more evident. Her skin was pale and cold, despite the flush in her cheeks. Her clothes were soiled and her body covered in grime. She whimpered as she was moved, face twisting in pain; his heart clenched.

He chose not to comment on her state, instead focusing on keeping her steady in his arms, as to not cause her any sudden additional pain. She wasn’t heavy, or at least, wasn’t at a weight where she would overburden his body. He felt confident in his ability to carefully transport her.

He decided to give her some comfort before the trip back to Shuichi’s office-bedroom began. “Don’t worry, we’ll patch you up. Just hang tight and the pain’ll be over soon.”

These placating words were acceptable, and also stirred a part of him that wished he could have said the same. It was too much, too hard to let light in what was so thoroughly locked up… No. He would leave those cobwebs for another day, perhaps never. Even if playing with fire every day could make it his last…

He unlocked the door again, this time stepping aside and motioning outward. A quick silencing gesture was given, then nothing else as the door was locked behind the haggard trio–Kaito leading in front, and Shuichi taking up the rear once more with reversed directions leading back to the office. A few eyes were on them this time, but they didn’t dare to tempt his temper–not when they figured he was keeping more pets.

A shard of insight into their minds reveals little, but they weren’t stupid. Shuichi kept his cards close…. and his friends closer. If he was holding onto Kaito, then it must be insurance–if he was holding onto Miu, then it must be doubly so. Brainwashing, use, control–all sorts of thoughts came to them, but the only relevant deduction was that whatever the case, do not interact. …Of course, not everyone shared the same desire to stay trouble-free–some felt entitlement.

Miu’s mouth moved, barely enough to form the slurring words that came, pleading:

“-don’t go, Shuh-Shuichi-” The hand that wasn’t dangling limply to the side caught itself on Kaito’s shirt, pulling herself upright to mumble something intended for another recipient in her delirium, her eyes hooded-

“-kiss me-p-please, like-like last time-” Her open lips quivered against Kaito’s as she sank forward, closing the distance, “Mmph...”

Hati drew back, and it felt like the air had been sucked out of her lungs with his retreat.

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“With a big mouth like that, I bet ya can.” He’d be cheeky about it out of mocking her braggadocio, but he couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he dug into his own plate. It’d be gone in half the time her’s was, even with her eating pretty damn fast too.

Hati’s smile faltered when she mentioned her ‘lab’. Horrible memories were beckoned by that simple, three-letter noun, and he turned away to toss the dishes in the sink so as to avoid making it that goddamn obvious. “Yeah, sure. I gotta ask though, ain’t it strange to call it a lab? Usually shit like chemicals and whatever is called by that but ya work on machines and shit, right?” Poorly worded, but he did his best to levy his confusion without drawing too much suspicion.

A quick flicker of irritation had her clicking her tongue, eyes rolling as she pushed another mouthful of egg in, chewing thoughtfully.

“O-Oh, but-you don’t have to come if you don’t wanna.” She normally wouldn’t have been so delicate in the composition of her remark, but, for some reason, even though she knew Hati seemed the type to be able to take her foul mouth, she didn’t want to unleash hell on him so early in the morning. Her irritation hadn’t been aimed at him, anyway, and yet-

“...Heh, at least not that way.”

Miu seated herself quickly (a little too quickly; her sore thighs keened in protest) and blinked up at him quickly before her mouth twisted into a mirthful trill of laughter at his anecdote.

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He barked out a laugh, unrestrained as she spoke so raunchy–and freely. It really was refreshing to have that around. It may be low hanging fruit as far as humor went, but he enjoyed no-holds-barred type of just saying whatever the fuck was on a person’s mind.

The wolf leaned in close, sharing the same air she exhaled. Her nervousness, her false bravado… He could smell it all, see it all; her cracked core seeped out in ways she definitely seemed to realize. Her vulnerability wasn’t lost on her–he could see that in how her body moved, ever so miniscule, to protect itself.

And he could see how she refused to give to it. Even a rabbit could be fearsome with its own teeth and claws, and she actively fought.

“Shouldn’t take me too long. I can fit a lot into my mouth at once, y’know.”

