�Get off me,� I order, not particularly looking forward to where this is going, �now.� Just as I expected, there�s no verbal answer; he decides not to waste words and instead captures my lips with bruising force.
You know, at first I planned to play along (�I hate you, and you know it, but let�s pretend I want to go through with this anyway�), because if there was any doubt in his mind I wasn�t suffering, he wouldn�t force himself to keep this up. But as the memories of what happened last time I found myself at someone else�s mercy like this unbury themselves, I suddenly find that�s really difficult. So instead I introduce my fist to his jaw. He just grabs my wrist and smirks.
�Heh, what�s the matter, De-kun?�
�You don�t like it when you�re not in control, do you? Poor thing.�
�Don�t call me that,� I order in a low, dangerous tone, �you haven�t the right.�
"Of course. Only your dear Kiyo does. Maybe I should find out what�s so special about him, since he�s obviously stolen your heart.�
�Leave him out of this,� I snap with a superheated glare that could melt steel, �I�ll kill you if you so much as look at him!�
�I found your weakness,� he says in quiet tone so thick with malice it makes me shiver, �I found it, and I�ll exploit it.�
�Don�t you da--�
�Hush now�� Arashi murmurs, interrupting my demand with a light kiss, �Maybe if you quit fighting he won�t have to suffer so.�
�That is what you want, isn�t it? You want the one closest to you to be safe.�
�Don�t touch me,� I growl weakly, failing miserably at fighting both him and the memories off, �leave me alone��
�The less you fight, the sooner it�ll be over.� I hear Arashi and Ishiro�s voice merged as one and as memory turns into reality briefly, I can feel Ishiro retracing all the cuts he�s inflicted on my body as Arashi leaves a trail of feather-light kisses down the side of my neck.
�Stop it!� I yell, thrashing around in an attempt to free a hand to hit and/or shove him back with, �Get the fuck off me!� The intensifying resistance seems to catch him off-guard somewhat, but he�s not about to give up now that he�s heard the fear edging into my voice. My air supply is suddenly and harshly cut off as he somehow manages to get a tight hold of my throat.
�Well, I suppose I�ll have to get rough with you for that.�
�You wouldn�t be in so much pain if you had just listened. But it�s a bit late for that, isn�t it? Shall we move on?�
�No!� I manage to choke out in a strangled cry, not entirely sure if I�m yelling at Arashi or Ishiro�s haunting voice that�s currently echoing through my mind. The former merely tightens his grip, making me flinch, as he picks up the dagger he�d stabbed through my shoulder earlier.
�I wouldn�t advise doing that.�
The tight grip on my throat loosens enough so that I can breathe again and I gasp, coughing as air is suddenly returned to me. Glancing up, I see that Kiyo was the one who spoke. He and Azami look like they had a fight of their own, but Azami is in far worse condition. Not only does he have a gun to his head, but the right side of his face is badly bruised and there�s blood pouring from a gash on his forehead besides. Poor boy got the side of his head smashed into a headstone with relative force.
Told you Kiyo could be vicious.
He and Arashi stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. He could easily kill me before Kiyo could do anything, but the moment he tries is the moment the trigger is pulled and Azami dies as well. And as much as Arashi would like to be rid of me, he won�t let Azami be killed in the process.
So, in the end, he and Azami left (or rather, he carried Azami off) without further incident, and I managed to make it back to Kiyo�s apartment before I broke down in tears when he asked me if I was all right.
