Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pistol-whipped ❯ The Liar and his Lies ( Chapter 13 )

For QBC and your awesome review. It really got me started on this chap.
And for InuGrrrl's fic, `Ever After', which really got me through to the end of it XD

 

Colorblind
is by `Counting Crows'

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I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am...

 

 

Gasping, panting breaths.

 

It was too damn hard to breathe.

 

Ryunosuke pressed her hips into the bed's mattress and grazed his lips along her neck. She tasted too good to stop. He hadn't realized until the moment their lips touched that he had been craving, begging, dying for this moment to come. And now that it finally had? Now that he had Naomi's incredible body beneath him, so willing, so wet, and so desperately in love? Well,

 

He wasn't going to stop.

 

It had nothing to do with the way his heart was swelling up in his chest and making him feel like he was floating.

 

They basked in their warm embrace, experiencing the feel of the other's skin on their own for the first time. Sweaty clothes were strewn around the room and the bed sheets were half tangled in their entwined legs, half pooled at the foot of the single bed. Naomi's breathless gasps filled the silence, her skin naked and flushed from sensation. Ryunosuke rested his weight on her softness, bracing himself on his elbows and cherishing her chest and face with kisses. He pulled his mouth away from a rosy nipple and their eyes locked, souls touching in the faintest way.

 

His eyelids were heavy and his arms were already trembling.

 

He didn't usually shake like that. His heart didn't usually beat that fast, either. The experience was as new to him as it was to her. New and fresh, and full of so much excitement that he was bursting at the seams. It scared the shit out of him.

 

He looked into her eyes, their breath mingling; “Naomi,” he said, his voice speaking volumes and his heart screaming something profound at his brain.

His brain told it to shut the fuck up.

 

“Ryu,” she replied, her eyelashes fluttering and her blood pumping faster than ever through her veins.

 

“Are you sure you want to do this with me?” he asked, fully aware that she had decided long ago that her virginity belonged to him.

 

There was just hope - desperate hope - that she would say `no'; that they could go back to he way things used to be, and that he could escape the frightening warmth that had seized his chest.

 

“I want you,” she told him. She closed her eyes and she gave him a chaste kiss on the lips, the small, wet sound booming in his sensitive ears. He stared at her closed eyelids and her slightly furrowed brows, and then at her puffy lips as she pulled away. His manhood gave a throb against her thigh as if to remind him that it was waiting. Naomi spoke again, “I've always wanted you.” and no-one else.

 

“I know.” He said.

 

Taffy stuck and tongue-tied
Stutter-shook and uptight
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am...fine

 

 

Their lips met hungrily again and her hands pressed on the planes of his back. She felt the warmth shoot to her abdomen every time the stubble along his jaw grazed her skin. Her tongue curled hesitantly around his, a careful caress, a curious experiment. He moaned into her mouth in response. The taste of Nagara Ryunosuke that filled her was like nothing she had ever experienced. The hesitant, boyish taste of Sato Yuu was obliterated from her memory and replaced by the intense taste of...of...

 

“Oh,” she gasped as he released his wet hold on her lips and moved to kiss her cheeks and jaw. He dipped his head and panted against her neck for a moment before sucking on the sensitive skin. Her head leaned back and sunk into the pillow, her hair sticking to her sweaty skin and fanning around her in black wisps. She looked beautiful.

Not beautiful. She looks gorgeous.

 

He told his heart to shut up again.

 

It was getting very, very hot.

 

Naomi's hands caressed up his back to grip his messy hair. It triggered something; it made him groan, thrust his hips suddenly into hers and moan at the delicious pressure it put on his aching cock. Naomi whimpered; her naked opening barely an inch away. He sighed on her skin and his lips stopped sucking, coming away with a little pop. They looked into each other's eyes for an agonizingly long moment, panting in the silence.

 

“It's going to hurt,” he told her. He buried his face in her neck and gave a grunt, giving into the urge to thrust against her again. “I want you so bad,” he ground out. The ache in his loins was beyond painful. Someone as selfish as Nagara Ryunosuke had never known the agony of restraint.

 

It didn't help that she was rubbing his scalp through his hair, that her soft, strong, amazing thighs were on either side of his hips, that her breasts were pressed onto his chest, that he could feel her pebbled nipples on his burning skin.

