Sad Love Scene

It had been a few years, and the twins were now nine. Mitsuko had sent them to stay the night with Mercutio, along with Opacho, since she had wanted the night alone with Zeke, having found out something she would have never thought possible of the man she loved. Zeke had sooner said a short farewell to the girls before he had went to clean up the kitchen a bit for Mitsuko, while said woman was saying her own to them for the night. Once he was finished, Zeke headed off for the library, waiting on Mitsuko. Once she was finished, she headed for the library and slammed the door shut, causing Zeke to jump, having not expected it. When he saw the look on her face, confusion filled his own. She was pissed, and he didn't remember doing or saying anything to piss her off. "What?" He asked, closing the book he had and pushing it aside.

"Bastard." Mitsuko growled out, starting towards him, her eyes narrowed.

"Sorry, I think I misheard you." Zeke said, standing now, his own narrowing.

"Oh, you heard me right, Zeke Hao Asakura. I know a little something about you from a while back. Is there something you wish to tell me, before I call you out on it?" She asked, stopping short of him.

"No, there's not. And I advise you to calm yourself, Mitsuko." Zeke warned in a dark tone. This only drew a growl from the female standing before him before she brought her hand around and slapped him, hard, across the face. Or she would have, had he not caught her wrist.

"Bastard! Let go of me, dammit! How the hell could you?!"

"What are you talking..."

"Zathura Uchiha! You know damn well what I'm talking about, don't you?!" She snapped, starting to struggle to get free from his grasp, only to wince when his grip tightened around her wrist.

"No, I don't." He replied, a bit calmer, though his heart had skipped a beat. How did she find out about that? Who the hell told her? I'll kill them. He thought, watching her carefully as tears swelled up in her eyes, not only from anger, but from the pain she was starting to feel in her chest from being hurt once more.

"You did everything you could to get her to bite you, so you could become part vampire, then you raped her. I had spoken with Uchiha, Sasuke earlier today, while you were playing with the girls. It was business solely from Konoha, but I found out everything that happened the night you went to free Spirit of Fire." She said, still tugging to try and get her wrist freed. She yelped and closed her eyes tightly when he roughly pinned her against the wall behind them.

"Who told you?" He growled out, his eyes turning silver.

"Like I'd tell you." Mitsuko replied, her eyes flashing gold, remaining that way as a growl passed her lips. "Now release me."

"Are you challenging me?" He asked, a smirk forming.

"What if I was?" Mitsuko replied, glaring up at him some, gasping when she felt him grab her side in a tight grip.

"I'd advise you to think twice."

"Fuck off. Kill me if you must, but I will never forgive you." She whispered out, letting her head drop, trying to fight back tears. "Not for the pain you caused an innocent by-stander, for the lies you've told me over the years, Sephiroth." She whispered out, keeping her head low. Hearing the man's name only pissed Zeke off more and he back handed her, causing her to yelp, her head snapping to the other side, blood trickling down her chin. "So this is the real Zeke. The Zeke I've never seen before. The Zeke that was present before I came along." She whispered out, slowly lifting her head to show her eyes had returned to their natural green color, the crimson liquid sliding from the corner of her mouth.

Zeke's heart skipped another beat, seeing the bruise that was already starting to form. Was she pushing his buttons on purpose? Was she wanting him to hurt her? What were her intentions of all of this. "Take it back."

"What's with the hesitation. Remember, you said you'd kill me if I ever turned on you."

"Shut up." Zeke warned, watching a smirk form on her lips. He could sense her fear, but she confused him, pushing on.

"What's the matter, Hao? Hm? You and I both know I don't stand a chance against you. You could finish the job, kill me off for good, and tell the girls that..." She was cut off. As soon as she mentioned the twins, Zeke leaned his head down and pulled her into a kiss after muttering for her to shut up. His heart was racing, and he didn't get it. Yeah, he had loved her for a while, but he didn't think it would hurt this much to hear her talk like she was. His eyes widened when she pushed back on his chest and wiped her mouth off, spitting the excess blood onto the floor, glaring at him. "Do you really think that a kiss will make this better? That telling me to forget about it, and telling me that she meant nothing will really help you? Think again, Asakura. I'm going to find Lelouc and tell him of his orogins, and see if I can't get him to follow us, but this..." She trailed and turned to walk away, forcing back tears.

