Walking round Midorijima in the late evening was probably the only time I was going to get a peaceful stroll. Since Platinum Jails collapse, and it had leaked out that me and my friends were the cause, everything was a lot more hectic for us, but still it had a much happier atmosphere. Rhyme was now a rarely talked about topic. Noiz and the Ruff Rabbits are trying to find another way to bring it back without Usui, or an alternative. No one had seen Morphine since, but there was no proof that they'd completely disappeared, which put me on edge more that it should do.
"Master!" Clear's voice calls from the bottom of the street.
"I've told you Clear, please just call me Aoba." I reply, rolling my eyes whilst a smirk creeps onto my face.
"But Master's name is Master." He says, cocking his head to the side slightly. He walks by my side and obviously picks up my mood.
"Has something happened Master?" He questions.
"Me and Koujaku just had a small row. Nothing serious." I reply. Me and Koujaku have been going out since Platinum Jails collapse. Our relationship was perfect, but I got a little jealous today with how much more attention his clients were receiving. Now that I look back on it, I was in his shop just watching, and hairdressers do talk to their customers. He took my remark quiet well, so I suppose that I was the one that 'went of the handles'. Yet, I'm stubborn and refuse to take the full blame for this.
"How are you?" I question, pulling back to the present and smiling toward Clear.
"Well, thank you Master. Is there anything you would like me to do?" He replies, referring to my disagreement with Koujaku.
"No it's fine. I'm heading home, and it's pretty late, so you should probably do the same." I suggest, nodding gratefully to him. He nods his head and bids goodbye before splitting from me and heading back from where we came. I've never understood Clear, I don't think I ever will, but that's probably the reason we're friends. He's loyal and always there. I grin, slipping my hands into my pockets whilst continuing down the street.
"Koujaku's very lucky, Aoba."
I instantly freeze in my place. That voice... It can't be him. I mean, II didn't even think they were still alive. I feel hands slide onto my hips, but I pull from them quickly and turn to face him.
"V-Virus?" I stammer, taking a couple of steps back from him. He smirks from under his black rimmed glasses and his blonde spicked hair hides his forehead slightly. Suddenly, a hand places over my eyes and another circles my waist.
"A shame that you're being waster." Trip adds. I force him off me and stand between the two.
"You've had an argument with him?" Virus grins, walking toward me. I back toward the alley, slow steps so I can feel my way around without taking my eyes from the pair.
"H-How can you be here?" I questions, holding my hands out slightly, ready to defend myself if necessary.
"You really didn't think we died at Oval Tower, did you?" Virus chuckles. Suddenly, Trip dives for me, gripping hold of my wrists and swinging me to the left. My back slams into the alley wall, m head hitting against it. I become dazed and watch as double fades in and out of my vision. I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision as Virus comes toward me.
"We're kinda jealous Aoba." Virus states, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose slightly with his middle finger.
"And disappointed." Trip adds, leaning into me, his breath brushing against my neck. I try to restrain a shiver from the warmth.
"Koujaku left you and you relied on us to look out for you. We became your closest friends. Always celebrating with you after a Ryhme victory, training you, getting you out of trouble... And you repay us with going out with Koujaku as soon as he gets back?" Virus growls, anger rising in his face. My arms are pulled up above my head and Trip's tongue flicks over my neck. Viruses hands place on my hips, his fingertips slipping under my t-shirt slightly.
"You've such a beautiful body... Allowing someone like Koujaku touch you... It's unacceptable." He breathes, his hands rolling up my shirt and his fingers playing over my skin. I struggle against Trip's grip, throwing my body around to remove Viruses hands.
"You can either calm down, or we'll have you right now in the alleyway." Trip warns, pressing into my wrists. His threat doesn't fully process in my head though and I continue to fight against him. All I can think about is getting away from them. I hear Virus sigh.
