Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness of the Heart ❯ Chapter 1: Growing Darker ( Chapter 1 )

Darkness of the Heart

 

Tamahome awoke in a cold sweat. His muscles ached and he felt exhausted and stiff. He dropped a hand over his eyes. Another night of blackouts and sleeplessness had left him feeling ill and worn. The sun was glaring in through his window. The early morning rays filled his room and made him want to vomit. He hefted himself off the bed and hobbled over to the curtains, tugging them down violently.

 

"When the hell did I open them?" He wondered out loud. "Damn!" He stretched his arms over his head and stared at the curtain as if it would do something interesting. He rubbed his eyes and headed out to the kitchen.

 

Tasuki groaned as morning came, he hadn't slept a wink. He was stiff and aching all over, and his head felt like someone had dropped the palace on it. Not being a morning person anyway, Tasuki decided to stay in bed for as long as he could, but the sounds of the palace coming to life outside his door changed his mind. Maybe today they would come up with a plan to get Ji tracked down and punished for her crimes, maybe today they would decide where to begin looking for Miaka and Kouji. Maybe today he could get an answer as to why Tamahome had done what he had the night before.

 

He rolled out of bed, hissing in pain as his legs strained to hold him. As fast as he usually healed, it shouldn't take long for the strained muscles to fix themselves. His backside, however, was an entirely different matter. With as much of his usual swagger as he could muster, he made his way to the dining room for some breakfast. His belly had been empty for several days, well not empty, just without food. He was ravenous. Maybe he could eat and then decide if he wanted to ask about last night.

 

He had a feeling he wouldn't but decided to try it anyway.

 

Tamahome's appearance outside of his room earned him a cheerful good morning from the two maids that were fixing breakfast and a gentle smile from Hotohori who was sitting at the table. "It's good to see you out and about, Tamahome." He commented.

 

Tama's only response was an awkward smile and an exchanged greeting. This was the kind of treatment he had been getting lately and it was just preferable to stay in his room.

 

He grabbed a slice of bread and sat down at the table, sighing.

 

Tasuki came in through the doors and something flashed in his mind, something confusing and strange. The scene was gone before he could make much out, but it looked like a bath. He shook it to the back of his mind and gave Tasuki a weak smile. "Good morning."

 

Tasuki stiffened and edged around the room, going to the opposite side of the table and taking the kneeling pillow nearest to Hotohori. Tamahome seemed almost normal, almost as if the night hadn't happened. He tried to look casual, to act natural, but he was nervous. "G-g" he coughed to clear his throat, which was still raw from screaming the night before. "Good mornin', Tamahome-san."

 

He immediately turned to Hotohori; "You bakas decide when we c'n start out after Mi-chan an' th' bitch?"

 

Hotohori sniffed gracefully, "We are still sorting out the details, please be patient. I know you wish to get Miaka back more than anyone, but we must not go about this half-cocked."

 

Tasuki growled and turned to his plate, allowing a maid to put food in front of him. He kept his eyes on his food, eating as fast as he could in an effort to retreat to the safety of his room once more.

 

"Tamahome-san?" Tama frowned and was going to ask what was wrong, but then SHE came up, and he cast his gaze down at the single slice of bread in front of him.

 

"We'll get Miaka back, Tasuki." It was the first full sentence he had spoken in a long time.

 

Tasuki flicked a glance at Tamahome, "Yeah. I'll get her back.” Then returned his gaze to Hotohori. “I'm sick a these stupid games, Hotohori! There's any number a things what them bastards could be doin' to her. You c'n sit here an' plan. I'm gonna get her back."

 

He shoved to his feet, wincing as the strain on his legs reminded him why he shouldn't have done that, and glared at Tamahome once more. "I'll see ya's when I get back." and stalked, as well as he could, out of the room.

 

Tamahome excused himself from the room and chased after Tasuki. "Tasuki! Wait up!" He ran down the hallway and reached out to grab Tasuki's wrist. The shock was almost electrifying. There was a pain in his head and a memory at the edge of his vision. He winced and put his hand to his head. "I-I just wanted to say that, you shouldn't go alone." He said, finally letting go of Tasuki's arm and feeling the pain ease.