 

Naomi leaned in and whispered in his ear; “Just do it,” she said. She wanted to be like the girls in the movies, the girls that boys loved, the girls that said `Fuck me, fuck me hard,', but she didn't want him to fuck her. She didn't want to tell him to `make love' to her, either.

 

He would only be pretending.

 

She took his earlobe into her mouth, her tongue playing with the little silver hoop piercing the soft flesh and he moaned quietly. Her legs came up and she wrapped them around him tightly, pushing his hips towards hers. His manhood grazed her wetness and a shudder ran through both of them.

 

“I just want to be with you,” she told him in a shaky voice.

 

 

I am covered in skin
No-one gets to come in

Pull me out from inside

I am folded, and unfolded, and unfolding
I am...colorblind

 

 

He found the courage, the strength inside his melting heart to look into her eyes as he thrust himself inside her body to take from her the one thing she could never get back. His aching harness slid slowly into her tight channel and his breath caught in his chest at the urge to howl. His head felt suddenly heavy and it dropped onto her shoulder, his torso heaving and his hips screaming for him to move.

 

She cried out softly and his heart gave a little tug in her direction, diverting his attention from himself for the first time.

 

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice too weak and shaky.

 

“Yeah,” she swallowed, feeling like she was being split in half.

 

Her eyes opened a little bit wider when he started covering her face with kisses.

 

“Oh,” she breathed out, closing her eyes as his lips covered hers. Her arms came up around him and she held onto him, pouring her heart and soul into the kiss.

 

Her hope - her grasping hope - was making her believe that he was doing the same.

 

They broke apart, panting and Ryunosuke moved his hips, wincing at the onslaught of sensation, his body begging for his attention. He shoved his need aside.

 

“How does that feel?” he asked her softly, thrusting into her with more gentleness than he thought he had. His body shuddered in pleasure and the vein on his temple began to pulse in the effort it took not to Fuck. Her. Raw.

 

She nibbled her bottom lip in the sexiest way that he had to kiss it and lick it and take it in his mouth and suck on it.

 

She moaned lightly as he released the pink appendage, “It feels ok...” he moved again inside her and she winced, causing him to still again. “It just hurts a bit more than I expected,” she confessed, her nails starting to dig into his shoulder blades, “You're...big.”

 

He would have felt a swell of manly pride if his wayward heart wasn't taking up all the room.

 

“I'll go slow,” he muttered, trying to ignore the way her little whimpers were making him want to make her scream. Ryunosuke swallowed hard, his throat flashing. Naomi quivered and clenched around him as he slid slowly in and out of heaven. The girl in his arms was nothing short of the best feeling he'd had in his life.

 

The feeling was making him sick.

 

“Oh God,” she bit out, her eyes scrunching closed and her head falling back.

 

His pace increased on its own. He really couldn't help it anymore, her voice - her every sound was the most wonderful thing that had ever graced his gifted ears, and he would rather die than be robbed of it. The nerve spasms were getting stronger, his arms trembled more than they ever had while he was holding himself up, and he couldn't seem to keep his mouth off her. She tasted too good, her thighs felt too good around him, and they fit together like they were custom made to be together like this. The tight, tight heat that gripped his cock was driving him insane and her soft hands on his back had him whimpering into her skin.

 

“Naomi,” he moaned against a breast, all the profound swelling in his heart coming out with the single word before he came, dizzying lights blinding him. He exploded inside her, sweating and shaking as if he had run a thousand miles.

 

He collapsed onto her softness and something inside him that had been pulled tight for years suddenly relaxed and fell loose.

 

“Wow,” she panted, her eyes smiling at him when he dragged the weight of his head up to look at her. She reached up to cup his cheek with a hand and he leaned into the touch, her fingers brushing away the hair from his eyes. She was still flushed, a hint of pain mingling in her features.

 

“I'm sorry,” he told her, his neck giving out and his head falling to her chest again. “I totally lost it.”

 

She smiled, “So much for the `Sex God',” she said playfully, her hand stroking the stubble on his face and her feet running soothingly up and down his calves.

 

He nuzzled her neck, “It gets better.”

 

She made him feel like he hadn't disappointed her at all, that no matter what, he was her one and only, and that everything would be ok if they were together.

 

She always makes me feel that way.