"Oh Aoba, you never did give up easily." He remembers, pulling my shirt up again. I look as his hand comes close again and something sharp presses into my skin. Slowly my vision blurs. Trip releases me and I go to run, but my legs shake and I only take a few steps before having to reach for the wall. Something suddenly hits against the back of my knees, causing me to collapse. I prepare to hit the ground, but instead a pair of hands hook under my arms, another gripping my ankles. Trips face is looking down at me, before I'm thrown to the floor. after being dragged to the end of the alleyway. The main street seemed so far away now. I attempt to crawl away from the two, but my pace is sluggish and they pull me back by my hips. I'm flipped onto my back and Viruses lips slam into mine... Or was it Trip? My vision is so blurred I'm struggling to make out the face in front of me. A tongue pushes into my mouth whilst hands slide up my stomach. I push against his chest, attempting to push him off, but I've no strength in my arms. He easily takes a hold of my wrists and keeps my arms to my chest. I feel my belt buckle being undone and the leather being slowly slid from the trouser hooks. I try to use my legs to push against the person responsible, but they're quickly held to the floor. There's a sudden throbbing in my head, causing me to cry out against another's lips.
'Destroy them. Let me out.' His voice orders, clawing at my head. My headaches had stopped since Platinum Jails collapse, but I knew he was never really gone. That other part was always still in the back of my head, dormant, but definitely there. Now he was awake, tearing apart my head to get out. I was in such a weak state that his movements seemed quicker and I don't think I have the mental capability to hold him back for very long.
"Aoba?!" A voice calls out to me. Trip and Virus, reluctantly, scatter, fading into the shadows of the alleyway. Another figure is running toward me from the street. The throbbing increases. The threat gone, but he's found his advantage. Now was probably the only chance he would get to get out. I can't help but cry out as the pain intensifies and he pounds against my head harder. My back arches as pain stabs into my limbs, my body spasming slightly, unwillingly. I curl and straighten my fingers, trying to find something to grab onto in an attempt to dull my pain. Minks face blurs into my vision.
"Aoba can you hear me?!" He calls, urgency filling his tone. I want to reply, but my body doesn't obey my commands and my mouth doesn't allow words to form and only open for moans and screams of pain. A hand slips under my head, another under my knees, and I'm pulled up into his arms as he quickly rushes from the alley and I can see the distant streetlights above me. I try not to move or fidget in his arms as I might fall or make it more difficult for him, but most of the time I don't have a choice. My body strains and jerks against my will. I could feel my conscience slipping, but his growing with every second that went by.
"Aoba, you need to stay awake! Stay awake!" Mink calls to me, checking to make sure my eyes weren't starting to close. I grip onto his coat to confirm I'm still conscious. I can't prevent and agonized groan escape my lips and my back arches more. House lights are above my head and I can just about hear Mink shouting for Grams. I feel the sofa cushions under my back and strong, rough hands take a hold of my face.
"Aoba!" Two voices call out, synchronized.
"Master!" Clear exclaims. Three other faced blur into my vision and Koujaku's hand places lightly on my cheek. That's right... It was my birthday today... Everyone must be here to celebrate with me. I can feel tears run down my cheeks as the pain intensifies with each passing second. Suddenly, I gasp for air and my body convulses.
'Too late!' He grins. My back arches and I grip Koujaku's wrist. I try to fight against him but he has control of my body now, all I can do is way h as he does what he wishes. My body twists Koujaku's arm to the point where it looks as if it would snap, but he's able to break free quicker. I stand from the couch and feel a wicked grin plaster over my face.
I dive for Noiz, but he dodges quickly out of my way. So I quickly change my course. Throwing my fist forward, it connects with Mink's jaw and knocks him back slightly. However, he quickly recovers and grips the collar of my shirt. Raising a fist, he's about to hit me back, because Clear tugs his arm back.
"That's still Masters body. You can't hurt him!" Clear reminds, to my relief. I could feel the throbbing pain of my knuckles from hitting Mink, so the pain from the ex convicts punch would have been agonizing.
"Aoba! We know you're still in there." Koujaku calls out, getting his attention. My body turns to face him and I see Grams enter the room, her hands behind her back.
"Aoba stop this!" She orders. He seems to falter, as if knowing there's nothing to benefit from in this situation. I can feel myself regain ing control of my body again. My legs buckle as I feel a drain of energy from him being let loose.
"Aoba!" Koujaku exclaims, running to me and catching me before I can hit the floor. I can help but whimper and groan in pain as I can still feel him scratching and clawing at my brain, like he's taunting me.