He�s lost a lot of blood, but now that all the gashes are healed he should be fine. The regenerative power will speed up the process of replacing the blood he lost and tomorrow morning, if not tonight, he�ll be back in perfect condi--
Crack.
�tion.
I should have just killed Bladen when I had the chance. Because if I had, then he wouldn�t have grabbed me by the collar just now and pulled me back as hard as he could. And I wouldn�t have been thrown completely off balance, fallen backwards and hit the back of my head on the stone floor as I did so. Also, my head wouldn�t be pounding like it is now and I wouldn�t be pinned by him.
�Get the fuck off of me,� I half say, half growl, vehemently wishing to be given a chance to pound his face in, �now, before I kill you.�
�You always did play hard to get,� he muses, completely ignoring the threat and brushing a few stray strands of hair out of my face instead.
�What, you don�t think I�ll do it?�
�You�re the one who used force first. I just followed suit.� Bladen punctuates this with a light kiss, continuing with the non-direct answers, and I�
Well, I�ve had enough of this shit.
He doesn�t look the least bit worried, even though the barrel of the gun is pressed against his chest. He doesn�t believe I�ll do it, and as such he has to push me further.
�You know you won�t pull that trigger,� he says with a slight smirk, though it fades slightly when my outraged expression doesn�t change in the least, �you couldn�t handle it. Killing your former--�
Bang.
�Don�t you dare underestimate me,� I hiss, shoving him back with one hand, �don�t go telling me what I will and won�t do.�
I�d laugh at that expression of shock if I wasn�t so pissed off.
�You�re nothing to me now, you hear me? I don�t give a fuck about what you think; we�re over, we�ve been over, and I�ll never want you back.� He�s struggling to stand, so I slam a boot down over the bullet wound in his chest, smirk spreading at the resulting hiss of pain, �And next time I see you, if you insist on being such a bitch, I will shoot you in the face.�
That was that, and here I am, walking down the street with Adel slung over one shoulder, gun still gripped tightly in my hand. It�s a pity I didn�t aim for any vital organs when I shot Bladen, but oh well. He should have a slow death anyway. Maybe I�ll work on that next time I see him.
Ugh, no more thinking. My head is killing me.
Harada all but tackles me when I stumble in, and Sora takes Adel off my hands, allowing me to collapse into Harada�s arms. I�m not too sure how I made it here without blacking out, but I don�t think the blow was hard enough to warrant worrying over a concussion, as I didn�t. Harada seconds this, suggests I sleep the large, annoying, headache I�ve acquired off, and proceeds to carry me down to the basement. He lays me down and says something about getting tea, but I�ll be asleep by the time he gets back. So he�ll end up next to me like he was this morning and refuse to leave my side until I wake up.
I wouldn�t have it any other way.
