I will only continue this if you peiple like it and review .. other wise , it will remain a mysterious one-shot .. also , if you happen to review , and I happen to go on with the fic , then the story's name will change .. and the rating will change .. this is rated PG because I wasn't sure if it was considered G or not .. yeah ..

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P.S : to everyone - if there is anyone - who are waiting for me to continue with my other fics , I am saddened to inform you that you will have to wait four more months for any up-date .. I have my reasons and although you are very nice people since you did review and are still waiting for me , even so I have no intention of informing you of my reasons .. Thank you .

And Cry ...

First , it's numb . Then , it gradually stings into a light shade of red . Finally , it hurts .

My finger tips reach to my reddened cheek gently .

It should have been quite alright . It shouldn't have felt so foreign . It isn't like I haven't been slapped before . Akito-san did it a couple of times .

But .. This isn't Akito-san ..

His hand is still raised, frozen in the position of the slap's aftermath . The palm that struck me is now curled into a loosened fist .

He glares at me . His dark eyes flicker with anger and disdain . His lips - twisted tightly into something that resembeles a smirk - part .

" Don't ever talk to me like you know everything again . "

His tone is calm , collective . Yet his voice ..

Harsh .. Harsh .. A cruel lash at a tender body ..A frosty breath upon a naked body ..

And I realize .. This alien feeling .. This terrible sensation .. This anxiety that creeps at me .. This wasn't some childish tantrum . This wasn't being obbsessive .. This wasn't something so random and usual that I grew accustomed to ...

This wasn't Akito-san ...

This was a punishment ..!

He is angry .. Heis angry at me .. And it frightens me ..

My body becomes hot . A sickening knot forms at the pit of my stomach . My throat is tight . My mouth dry . My eyes widen slightly . My breathing becomes rapid .

I am scared . It is inexplainable and I don't care . Because I am scared . And he - being himself - can see right through my shaterring stone mask . And I am even more scared .

...? I think that for an instant , for an un-noticed instant , Iseehim faulter . Isee him taken aback . As if he just realizes what he is doing . As if he is in shock to see my reaction .. But .. On second thought .. I don't think he would ever .

I is now that the true horror is unfolded before me ..

His feature relax causing mine to stiffen . He smiles . A smile that is polite , false , scheming .

He extends his hand towards me .

Like a frightened robin , I shut my eyes , tense , await another blow .

I tense even more as his hand touches my burning cheek .

" Ah ! Gomen , gomen ! It seems I have gone over board ! Please , excuse me ! "

He pats my cheek unkindly , not bruising it further though . He laughs .

" Well , I think I'll be off now ! My business here is over . "

He turns to leave . I could hear the sound of his yukata brushing the floor and footsteps light and happy . almost as if he's satisfied .

The sound stops .

But I know he's still there .

I slowly open my eyes . He is standing at the door . He is still .He doesn't turn to face me even as he speaks . His voice is a dangerous mixture of politness and sarcasim .

" Ah , almost forgot .. Would you do me a favor ? Can you refrain from mentioning our little talk to Akito-san ? I fear the wrath of our Goddess will be inflicted upon me if she ever were to know that I upset her little birdy .."

From the corner of my eye , I watch his back .

" You can do that can't you ..? You know how angry she will be if she knew .. "

His head turns slightly towards me .

" You are , after all .. Her favourite ."

My breaths stop . Trapped in my lunges as I stiffen dramatically . Cold sweat trails its way at the nap of my neck . And in all my terror , I manage a weak nod . He smirks . Then leaves .

I emmidiatly fall to me knees . Gasping for air , I brush the sweat at the back of my neck away . Then I bury my face in my palms .

It wasn't like anything I experienced before . This strange , un-easy feeling . This ironic fear . It had a taste that I hate, that made me flinch despite my efforts not to . It has a foul taste . it tastes bad . It tastes like .. metal ..?

I blink under my sweaty palms . One of them traces my face to my newly bruised cheek while the other makes its way to my lips .

There is a cut I only now noticed . Blood flows freely down my chin , dripping and staining my white shirt . I don't bother to wipe it away .

My mind is blank . I feel numb . I don't know what to do . I am much in shock .

Then , I blink hard , hide my face with my arm , and cry .

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