 

Tasuki nearly jumped out of his skin when he realized that Tamahome was coming after him. He kept doggedly refusing to turn around, lest Tamahome see the fear and worry in his eyes and ask about it. Tamahome had grabbed him almost directly over top of a bruise; he flinched back keeping his eyes away from Tamahome's. "I-I'll be okay, don't worry 'bout it. I c'n handle goin' after her." he stepped back a bit, putting an arm's length between them.

 

Tamahome looked up; an expression of hurt mixed with frustration on his face. "What's got YOU acting so strange?" He asked, "Miaka will be fine, and if she isn't, I had nothing to do with what Ji was planning."

 

It was the first time he had said her name.

 

"Why would I have helped her if I knew what she was planning?" Tears were threatening to come to his eyes, the faces of his siblings flashed in front of his vision. And the screaming was coming back. He put his fingers to the bridge of his nose and knitted his brow.

 

Tasuki kept his mouth shut, not wanting to answer Tamahome's question. Then, sighed and patted Tamahome's back. "I know Tama-chan. I know." he growled and hugged Tamahome, trying to ease his hurt. "Shh, don't cry. I know ya didn't know, an' I'm sorry fer what happened." He patted Tamahome's back again, unaccustomed to comforting someone.

 

Tamahome let Tasuki put his arms around him. Being held felt good; the press of Tasuki's arms around him and the scent of ash that lingered on him when you got close enough were addictive. He smiled and put his arms around Tasuki, too. He felt good to hold, in fact, he felt fucking amazing to hold in his arms. Suddenly the scent of his skin was something he wanted to taste. His eyes widened then narrowed and the smile turned to a sneer. His fingers dug into Tasuki's back.

 

"I'm glad you're sorry, but not sorry enough." He threw Tasuki into the wall they stood next to, and stood with his hands on his hips in front of him. A sickening laugh eased past the sneer he wore on his face. His eyes glinting a strange color.

 

Tasuki gasped and bit back a cry when he was violently shoved against the wall. "What th' fuck? One minute, yer on th' verge a fuckin' tears, next yer all tryin' t'hurt me! What th' HELL is wrong with ya?" He slid to the side, trying to ease his way passed Tamahome and get a running start. It would hurt like hell, but it would be better than taking the chance of last night repeating itself. Especially since he was still very tender.

 

"What's the matter, Tasuki? Does it hurt to be betrayed by a friend?" He saw Tasuki moving cautiously to the side and he reached out and grabbed his tunic, pulling him back to face him and pressing a rough kiss on his lips.

 

Fuck, fuck, fuck! No! Not fuck, damn! Damn, damn, damn! What the hell was he going to do to get out of this? He jerked his head to the side, tearing his lips away. "Stop! Please, we're in the hallway for fuck's sake!" He shoved against Tamahome's chest, trying desperately to get out of his hold. "Not again! Ya fuckin' hurt me last time."

 

Sou wrapped his other arm around Tasuki's waist, keeping him from moving. "Hurt you? But I didn't do anything you didn't ask for." His eyes gleamed. "And besides, I think you liked it." He slid his hand up to Tasuki's neck and then slipped his fingers under Tasuki's tunic. His hot skin caused blood to rush to his sex.

 

Tasuki gasped and tried to squirm away, "What th' heck is wrong with ya? You seemed fine a bit ago; ya even acted normal fer a minute! What th' hell? By th' way, I was drunk, baka! Ya fuckin' took advantage a me!" he shoved away, moving to the railing and out of reach for the moment.

 

Sou smiled, casually putting his hand in his pocket and strolling towards Tasuki. "You can tell yourself what you want, but you still begged me to fuck you." He glanced around, indicating the empty hallway. "And what's so bad about the hallway? Worried one of your seishi brother's might find out how perverse you are?" He inched towards Tasuki, slowly.

 

Tasuki leaned against the railing, watching the sky. "Anybody could come along! Ya really don't give a damn if'n somebody walks up on ya fuckin' th' hell out of a man? Yer seriously fucked up, Tamahome-san." He purposely ignored the jab about begging last night; he didn't want to remember that part.

 

Sou reached up and slid his finger down the line of Tasuki's jawbone. He licked his lips, as he ran the tip of the finger over Tasuki's mouth and down to his neck. "So, the only problem you have it that someone might see." He kept Tasuki within arm's reach, his finger continuing to caress Tasuki's neck. Then his fingers jabbed into Tasuki's throat and gripped painfully hard. His soft smirk shot up and bordered on a mad grin. "I can solve that!" He laughed and sent Tasuki crashing through the nearest door.

 

Tasuki was airborne before he could blink, he choked and gasped as he tried to regain the breath that had been shocked out of him due to Tamahome's pinching hold on his throat. He stared up from the floor of a small library, fear and the knowledge that he was about to be in serious trouble seeped into his brain. He shot to his feet, looking wildly around for an escape.

 

Sou's shadowy figure stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed. He was enjoying watching Tasuki squirm almost enough to leave him alone, but not quite. "It'll be ok, Tasuki." He said and stepped into the doorway, pushing closed the broken skeleton of a door he had left. "We're out of the hallway now, feel better?"

 

Tasuki froze. Fear mixed with desire thrummed through his body, causing his yoku to blaze fiery red. He clapped a hand over his shirt-covered forearm. "No, now this gives ya the chance t'touch me. I ain't g-got time fer this! I gotta go save my Mi-chan!"

 

"Miaka?" he scoffed. "Isn't that cute? A fucking uke who thinks he's in love with a girl." He kicked aside a splintered plank of wood. "Wonder what she would do if she knew how you really liked it?" His eyes widened in a jovial smile. "Hey, maybe I should tell her." He snickered.

 

He stepped closer, slowly creeping up on his trapped pray. "That would be if she wasn't already dead." Sou's body visibly started trembling. "Like everyone else. Screaming. Screaming in my head." He was getting closer, "Day," Stepped closer, "Night." closer still. "Everyone, Tasuki." His hand shot out and grabbed a clump of Tasuki's hair. His fingers tightened in it and he drug Tasuki's head close to his mouth. "NON-FUCKING STOP, TASUKI!" His grin was insane again, his eyes wild.

 

Tasuki visibly flinched, "I know," he whispered. "I know it never stops, cause I hear them too." he closed his eyes, pushing the tears back. "I see her face, Tama, I see the blood. I feel it drowning me and I can't make it stop. Sake drowns it out, that's why I was drunk last night." He cocked his eyes at Tamahome, the only way he could see his face.

 

Tamahome flinched; a confused, frightened look twisted his features. "Tasuki." he said meekly, and let go of the hair he had gathered in his fist, softly pushing Tasuki's face towards his. His gray-blue eyes searched Tasuki's, then flicked to the small parted lips, inches from his own. He guided Tasuki's mouth closer to his and pressed a gentle kiss to soft lips.

 

Tasuki sighed, allowing the soft kiss. "J-just don't say anything to her. Don't tell her what you... don't tell her. Oh, please." he whispered against Tamahome's lips, pleading, begging, grasping at hope. "You can... do whatever, just... please don't tell her what you did to me." his voice cracked, sad golden eyes pleading.

 

A wicked grin tugged at the corner of his mouth and a stifled chuckle broke the softness. Sou clenched his fist and hit Tasuki hard in the jaw, sending him sliding across the floor. Within seconds he was on top of him again. Sou straddled Tasuki's hips and leaned down and licked at the red spot he had just made.

 

He cupped a hand to his jaw then let it travel to the back of his head to inspect the bump that was forming. "Stop fuckin' throwin' me around! I ain't no fuckin' rag doll!" His tirade was silenced as Tamahome sat on his belly and licked his cheek. He flinched and tried to scoot back. "W-what, now? Yer not gonna... not now, na?"

 

"But you just gave me permission." he smirked. Sou leaned over Tasuki's body and puffed a sigh over the skin he just licked. With one hand he held Tasuki's hands down, the other tore open his shirt, revealing Tasuki's long tan torso. He brought his teeth to Tasuki's skin and nipped his chest, running his tongue over the sore spots from last night and the ones he was freshly making.

 

Growling at the reminder, Tasuki decided to fight back. He lay limp, trying to ignore the bites and licks that demanded he respond. He stared to the side, waiting for it to be over.

 

"Not fighting any more?" Sou pouted. "That's no fun." He ran his finger down Tasuki's belly to his pants and slid his palm down to cup Tasuki's cock. "Doesn't mean I'm not gonna fuck your brains out, though" He stroked Tasuki through the fabric.

 

Tasuki clenched his teeth, fighting back his body's response but loosing. His hips started to arch into Tamahome's touch, but he growled and forced himself to stay still. "Just don't tell her. That's all I ask. Fuck me until you get sick of me, just don't tell her." He turned his face to look at Tamahome, his jaw tight.