 

He let his heart keep talking.

 

 

I am colorblind
Coffee black and egg white
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,

I am fine.

 

 

***

 

 

Maybe he was just being dramatic.

 

The anger...was burning. His rage...corrosive.

 

He held it all in, bottled tightly in his chest, screaming to be released. The glass was cracking, the lid was under too much pressure, and his headache was splitting his skull.

 

Alexander's head felt light and his stomach churned as the spider web-covered flight of stairs to their apartment loomed before him. It seemed higher than usual, the vision twisted and blurred along the edges. He took a step forward and rose. Slowly, he took the next step.

 

The top of the stairs wasn't getting any closer.

 

She had lied to him.

 

She didn't lie...

 

She lied!

 

You didn't ask...

 

He hadn't asked. He had thought everything was fine. Her smile was no different, her voice, the look in her eyes when she gazed lovingly into his. Nothing had changed. He hadn't noticed...He hadn't noticed the little differences when he had fucked her - probably on the same day. He hadn't thought to ask how she was feeling; if she was doing okay...He was only worried about himself and the stupid investigation.

 

And Nagara Ryunosuke's stupid problems.

 

The muscle in his jaw bulged as he clenched his teeth, slowly ascending the longer-than-usual flight of stairs. None of this was his friend's fault. They were in the same fucked up situation; they took the same orders and had to put up with the same lack of true freedom. It wasn't Ryunosuke's fault. Ryunosuke was the one helping him, the only one that understood what he was going through.

 

The only one who knew what it was like to sacrifice your life for your country.

 

“Kyoudai.”

 

They were brothers in this.

 

It wasn't Ryunosuke's fault.

 

Who's fault was it, then?

 

The old, dusty floorboards creaked in strain when he made it to the top of the stairs, his head spinning lightly and the collar of his blazer irritating his sensitized skin. Much like the staircase had, the short walk to his apartment door seemed to morph and grow before his eyes.

 

Jen.

 

The bastard had gotten her. All his fears and worries had come true and now there was only depressing emptiness and rage. His heart beat faster at the thought of her beneath another man, silent and strong, refusing to scream. She would have masked her pain, not giving him any satisfaction beyond what was to be had from being inside her. And again, was it only hours later? When Alexander had returned from Ro that night, she had welcomed him with the same smile and open arms.

 

And he had fucked her especially hard.

 

She was so strong to hide it all.

 

The bitch has been lying to me!

 

Why would she lie? Why hide it? His head swam and the heat got to him, the cool metal of the doorknob contrasting with his sweaty palm. He unlocked it and it creaked especially loud as it swung open.

 

He took a moment to appreciate the changes their apartment had undertaken since his first time walking through the same door. It was no longer a lonely, dark spit of concrete meant for a soldier. It smelled like Jennifer now, his beautiful Jennifer, and he could think of her every time he thought of the apartment they called `home'.

 

Did she think I wouldn't want her anymore?

 

His voice sounded like a stranger's as he called out to her.

 

“Jen? I'm back.”

 

The bottled up anger inside him helped him keep a neutral face.

 

He sensed her before he saw her, and her smile exploded into his mind before he saw it, before she appeared from around the corner and flew into his arms. His world stopped falling apart for about two seconds.

 

“I missed you,” she said, snuggling into his chest and holding him tight.

 

His arms came up slowly around her, and he tried hard to fight off the shake, “I missed you too.”

 

She released him and pulled away to go into the kitchen, taking his breath away with her. He could only stand there and watch as she went about usual tasks as if nothing was wrong, as if his whole world hadn't been crumbling down since the second he had found out the love of his life had been raped.

 

“What are you makin'?” he asked; his voice as steady as possible. It was the hardest thing to hide, the acidic knowledge that burned his very soul. He wasn't as strong as she was; he wasn't nearly strong enough to hide it.

 

“Just something quick, going somewhere with the girls tonight,”

 

She didn't once raise her face to look at him.

 

Because she's going to Ro.

 

She was going to be interrogated that night. They would finally find out who the monster was, and they could finally go home.

 

She's lying to you.

 

He frowned, “I don't like the idea of you being out at night...” He watched her carefully, following her with his dark gaze. She was chopping onions.

