There�s light in my face.
A stream of sunlight is shining directly in my face and it�s fucking annoying. My body also aches in about a dozen different places, probably bleeding from all of them as well, and I still can�t see straight.
Someone�s going to die for this.
The good thing is that I�m not in Raidien or anywhere near it. The bad thing is that I�m in an abandoned church no one goes near anymore for any reason, pinned to a giant stone cross. The morning sunlight (have I really been out that long?) that�s currently annoying me is streaming in through the stained glass window to my left, and if I could move my arm, I�d throw something to break it. Not that doing so would help, but destroying something would make me feel marginally better right now.
However, as I wonder why I woke up for the second time without a shirt, I find that my arms happen to be tied to the arms of the cross with what appears to be fishing line.
Well, so I don�t know what it is, but it isn�t wire, it isn�t any type of string, and it�s not rope, so sue me if that�s the only suitable explanation I can come up with.
It�s tied so tight, especially around my wrists, it seems, that it�s sliced through the skin in some places, and where it hasn�t, it�s beginning to cut off circulation.
There�s also a dagger (mine to be exact, god damn it), through my stomach to further prevent me from going anywhere or even thinking about it. I�m not worried about bleeding to death, as the power I got from Ara has healed the wound for the most part. But it can�t heal it all the way due to the fact the knife is still there and it hurts like a bitch. Not to mention the slightest movement opens it up again.
I think it�s safe to say I�m not going anywhere for a while, and I hardly doubt anyone that comes looking for me for whatever reason is going to track me down soon.
Well fuck.
The door creaks open, and I half expect it to be Ara, but of course it�s the red-haired jerk. The smirk reappears on his face as he notices that I�ve decided to return to the world of the living.
�I do apologize for leaving you,� he says with sarcastic courtesy, �but I had to go make up something to tell them so they wouldn�t come looking and interrupt.�
Before I can stop myself, I do the stupid thing and ask, �Interrupt what?� This leads to me having to put up with that predatory grin again and I make a mental note to shoot myself later. Bladen pauses in front of me, and I continue to prove what an idiot I really am by opening my mouth to ask�something.
See, I forgot what it was because I suddenly find myself being subjected to a forceful deep kiss. Yea, you would have forgotten whatever insult it was too.
As a matter of fact, I still can�t think well enough to form words, though I do manage a death glare. It�s better than nothing, I suppose. Of course, it only leads to me getting in more trouble.
�What�s the matter, Neko-kun?� A hand idly trails up and down my bare chest as he speaks, the light touch sending shivers through me, �Are you mad because I�m not your dear Arashi?�
�Shut up,� I manage through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the fact that one of his hands was slowly slipping lower, �you don�t have any right to talk about him, and sure as hell don�t have the right to call me that.�
�Heh, that�s no way to talk to someone you�re at the mercy of, Adel,� he smirks, leaning against the dagger purposely as he leans in for another kiss, �you�ll get yourself hurt.� I suddenly remember I still have use of the lower half of my body and send a kick into his stomach (wishing I�d aimed a little lower) before he gets any closer.
�Serves you right, you son of a--ah!� The dagger�s ripped out of my stomach roughly and�and why the fuck did I get a dagger with a serrated side? I hiss a few choice words and look up in time to see a furious pair of emerald eyes staring into mine.
�I suppose if you�re going to act like that, I�ll have to do something about it. Maybe kill you. Then you wouldn�t remember anything and you�d have to take my word for it.� God, I hate that smirk.
My arms are free, but next thing I know I�m pinned to the floor with a dagger through my throat. He�s leaning over me and twists the dagger as it�s pulled out (to cause more damage, of course), but the flow of blood gushing out of my throat slows, then stops after a few seconds. Bladen notes this with annoyance.
�You heal even faster than Ara does. Killing you would be too much work after all. However, inducing enough blood loss to ensure you can�t fight back, well, I can handle that.�
I�m not sure how long he went slasher-movie villain on me, but I do know that it seems like it was an eternity and that I can�t even breathe without one of the various gashes or cuts sharply reminding me they�re there. Some of the less serious ones are already fading into scars, but the pain refuses to fade at all. I don�t have the energy to care anymore. I don�t have the energy to summon up a death glare upon receiving a deep, definitely unwanted kiss, either.
He�s saying something, my half-conscious mind registers that much, though it doesn�t bother to decipher the words that were said. Sleep sounds good right now, I think, and I let my head fall to the side; though he�s having none of that and grabs my jaw and tilts my head up for a kiss. Muttering something along the lines of � Stop that, you god damn bastard,� which is ignored, I glare at him through half-closed eyes before glancing to the side so I don�t have to see that sadistic smirk anymore.
The pain, which was finally starting to dull, is suddenly sharp again. He�s laying on me now, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses down the side of my neck. I shudder and try to pull away, though my body doesn�t want to cooperate right now. But somehow the most annoying thing out of all this is the fact that his weight on me is causing all the half-healed cuts and slashes to throb painfully.
And I don�t know what just the hell happened, but I think I heard a gunshot and now he�s suddenly standing, glaring at whoever�s off to the right. I�d look, or at least try to figure out what was being said, but I just realized I don�t care that much, so long as he�s not on top of me. Sleep sounds like an infinitely good idea, or at least a better one than drifting in and out of consciousness like I�m starting to, so enter the fade to black�
