"Will you be my friend Nezumi-Kun?"
The words would be innocent from anyone besides the rabbit eared man in question. Vacant black eyes stared back at him with a look of innocent painted on his face as he held the blade up to his neck. Nezumi didn't know whether to try and escape or fight the older man off however his body felt completely paralyzed from where he stood pinned against the wall.
Blood pumped hotly in his veins as there eyes met and the bodies of his victims squished under there combined weight. Fear of dying was the only the thing he could think of as the rabbit's eyes darkened in perverse pleasure. A hand came up and reached out to touch his face but as soon as he saw it recoiled back from it.
He didn't want this man to ever lay a hand on him. Just the thought of it made his skin crawl in disgust. If the man wasn't his teacher he would have already tried to hide from him but he knew better. In the short two and a half weeks they had known each other the boy had soon learned not to challenge the unhinged man in his most deranged of states, especially in the edge of battle.
Clasping his hands behind his back he lowered himself down to ground attempting to look as non threatening as possible. He began to hope that he would be spared pain for now. Nezumi watched as the man's expression wavered between childish innocence and sadistic thrill before settling on the latter.
A chill went through his body and he helped his arms around himself. In a fit of despair he wondered how his life would have been if he hadn't become a warrior. What if he'd never been born with a hundred paths or was born in a loving family. He wanted to believe that it was possible to still run away from the life of a warrior but the blood on his hands made it all to clear.
The warrior formerly known as Tsugiyoshi Sumino was terrified for his future. All one hundred paths where locked on this single moment flickering in the broken film reel that was his life. Never ending misery. Never ending pain. All held together by one little mind.
"Usagi-Sama I will be your friend." Why had he been so trusting back then? Why had he been so selfish. So curious in his own ability? Before his paths had been so clear but now everything was broken.
Rain fell outside the window that stood above them allowing lighting to film the room in a shower of yellow light. Nezumi felt himself begin to panic and cast a glance at Usagi's face. It was eerily calm maybe even to calm for the situation they where in. Adrenaline kicking he closed his eyes and let his instincts guide him wrapping his hand around the hilt of his rapier.
Without a second thought he leaned upward and swung the sword straight at the maniac's chest. Almost instantly the man bounced backwards and was grazed by the weapon allowing drops of blood to flow out of his wound. His own blades sat at the sides of his thighs but he made no move to take them out and fight back. Instead he simply gave a ear splitting grin of raw glee.
Nezumi shuttered. He had made a grave mistake and he couldn't find anyway ninety nine other ways out of it.