 

“I'll be fine,” she said, still looking down, “We're a big group and we stick together,” she sighed and rinsed the stinging onion milk from her hands, “Besides,” she said in a lower tone, “They need as many distractions as they can get. Ever since Kaji...well, Kaji--”

 

He slammed his fist on the kitchen bench and Jennifer jumped.

 

“DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT!”

 

Tears that weren't from the onion sprang into her eyes, “A-Alex? What are you--”

 

“Shut the fuck up! I know what happened! I know where you're going!”

 

She was shocked to silence, her mouth gaping. He exploded, and the fragile bottle that held his fierce rage shattered under the pressure.

 

“When were you planning on telling me, Jen!? You didn't think it was something important that I should know!?”

 

And finally, she found her voice, “I didn't want--”

 

“SHUT UP!”

 

She whimpered and covered her face with her hands, trying her best to block out the sound of her lover's yells. She was afraid of him, afraid of the dark anger in his eyes and the disgusted expression on his face. He swallowed hard and she heard him panting, and then the creak of the wooden table as he leaned on it for support.

 

She was afraid until she realized he was crying.

 

“Do you even know how much I love you?” he whispered under his breath.

 

Some instinctive drive inside her had her by his side in an instant, touching his hand and rubbing his back. He turned to her and crushed her in a desperate embrace, choking on sobs and drenching her shoulder with tears.

 

“I love you so fucking much, and I couldn't protect you...” he told her as she held onto him, nuzzling his shoulder, her own tears running quietly down her cheeks. His voice was rough in her ear; “It kills me that I couldn't...”

 

He held her so much tighter. He felt useless.

 

He growled into her neck, “Why didn't you tell me!?”

 

She made a small sound in his suffocating grip and let out the gulp of air she had been holding.

 

“I don't even know why I'm yelling at you...” he whispered, “It's not your fault...” he scrunched his eyes closed and fought off the dizzy wave that rushed over him. “Why didn't you tell me?”

 

“I don't know--I mean...” her rich brown eyes lowered and she held down a sob as the repressed memory rushed back to her. “...I'm so afraid...that I've become a burden.”

 

He already had enough to carry on his shoulders. A robbed childhood, a lifetime contract with Sigma, a pile of obligations for his country. He didn't need a stupid girlfriend walking home alone at night and getting raped to add to his list of things to worry about. She hadn't told him because he wouldn't have wanted to hear it.

 

The silence was deafening, and it hurt to listen.

 

His teeth were clenched so hard that he swore he could feel them grinding away.

 

“It was horrible,” she whispered, and immediately she felt him tense. “I tried to ignore it; I did my best not to scream. I did my b-best...” she sobbed into his chest, wetting his blazer with salty water. “And all I could think of was you,” she whimpered and he silently held her closer, “I wondered if you would come in and save me,” she said.

 

The nausea hit him hard and without warning, and his head began to spin.

 

I wasn't there to save you because of Sigma. Sigma and Ro.

 

Jennifer's voice became one of worry, she knew exactly what was happening, “Alex?” His body got heavier and heavier as he leaned on her, eyes half-lidded and bloodshot from crying. “Alex!?”

 

And he got to you...I promised myself that he would never get to you.

 

He sank to the floor, the migraine driving him to his knees. For the young Sigma agent, the world was getting that little bit darker, and the vision of his true love's tear-stained face faded into black.

 

Who was it?

 

 

***

 

 

“We're in trouble,” she said, her voice muffled in the pillow.

 

He drew lazy patterns on her back with his fingertips, “Is your cousin gonna kill me?”

 

She smiled a brilliant smile, her cheeks still flushed from pleasure, “You should be more worried about the husband,” she rolled onto her back, half lying on his chest because of the lack of space on the single bed.

 

“Maybe they didn't hear us.”

 

She laughed again, “You're underestimating them.”

 

He sighed. He was afraid of that.

 

It was well into the night now, the sun having set over an hour ago, and the young pair had been sharing the single bed for hours. They hadn't been sleeping, either. After the first stumbling moments of being unable to bring Naomi her first orgasm, Ryunosuke had recovered his elusive confidence and skill. To say the least, for their second time `round, he had been very...thorough.

 

She was still giggling like a little girl.

 

She looked gorgeous.

 

“Artemis is going to strangle you,” she told him happily.

