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Death was approaching.

Fast. The pain was unbearable. It was worse than any heartbreak, any depression, any emotional pain. Nothing could compare to this. He wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. Tears began to fall. They felt like ice against his warm skin.  His vision began to blur. his vision began to blacken around the edges. And then it stopped. The pain was gone. Probably, he was dead.

It felt like nothing.

 There was something cold against his skin. Was he dead? Was he in heaven? He fidgeted at the discomfort of the cold, only to be responded with by the sharp clang of chains. His eyes opened. He could see now. He saw colors dance through his vision. Red and brown, mostly. That was a floor. There were shackles around his ankles. He could feel the iron around his wrists.  He looked up. He saw another color. 

Gold.

Placed with his legs straddling the chair and his stomach against what was supposed to be the back. Arms folded across the top with his head rested on them. He hadn’t moved. Hadn’t budged since he first took a seat. He watched the blood haired man struggle in his unconscious state. The man was now shackled.

The man was now his.

Hearing the other shuffle about, blue eyes flashed wider. Head had raised just an inch away from his arms. He contemplated the question for a moment. Why did he help the other? Was this really considered helping him? The blond only wanted him for himself. But from the eyes of another, this could, in some sort of way, look as if he was helping.

Good.

“I couldn’t just leave you there while you were withering in pain! I may be considered a bad person, but I’m not that bad.” With a small bit of force, he pushed himself off of the wooden chair. The sound of his footstep vibrated through the air.

 A dull throb began to form in his stomach. Where he was stabbed, he guessed. He couldn’t move. He was too weak to even try to free himself from this boy.

Where did the ground go? The only thing he could feel were strong arms around his back and knees. He could smell iron. It was all he could smell. The smell enveloped him, as if it were the person carrying him.  The arms felt so secure. They felt safe. Where were these feet taking him?

Without warning, an indescribable pain spread from his gut. Oh, it hurt. He wanted no more than to die. He could see his stomach. So much blood. 

It hurts.

He gasped for air. It hurt so much. It was hard to breathe. His body felt warm. Too warm. He grabbed at the bloodied shirt of the person carrying him. “Leave me,” his mouth choked out the words. He coughed out a little bit of blood in the process.  “I’m going to die, anyway.” 

It hurts.

The only thing he could feel was pain. It wouldn’t go away. It only got worse and worse. Please. Make it stop. He continued to grasp the shirt. He tried to form words. Nothing would leave his mouth. 

Still conscious? What a surprise. The male looked down at the other that had resided in his arms. A small smirk formed its way up to his bloody lips. Oceanic eyes now sparkled like the sea as he gazed into the others that had been filled with fear and surrender to the pain. Oh how it sent shivers all throughout his body. How it made his knees week.

How he just wanted a taste.

“How can I leave you in such a condition?” His smirk transformed into a small smile, a little too sweet of one. His words had oozed out like syrup. “You are not going to be dying on my watch.” Such words had no place coming from him. He should not be allowed to say such things. These were the words of a hero.

He was but an addict.

Pulling the red head closer to his chest, the boy had made sure to take every street he knew would be deserted. No one could interrupt him at such an important time.

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Blood.

Blood.

Blood.

Everywhere. Bodies were littered along the ground and against the walls. Exposed bones and unidentifiable faces. How many. How many lifeless bodies decorated that alley that night. All but one body remained motionless under the light of the moon. The figure lunged for him. Closer, closer. He was not able to move. He was not able to breathe. Maybe, if he just stood there, the figure would leave him alone.

But such was not the case. 

The figure was on top of him now. He could feel the blood seeping through his clothes, onto his back.

The stomach. The aim was for the stomach. Piercing deep through his body, though the stab obviously had shown a bit of hesitation. What... What was it... He really could not place his finger on it but.... inside he... He did not wish to kill this man.

Why?

Ah. That was why.

His tortured, pained expression. The hot tears that built up in his eyes. Oh how it sent a jolt through his spine. A shiver traced it’s way up his arms, creating goosebumps. Staring at such a face- the boy felt content. One hand pulled up, caressing the strangers cheek, staining the smooth skin with his own still warm blood. It was a sight to see.

With one light swift, the golden haired boy pulled the knife out. More blood seeped it’s way through the front of the strangers clothing. The male picked the red head up bridal style. This one was not going to get away.

(Nah that’s pretty much impossible. Kyo talks about you too much for me to forget XD But I'm catching what you’re throwing! ^-^

┓♬ ┗     Otoya had been wandering around the school for quite some time now-long enough to probably make Tokiya worry. Otoya just didn’t want to be stuffed in that room any longer. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with Tokiya and his busy schedule. 

  Otoya found his way to the courtyard, where he saw a blonde boy, mots likely Syo, practicing Soccer by himself. 

▒♔♪ ▒

Syo had been kicking the ball around to pass some time. He had finished all his homework quite a while ago and didn’t know what else to do. He definitely can not stay in his room unless he wants to be dressed in all sorts of “cute things”.

The blond just shivered at the thought.

(I don’t even know how you did it tbh. I’ve been against this ship from the start and now I’m like

“..........

well fuck”