"I'm sorry. I'm truely, genuinely sorry, Mitsuko. Don't." Zeke's voice spoke out, weakly. She could hear the pain in his voice and almost hesitated, a single tear slipping down her cheek. "Mitsuko..." He trailed, watching her retreating form. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Mitsuko, don't leave. Oh, God, Mitsuko... He thought, starting to walk towards her, reaching for her arm when he was close enough, only to stumble back when he felt her latch herself to him, hearing her start to cry.

"Tell me the truth, Zeke...What was I to you?" She whispered out, keeping her face burried in his chest, not wanting to look up. She was scared. Scared of being alone again, afraid to go back to her old life, to not having anyone. Worst of all, she was afraid to seporate herself from the person who had saved her, and showed her there was so much more to live for. The very same person that had just broken her heart into a million tiny pieces. "Don't...Let me suffer anymore." She managed, tightening her grip around him, feeling as if she was going to collapse. "I don't want to return to my old life, just barely getting by." She cried.

Zeke wrapped his arms around her and ran his fingers through her hair, watching her fragile form shake from her soft cries. Seeing her like this only made his own heart break. He had never expected to see her like this. Especially since he had never seen her cry before, with the exception of the day he had died at the hands of his father while protecting her. But having to stay around, to try and calm her. It was like dealing with the imposible for him. He didn't know what to do. What to say. He was almost as lost as she was. And what she did next set him back a bit. She lifted her head and forced a small smile, the last of her tears for the time falling. "I'm sorry. I should have known better. She meant nothing to you, and you only wanted a successor, and someone else to add to your followers." She spoke, pulling away from him before turning and walking out before he had time to react. Once he recovered from shock, he went to chase after her.

"Mitsuko!"

"Yes, M'Lord?" Mitsuko asked, stopping and turning around to face him, bowing her head a bit in respect.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Simple, being the good little follower I should have been, Master." She replied, lifting her head to look at him, watching as he walked up to her. She bit back a gasp when he tilted her head up by her chin gently, staring down into her eyes.

"Stop this, Mitsuko."

"But Ma..."

"Don't. Don't call me that."

"Why not?"

"Because, Mitsuko, you've proven to be my equal."

"But I'm much weaker than y..."

"Because, you're my lover, not a follower." Zeke cut her off, leaning his head down to pull her into a kiss, praying silently she wouldn't turn her head. His prayers were answered when he felt her slowly start to respond and kiss back, but she kept her arms at her sides. He broke the kiss and stared down at her still. The look in her eyes showed she didn't feel his equal, or like his lover anymore. She still felt hurt, betrayed. And he was starting to panick. How was he to prove to her that she meant everything to him. He took her hand and led her to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the drawer, handing it to her.

"What..."

"Here. If you're not mine anymore, the only way to free yourself from pain is to stab me through the heart, here and now." He said, cutting her off, watching her examine the blade. She smiled and took a few steps back, placing it to her throat, smiling weakly.

"I could never harm you, you know." She spoke, pressing the blade closer to her throat, drawing a bit of blood. His eyes widened and he took a step forward, watching as she took an equal step back. His heart started to race again, and it felt as if someone had stuck their hand into his chest and was squeazing it.

"Mitsuko, don't."

"It's the only way to end my suffering."

"Don't do it."

"But we both know it's..."

"No! God, Mitsuko, no! Don't do it, please! I'm begging you. I'll get on my hands and knees and beg you, just please..." He trailed, tears slowly starting to form as he watched with a bit of fear. Mitsuko opened her eyes and watched him, tilting her head a bit.

"Do you love me?"

"With all of my heart. And I've never felt like this about anyone, ever." Zeke replied, truthfully.

"Would you have cried for me...Had Sephiroth killed me instead?"

"I'd have killed myself to be with you. Please, put the knife down." Mitsuko hesitated, but slowly lowered the knife before dropping it, walking over to Zeke, who gladly met her more than half way, wrapping his arms around her form tightly. She could hear his heart beating hard against his chest, could hear his breathing trying to even out. She slowly wrapped her arms around his form in return and closed her eyes, giving a heavy, shaky sigh.

"Thank you. For showing me what it meant to truely be loved." Mitsuko whispered out, closing her eyes as she leaned into his form more. "For showing me what it was like...To truely be accepted." She added. He could hear the exaughstion in her voice and wondered how long she had been bothered by this, and how long she had been hiding all of these built of feelings to cause herself to get this way.