 

"Oh I won't Tasuki, cross my heart." He dragged his warm tongue over Tasuki's nipple and swathed a wet circle around it, then blew gently until it perked up. Sou flicked his tongue over it and rolled the tip between his lips. Nipping and licking the delicate flesh with his teeth and tongue. He shot a deeply lustful gaze up at Tasuki. "You trust me right?"

 

Tasuki growled deep in his chest, biting his lip to keep a pleasured sound from escaping. "I trust ya like this almost as far as I c'n throw ya. I trust Tamahome; you ain't him. He'd never touch me like this. The real Tamahome already said he didn't want me." He narrowed his eyes on Tamahome's face. "Are ya another fuckin' demon? Someone else what is wearin' Tama's face? Who are ya?!"

 

He smiled, "Idiot." Sou brought his hand up and undid the tie to Tasuki's pants, loosening the fabric and slipping under it. "A demon would at least try to imitate me, right?" He licked a moist trail up Tasuki's collarbone and bit the nape of his neck as he fit his fist around Tasuki's length, never letting his eyes loose Tasuki's gaze.

 

Tasuki bit his lips again, swallowing back the whine that had almost come out. "N-not really. L-last time th'demon k-kissed me. Tamahome wouldn't do that." His head tipped back, body straining to keep still. "Fuck, why are ya doin' this?"

 

"I told you, I want your screams to still my mind." He rubbed the tip of Tasuki's cock with his thumb, and stroked the length smoothly. He nipped up Tasuki's neck to his ear and dipped his tongue inside, biting the lobe.

 

"Wanna hear something ironic?" Sou's lips curled up into the now familiar wicked grin. "Tamahome DID just kiss you, it's me who would never do that."

 

Tasuki shot a glare down at Tamahome. "Yer off yer cart! Ya went mad! Oh fuck!" he struggled, planting one foot on the floor and rolling them over. He got to his feet and made to dash out the door. Unfortunately, his speed was useless if he didn't have a moment to gather his energy.

 

Sou glared up at the ceiling before he too got to his feet and gave chase. "Tasuki-chan," he sang out merrily as he roamed the hallway. "*Doko da ka?"

 

Tasuki tore down the hall, searching out a safe place to hide. One hand fisted the front of his pants, holding them closed. He darted out into the gardens, hiding himself in a gazebo nearby. His breath wheezed out, fear and elation thrummed through him. He wanted it, wanted Tamahome, but his pride wouldn't allow him to go down without a fight.

 

Sou passed a few rooms and found no red-haired bandit, but when he glanced outside he got lucky. He saw the shock of red fire, garishly burning in the sunlight. Standing in the white gazebo with the sunlight streaming down on him, Tasuki looked amazing. Sou licked his lips and smirked, he would have him if he had to kill him first to make him stay still. He pushed open the door to the gardens and took a few steps to where his prey stood, panting. "*Mitsuke ta" He growled.

 

Tasuki whirled; skin flushed and out of breath, hands still clutching his pants closed. Sou stood just outside the gazebo, a sadistic smirk on his lips. He glanced over the railing at the lake then back to Sou. He gulped; he and Tamahome had a history with this particular gazebo and the lake as well. Now that Tamahome had lost his mind, Tasuki wanted to be as far from water as possible. His dunk last night had heightened his fear of water.

 

"Fuck."

 

Sou smiled cheerily, "Soon Tasuki-chan," the smile darkened, "As soon as you get tired of running." He hopped up onto the gazebo's first step. Came up the second and third just as deliberately, "You sure did pick a nice, open spot." He winked at him, "And after all that talk about the hallway." He shrugged his shoulders and closed the rest of the space.

 

Tasuki's knees started to shake in anticipation, his mouth went dry and he backed up against the railing. "I-I didn't p-pick..." then he realized that it did seem as if he picked a beautiful spot, almost as if he had come here with seduction on his mind. "It ain't like that." he whispered, dropping is eyes to the floor of the gazebo, noticing a blanket that someone had forgotten. His head shot up, hoping Tamahome hadn't seen it.

 

Sou followed Tasuki's glance downward and smirked. "That's sweet of you Tasuki, but I think I'd rather take you right here, looking out at the water." A sadistic gleam shone in his eyes at the word. He placed his palm on Tasuki's shoulder and smoothed down his ripped tunic to the hand that clutched at his pants. "Be a good boy and let go for me?” He winked at him again.