 

His eyes widened and he shoved her off him softly, “You want him to strangle me?”

 

She held up her hands in a defensive gesture, “I'm just saying it would be fun to watch,” she managed between giggles.

 

A dark, dark, frown crossed his features and she went quiet. “I'll give you something to laugh about...” And for the next 5 minutes, Ryunosuke had managed to tickle his childhood friend into submission. He smiled inside; he was in complete control.

 

Until he had her beneath him, writhing and breathless in the most irresistible way.

 

“Enough! Enough, I give up!” she cried, little tears leaking out the corners of her tightly shut eyes. She was surprised when his hands stilled their attack on her midsection, and she cracked open an eye to see what he was going to do.

 

She met his dark gaze, and would never know the emotion she saw in it.

 

He dipped his head and kissed her, her arms looping automatically around his neck and into his hair. The silence of the room was broken by small, wet kissing sounds as their tongues and lips played, the only other noise coming from the fan that was spinning slowly on the ceiling. It was a rhythmic, peaceful swooping sound that slowed everything down. Ryunosuke sucked lazily on her full, bottom lip and leaned into her body, resting his weight on her soft frame. Her delicate hands ran along his shoulder blades. It was a comfortable, peaceful moment.

 

Until his phone rang.

 

He pulled away from her delicious lips, “Fuck.”

 

“Leave it,” she offered, smiling and locking him in with her arms around his neck.

 

“It's the American,” he explained, “He knows only to call when it's important.”

 

The shrill ringing of the mobile was muffled, stuffed in the pocket of his dark pants lying in a heap in a corner of the room. He cursed some more under his breath and held Naomi's arms, prying them away from him so he could get to it.

 

Her little, sexy pout was making the small task much more difficult.

 

With some rolling and stumbling and tripping over the sheets on the floor, Ryunosuke found his pants, digging into them and trying not to pay attention to the gaze he could feel on his exposed ass. He pulled the black device out and opened it with a flick of his wrist, cutting off the beeping noise.

 

“Yeah,” he spoke into the phone, walking back toward the bed and sitting on the edge with his back to Naomi.

 

Alexander's voice was quiet and broken, “Nagara.”

 

The young Sigma agent sat alone on the floor of his apartment, quite in the dark with only weak moonlight coming in through the cracked window.

 

“What's wrong?” The mattress dipped as Naomi crawled closer to him; lying on her belly and propping her face up with her hands.

 

“...He got Jennifer,” came Alexander's weak reply.

 

Ryunosuke's back straightened immediately, “What!?” and a troubled expression rose on Naomi's face as she saw his reaction to what could only have been bad news.

 

“You heard me...” he sighed, leaning his back against a wall, “He fucking raped Jen,” he choked out, residual nausea stirring in the pit of his stomach, “He touched my Jen, the fucking bastard got to her--” his eyes slammed shut as a sharp pain cut through his head, “I'm going to kill him. I swear I'll kill him,”

 

“Amekou...” Ryunosuke sat, stunned and at a loss for words. “Shit.” He sighed and buried his face in his free hand, “Have you gone through with the questioning yet?” he asked, his heart thudding in his chest. Naomi was sitting up now, a hand on his shoulder.

 

“She just left,” Alexander had been out for at least an hour, and when he woke up Jennifer was being escorted out to Ro headquarters for the brutal interrogations they called `questioning's. “I couldn't go...I don't wanna hear it,” details of his future wife being violated only put the images into his head and it was burning too much already.

 

Would things ever be the same?

 

“I understand,” came his partner's comforting reply. “Look, Amekou,” he began, feeling sick to his stomach for the American he called his brother.

 

Alexander cut him off, “Don't worry about it, Nagara,”

 

“What?”

 

“If you need more time with Naomi, I'll cover for you here,”

 

Ryunosuke's throat tightened up and he fought to speak.

 

“I'll come back,” he managed, “You can't do this alone,”

 

Alexander smiled a bitter smile, “It can't get any worse, can it?” What more can God do to me?

 

Ryunosuke sighed, silently acknowledging Naomi and covering her hand with his on the mattress. “I need more time.” He said, rubbing her knuckles and allowing a soft smile to grace his lips.

