Teru didn't know where the thugs were taking her. The first thing they had done was take her phone away. And Kurosaki. They reached a hotel, and Teru was placed, tied up, in front of a hotel room. She took a deep breath, and screamed. One of the thugs kicked her in the stomach, and the scream turned into a gag.

The door was an opened by a boy in a hoodie. Akira. He smiled his crazy smile. Teru found her vision going blurry. One of those damn thugs had kicked her in the head. The dark spots merged, and she fell unconscious.


Teru awoke to find that she was in a bed. She felt her chest tighten with fear, a feeling that turned to horror when she saw Akira beside her. His eyes opened, and he stared for a moment before pressing a gun against her head. He sat up, and she did so as well, slowly. He reached behind him, and grabbed red lingerie. Teru paled, and Akira grinned a twisted grin.

"Put them on," he whispered. "Or you die."


She didn't have a choice. She slid them on, and then turned around to see her captor with his back turned. She was wondering why he had granted her privacy when Akira spun around and pulled her back into the bed.

His hands were on her neck when he started coughing. He spat blood out onto the floor, and he turned back to her with tears in his eyes. And Teru felt pity creep into her heart, against her will. She didn't want to comfort him, but before she knew it, her arms were open and he was cradled against her chest.


He sobbed and sobbed, and when he stopped, he took a good look at her.

"I-I'm sorry," he gasped. "What have I done to you?" He grabbed his head, the gun pressing against his skull. Teru picked up her coat from the floor, wrapped it around herself, and then grabbed the gun from his hands.

"Don't kill yourself," she said softly. His eyes brightened a little.

"Will you do it?" He begged. "Please."

Teru felt her eyes widened.

"I can't..."

Akira fell to his knees.

"Please," he whispered. Teru felt that pity seep into her fingers. So maybe that was why she screwed her eyes shut and pulled the trigger. When she opened her eyes, Akira was on the ground, a hole in his head. Teru put a hand on her mouth, and she couldn't even cry. She could only bend down, and kiss his cold forehead. Then her knees buckled and she collapsed.


Kurosaki found her later, his eyes wide with panic, and then horror when he saw the body. Teru woke up in his arms on the way to the car.

"Did I kill him?" She whispered. Kurosaki kissed her forehead.

"No," he lied. "I did." And with those words, he took her sin into him, and it became his. Like a gun to the head, like blood from the vain, sin and him seemed to go together. But who cared? He would burn in hell to let her go to heaven.