And other places too, she added inwardly, a distracting image of him bouncing her hard up and down in his lap playing across the insides of her eyelids like a steamy movie.

That made her thighs quiver, clench together, and she couldn’t quite meet his gaze as she ate her meal, the intensity of the looks he gave her sending her rabbit-fast heart racing.

True to her word, she finished her food quickly, idly picking a crispy bit out of her teeth with a prong of the fork.

His lips thinned, tugged down into a small frown at the revelation of her injuries. A broken rib was nothing to scoff at, and if left untreated… Well, it wouldn’t kill her, hopefully, but it most certainly would cause her a lot of pain if allowed to get worse. An inference could be made that since Shuichi was too busy to monitor her condition and ensure she was resting properly, having her in the same space as Kaito would allow for a more reliable set of eyes to watch over her.

He didn’t react to the opening of his cell in any manner–in the recent days, he’d been thinking less and less of looking for opportunities to escape, and in this particular situation, he was too focused on Miu’s condition to consider using this as a chance to get the upper hand. Even if Shuichi hadn’t accounted for that, it certainly played a hand in Kaito’s cooperativeness.

“Yeah, alright.” He nodded at the directions, making a mental note to convey as such to Miu when they reached the cell she was in. Being gagged seemed like it’d be more of a hassle than any of them would want, so hopefully she’d take the warning seriously.

He followed the next set of directions without comment, slipping in-between Shuichi and the door. He led the way out, but didn’t go far before hesitating. A strange feeling settled upon him as he realized this was the first time he’d left the room in… god, how long had it been? A month? Longer? Time had become too vague to actually gauge how much time had passed since his own capture.

He glanced back to Shuichi, opening his mouth, before remembering that he’d been ordered not to speak. He presumed asking for directions would probably fall under that, even though it was necessary. He closed his mouth and hoped that his confused look was enough to convey his need of guidance to the cells.

Like a veil, the moment the door was opened, nothing could be gleaned from his expression and he intended for it to be this way. Even the gratitude he felt as Kaito quickly aborted whatever he was about to say went unshown, though felt. It wasn’t much more than a heartbeat before he gave orders.

Right, forward, forward, left, halt. The door is unlocked now. Forward. Cell four, halt.

It always felt like it was someone else speaking, like a cruel mockingbird making a parody. It sounded just as humorless as such, too.

There were fewer guards than when Kaito was initially moved from these cells–this was intentional, and showed some merit to his trust of him and Miu. Before, when it’d been a case of moving the taller male… Well, he hadn’t trusted him. He’d cuffed his hands back then, and he almost wished he’d done the same now except for how inconvenient that would be. It’d defeat the purpose of any of this and he knew in his heart that his paranoia was irrational.

The heavy clank of the lock disengaging allowed the door to swing open, groaning as if it recounted the tales it’d seen, begrudging his will. Kaito was pushed forward rather than given an order this time–it was instinct to assess a situation before reacting and he needed him to get in the room so he could shut the door behind them and talk in relative peace.

“M-Miu, we’re going to move you. I brought Kaito to help you walk.”

Damn it, saying her name, he’d still tripped on the consonant like every syllable was a significant hurdle…

Hell, maybe it was.

“Kaito...” Her voice creaked as she forced herself upright, breath catching and a hand flying to her side as she tried to support herself. Through labored breaths a weary, fragile smile emerged. He didn’t look to be in terrible shape: maybe slightly disheveled, but...not hurt.

Shuichi hadn’t needed to hurt him. Hot shame flushed her cheeks as envy stirred her heart, and not even necessarily for the physical aspect of what that meant.

Her eyes drifted to Shuichi’s set and stony face. She longed to feel his hand on her cheek again, and her voice got away from her, panting around his name, feeling it roll across her tongue like she’d bitten into a capsule of ink and couldn’t do anything but drink its poison.

His name was all she managed, but she hoped it’d prompt him to speak to her, to give her heart something to hold onto.

“I, ahh, hnh-” The pain was great, and though she longed to bridge the distance, to beg for his touch, it seemed it’d have to wait until she was moved. “I-I’ll do anything-I’ll do what you say-”