 

“I've got your back,” the American told him, “Take all the time you need,” he managed, fighting the rising bile in his stomach. His insides were turned upside-down, and there was nothing anyone could do about it until the rapist filth that called himself human was rotting away in a prison cell.

 

“Arigatou.”

 

Alexander smiled, “Kyoudai.”

 

And then he hung up.

 

Ryunosuke sat there quietly for a while, holding the phone to his ear, the dull ringing coming from it was the farthest thing from his mind. It was nearly over. They'd find the one they were looking for and the full force of Sigma and Ro would exact `justice' upon his deranged soul.

 

Naomi's heavenly voice pulled him from Hell's reach.

 

Her worried expression was so sweet, “What's wrong, Ryu?”

 

He flipped the phone closed. “I don't wanna talk about it. I don't wanna think about it.” He turned to her and collected her into his arms, “I just want to be with you right now.” He tucked her head under his chin and closed his eyes, willing away his problems and smiling as they disappeared, knowing that the girl in his arms was the only one that could drive them away.

 

He must have stolen her breath away or something.

 

“R-ryu?” she asked hopefully, looking up at him and twisting in his hug to face him.

 

He fought hard not to look into her big, brown eyes.

 

She asked him plain and simple, no interruptions, no distractions, no tears.

 

“Do you love me?”

 

And for the first time he didn't tell her `no'. He sat there, staring into her eyes and concentrating on the warmth in his chest that her presence seemed to always bring. He focused on the feeling, and then on the word - the idea of love, mulling the two over in his head and his heart to see if they attached somehow.

 

“I don't know,” he told her.

 

A small, sad smile crept onto her face because she could tell he wasn't lying.

 

 

***

 

 

The white, bright lights in Ro's hallways seemed a little bit dimmer. Everything did.

 

He couldn't get to sleep. Alexander had lain in bed for hours and he couldn't get it out of his head. The image was tattooed, branded before his mind's eye and it simply wouldn't go away.

 

The image of some other man fucking his Jennifer.

 

So now he walked down the sterile path at 2 a.m. to the room he was dreading to enter. The room that had all the answers, all the explanations and the name he needed to find the bastard that had put his hands on Jen. He had passed out again just before she had returned from Ro and when he woke up it was to her tear-stained face covered in tangled hair with the darkest bags under her eyes he had ever seen.

 

He knew he should have woken her up, run her a nice hot shower and massaged her into relaxation like a devoted boyfriend should have. He should have told her everything was going to be fine, that he loved her and that the nightmare would be over soon.

 

But he had been too worried about spewing up in her face while he was saying it.

 

He opened the signature heavy steel Ro door without knocking and wasn't surprised at all to find Ben hunched over and shifting through mountains of paperwork. A dull lamp sitting atop the file-covered desk and a large, bright projection of fingerprints and various mug shots scrolling by on a blank wall.

 

“About time,” came Ben Arc's deep, croaky voice.

 

Alexander swallowed. “The report?” There was nothing else to talk about. He tightened his jaw and concentrated on not swaying where he stood. “DNA results?” Craft frowned, his hair a mess as he ran a hand through it.

 

“There were none. Not even traces of yours.”

 

Alexander paused, and spoke very slowly, “What did you say?”

 

Ben sighed, looking up at his apprentice, “Use your head. You're a Sigma agent, your data is top secret and erased from every database in the world.”

 

A mixture of relief and horror hit Alexander at once.

 

“So,” Ben continued, his voice tired and stressed, talking like he was talking down to a child, “It would appear that you and this rapist have something in common.”

 

The walls of the small room were suddenly closing in and Alexander was finding it extremely hard to breathe. His jaw hurt from clenching and his throat hurt from trying not to scream. The blaring images of criminals on the wall were making it so much worse. A picture of Kaji's smiling face, the blank gaze of Sato Yuu. They scrolled along, the photos he remembered showing the nun.

 

“Just say it!” He yelled, screwing his eyes shut to close out the images.

 

“You knew who it was from the start,” Ben told him, his eyes lowering and his heart aching for the boy he could call his son. He sighed.

 

Alexander opened his eyes and stared at the giant projection in front of him, into the image, a mug shot of the rapist, the enemy, the man he had promised fury of all the fires of Hell upon.

 

Into the dark, dark eyes of Nagara Ryunosuke.

 

 

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To be continued...