 

Tasuki gulped and allowed his hand to open, the pants falling from his grip. What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he fighting this? He wanted it. Wanted, needed, craved this, almost to the point of insanity. "Fine, I gave ya my promise even if'n ya ain't gonna keep yers."

 

Sou felt the rest of the way down to Tasuki's cock, picked up where he was so rudely interrupted and began pumping Tasuki's length with his fist. He licked at Tasuki's ear and pulled his hand down the front of his own pants.

 

Tasuki sat back against the railing, one hand in Tamahome's pants. He marveled at the softness of his erection. Velvet encased steel, hot and thick in his palm. His head felt light, almost as if he were about to pass out. He moved his hand slowly, feeling out the ridges and veins with his fingers. His breath huffed out and he gulped down a moan, his entire body heating from simply the feel of Tamahome hard and hot in his palm, never mind the fist stroking his own erection.

 

He panted for a new reason now. Now he was aroused and wanting.

 

"That's better." Sou breathed out over Tasuki's neck, leaning down and running his tongue over to his hardened nipple, unrelenting in his stroking and rubbing of Tasuki's erection. He slid his free hand over Tasuki's grip around his cock and guided him faster.

 

"Do you want some milk, Tasuki? I promise you, you'll like this kind." One hand slid up to Tasuki's shoulder and nudged him down.

 

Tasuki looked up at Tamahome from his kneeled down position, curiosity shining in his eyes. He glanced at his hand, gripped in Sou's, as it stroked his erection. He licked his lips, leaning forward slowly; eyes still glued to Sou's green ones.

 

A sneering smirk lifted the corner of Sou's mouth. "Tell me you haven't wanted my cock in your mouth, dreamed of sucking down my cum, and I won't make you." He eased his hips forward, waiting.

 

Tasuki pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Sou's cock, wetting his lips with the precum that had pearled at the slit. He licked his lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Why would I lie to ya?" He flicked the tip of his tongue out over the sensitive underside of Sou's cock, then parted his lips around the head. He sucked gently, unsure of what exactly he was doing.

 

A humming sigh growled in Sou's throat and he smiled down at Tasuki, "More." He demanded and grabbed hold of Tasuki's shoulders guiding him back and fourth.

 

Tasuki mewed around his mouthful, but opened his lips wider to allow Sou deeper into his mouth. He closed his eyes, pretending that this was Tamahome who wanted pleasure from him, not Sou. He suckled harder, swirling his tongue around the tip and swallowing when the head pressed against the back of his throat. He moaned, sending vibrations into Sou's cock.

 

Sou moaned, moving his hand to grip in Tasuki's hair and pushing him further. "Fuck, Tasuki, you're swallowing me whole." He chuckled, the cool sadistic tone still in his voice. "You must have wanted this more than I thought."

 

He leaned his head back and the sun warmed his face. Tamahome opened his eyes wide and then squinted at the sun. He brought his hand up to shield his eyes, but there was something much more urgent. He glanced down unable to keep the shock out of his eyes, despite the waves of pleasure that surged through him. "Tasuki?!" He yelped.

 

His nose pressed into Sou's pubic hair, Tasuki swallowed hard as he stroked his own cock in time with the movement of his mouth. He opened his eyes and glanced up. The tone of voice Sou had used caused a frown of confusion to crease his brow, but the look of shock on Sou's face worried him. He let go of his own dick and pulled back slowly, allowing him to watch as each inch slipped free from his mouth.

 

“Change yer mind, Sou?” He was curious; Sou looked genuinely shocked. That didn't fit. He'd just been saying something about knowing Tasuki had wanted it and then, seconds later, he was shocked and confused? “Wait, what's up with you? One minute yer all `I'm going to fuck you stupid' and th' next ya stare at me like ya just realized I was here. Why couldn't that a happened last night a'fore ya left me t'clean up th' mess we made?”

 

Tamahome winced, one moment he was in the hallway with Tasuki and now... His cheeks flushed red and he took a step back, shaking his head. "What are you talking about? And what the hell are you doing?" He was frozen. Confusion and fear held him in place.

 

Tasuki quirked a brow. "Are ya okay? Ya told me to do it." he grumbled as he got to his feet, tying his pants closed. Confusion and embarrassment warred for dominance.

 

Confusion won.

 

"Okay, wait, wait. Ya did this before. We was talkin' in th' hall an' ya just went nuts. Ya threw me through a door, Tama, then ya chased me out here. I was..." he looked at the ground and kicked the forgotten blanket out of the gazebo into the lake as quickly as he could. "Err, doing what ya said do. Ya told me ya'd tell Mi-chan 'bout last night if'n I didn't."

 

"Miaka? I threw you, where? Told.." Tamahome shook his head; too many questions and nothing made sense. What was Tasuki talking about? He flung a hand to his head, a terrible headache crashed on him. He couldn't hear anything and the sun was too bright. Whispers in his mind escalated to screams. What was Tasuki doing?

 

"What are you doing, Tasuki?" Sou's eyes narrowed at Tasuki, warning him. "You think you're done?" He grabbed Tasuki's hair, clenching his fist and tightening his grip to the point of pain. He forced the redhead down to his waist. "Open up, Tasuki." A sadistic grin spread across his lips. "Come on, swallow it!" He demanded.

 

Tasuki's eyes went wide as he was once more shoved to his knees; he opened his mouth to ask what had happened only to get a mouthful of Sou's cock once more. He glared up at Sou through narrowed eyes, but allowed him to fuck his mouth. He kept a close eye on Sou's face, watching for the change in character now that he knew what was happening.

 

Tamahome had split. Somewhere in his mind he had split, and this was what had come of it. He growled unconsciously around Sou's cock, sucking him harder in hopes of getting Tamahome to come back.

 

Sou grinned down at him, urging Tasuki on, pushing the back of Tasuki's head closer and faster. "That's right Tasuki, hate me, go ahead. It feels fucking great. What kind of slut would let someone they hate fuck their mouth?" He laughed through a wince of pleasure. "Mmm Tasuki, you're gonna make me cum. But you want that, don't you; you want my cock to erupt in your mouth, my cum sliding down your throat. Fucking slut." Sou clenched his other hand in Tasuki's hair and pushed in deeper.

 

Tasuki made a startled sound in the back of his throat but it was shoved back as Sou shoved his cock down his throat. He nearly gagged when Sou pushed too deep, but swallowed back the urge. Sou would probably let him drown in his own bile if he choked before Sou came. He gripped Sou's hips, trying to lessen the depth of the thrusts. His efforts were in vein and tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. He begged silently for it to end, his eyes pleading for mercy.

 

The look of agony on Tasuki's face made Sou's grin widen. If he weren't getting off on the feeling of Tasuki's hot mouth around him, then that look would have done it alone. He plunged in deep and quickened the pace. He was close. He kept up the thrusts, deep and hard, pushing and pulling Tasuki's hair faster. His cock throbbed and he could feel the swelling orgasm pushing at his edge. "I'm coming, Tasuki!" He rasped as the hot liquid shot out. He held Tasuki's mouth in place, his cock reaching deep into Tasuki's throat. "Drink up, Tasuki." He sneered.

 

Tasuki coughed around the thick cum that spurted down his throat, swallowing only to keep from drowning in it. His cheeks burned in mortification as the sneering comment reached his ears. He had just sucked Sou's dick, given him orgasm, and still was not good enough for a kind word. He swallowed the last of the thick goo making its way down his throat and jerked his head back. "Fuck you, Sou! Next time ya try that shit, I'll bite it off." He got to his feet and moved back, edging around the walls of the gazebo towards the entrance.

 

Sou just smirked at him and tied his pants up. The burning hate felt better than what had just happened. He followed Tasuki with narrowed eyes. He let him go, he didn't need him any more. Until later, at least. "Have fun trying to explain yourself Tasuki." He jeered and rested on the railing, watching him leave.

 

Tasuki stalked towards the palace determined to be nowhere around when Tamahome came back to himself. He stormed into his room, tossing clothes into a duffel bag he kept stationed near the foot of his bed in the event that he should have to make a hasty exit. He had money in his boots, and would be making a quick stop at the kitchens before he took his leave.

 

A cold finger of dread walked down his spine. What would happen if Sou came back and he attacked Hotohori or Nuriko or even Chichiri?

 

His breathing quickened as panic started to set in. No, he could take anything happening but he couldn't let Sou hurt Hotohori, Chichiri, or Nuriko, couldn't leave him behind to hurt anyone.

 

"Fucking hell."

 

 

Random Japanese:

 

*Doko da ka : Where are you?

*Mitsuke ta : Found you.

End for now. More to come soon. *bows * Hope you enjoyed.