"Aw," Ootori Eiichi said, his lips pulling back into a nasty snarl, "you're so devoted to your little band."

Hauka flinched visibly before the man, pulling the sheet music to her chest, and scooting back on the piano bench, "I-I already told you, Ootori-san, I will not write music for anyone else."

"You write for the Quartet Night's!" He yelled loudly, slamming his fist down onto the piano, the stick popping out from under the lid and then causing the lid to slam shut with a loud crack.

Nanami Haruka had been in the middle of practice, she had been so into the melody and music that she hadn't noticed when someone walked into the same room as her. Or when that certain someone stood there and watched her play. Eiichi had been showing up at the most random of times as of the late, but always when she was alone. Offering her a deal to become Heavens lyricist.

And every time she had refused.

And lately he's been getting more violent, more vicious. She was getting scared, and maybe she should have told one of her friends- but she didn't. She made herself believe that he was just doing this for his friend's and fan's, so she didn't take it to heart; always one to believer the best in people.

"Haruka-chan," he cooed sarcastically, "this is one offer you will not be able to refuse." He took a step towards her, watching as she scooted back an inch. He didn't know why she drove him so insane, but she did; maybe it was the way her eyes shown when she was happy. Or when her short red hair blew in the wind, encasing all her beauty.

Or how lovely she looked when she cried, tears streaking down her face leaving water trails. Maybe it was the fact of how great it would be to break her and bend her to his will; keep her for himself without having to share.

"No." Haruka said determindly, "I will not go to your band-"

Eiichi cut her off by grabbing the back of her neck, and shoved her head into the top of the small paino. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear, "I suggest you rethink your answer."

Haruka felt the fear build up in her chest as his hot breath fanned over the side of her face, her lungs begun to close in, "E-Eiichi-san, please-"

"Tsk, tsk." Eiichi whispered, leaning in even closer his lips touching her ear, "give me the answer I want and I shall let you go."

"I-"

"But if you give me the wrong answer more punishment is coming your way.

Haruka sucked in a deep breath, tears came pooling down her face. She had nothing to be strong for if not her boys, writing music for them was her only connection. If she gave that up...

If she gave that up she would have no other reason to be around them. Her chest constricted at the thought of not being with them any more.

And she knew nothing could be worse then leaving them and her decision was made.

"I," she took a greedy gulp of air and closed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears, "will stay with Starish."

Eiichi grunted and tangled his fingers in her hair, pulling her head back. Her neck was exposed and pale. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him, tears pulling down her cheeks. He loved the vulnerable look written clear on her face, the look without any hope; it drove him mad. His pants now becoming unbearably tight. Yet he could still see a sliver of it, and he wanted it gone. Eiichi ignored the hot liquid he felt on his hands; just as Haruka ignored the pain shooting through her head right above her hair line from the hit she took when he slammed her down to the instrument.

"You'll regret that answer, Haruka." He whispered softly, he looked down slightly and the suns glare blocked out any emotion in his eyes that Haruka might have been able to see.

"I won't," she said confidently, "I write for the ones I love." Even with the tears pouring out, she looked strong and willing to do anything to stay right were she was.

Eiichi wanted nothing more than to break her.

His bright purple eyes stayed hidden from view, his brown hair still the same way it had been when he came in. He was calm, so very calm, and that scared Haruka more than his rage might have.

He pulled her hair to one side, pulling her body along after, then slung her the other way. Watching as she tumbled off the chair and onto the floor. She slammed into the wall, her papers scattered everywhere. He made no move to help her as she cradled herself, knees pulled to her chest, and head tucked in between them.

Eiichi looked at her one last time before turning on his heal, heading towards the door. He'd have to up his game if he wished to achieve his goal. He closed the practice room door behind him, making no sound at all. Then he begun to walk down the hallway, no clue as to where he was going, but leaving nonetheless.

Mikado Nagi was walking down the opposite way, along with Sumeragi Kira. "Eiichi?" Nagi called, a smile now turning his frown upwards. He took off into a run towards the eldest member of Heavens. Kira didn't speed up, but kept at the same pace he had been going.

Nagi looked the same as usual, his dirty blond hair was perfectly styled and his sandy colored eyes showed his amusement and his age. Kira didn't looked much different, his white gloves where on and he had his hands tucked into his pockets. His black hair was swept to one side, and his golden green eyes were void of any emotion.

"Nagi," he said and then turned to the other member, "Kira. What are you two doing down here?"

"We were looking for Haruka," Nagi pouted, "we had asked her to write us a personal song. She had agreed. But we can't find her." They could see a sudden flicker of emotion pass his eyes, but at a closer look, it was gone.

"I saw her go down to the dorms." Of course he would lie. Eiichi didn't want them to find her while she was like that, he didn't think she would tell. That was just the kind of girl she was, but while she was so shaken up and scared he didn't know what might slip out.

Kira watched them with a calculating stare, if anyone would know the truth, it would be Kira or that brat Mikaze Ai. He'd have to look out for the both of them. They stayed back and watched, observing everything that happened. In his mind he listed the mas threats.

"You have blood on your hand," Kira said, watching as the small drops of blood slipped down his fingers and to the ground. Eiichi slowly brought his hand to his face, observing the red liquid running down his hand. It was allot, he noted, he must have gotten it on him from Haruka.

"It's not mine," he reassured them with a wicked smile.

Filthy, he said to himself, filthy blood. She'd made a mess with herself, and dared place it on my hand... He brought his hand up to his lips, but never made contact. He inhaled sharply, and he could have sworn he smelled the soft honey scent of Haruka.

"Who's is it?" Nagi asked, clearly not fazed by the weird way of his friend. Eiichi had always been a weird and dark one, he had noticed that right of the bat. Most would assume that Kira would be that way, but Eiichi was the one you had to look out for.

"No one to concern yourself about," he said with a hint of rage coating his eyes. Then quickly calming himself and added: "They are all taken care of."

Kira didn't miss the way he subtly left out the gender of the person. He didn't know what was going on, but he would find out. Kira never trusted Eiichi, they may be in the same band, but Eiichi was not one to care about things like that. He cared for himself and nothing more.

"Are you sure?" Kira inquired, Nagi turned to look at the silent man shocked at his friend's probing. Kira didn't prob. Not unless he was worried about something or someone. And Kira didn't care about anyone, not unless that someone was...

Nanami Haruka

Nagi didn't understand why everyone was so attracted to the young girl, but they were. He himself was smitten with her, wanting to do anything and everything he could to protect her, and if Kira thought she was hurt...

"I'm sure." Eiichi snapped out, eyes narrowing. "Now if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way. I have many things to do today."

Eiichi moved past Nagi and just as he was about to move further down the the hall Kira stepped in his way. Like always his face remained expressionless, his eyes void of anything, yet holding so much intensity it scared Nagi, and his stance nothing but proper, which was a mystery all in itself; no one could stand that posture for long.

Eiichi knew better then to be fooled by Kira's nonchalant facade, however, "If you have something to say, say it."

Kira stood there a moment longer before stepping to the side, allowing the older boy to pass. Nagi watched with wide eyes at the interaction. As Eiichi disappeared down the hall Nagi went back to Kira with full attention, standing right in front of him he slammed his finger into the darked haired boys chest.

"What was that all about?"

"Nothi-"

"Is Haruka-chan in trouble?" At the words Nagi winced, an image flashing into his head. He shook the thought away, not wanting to remember the past.

"I don't know." Kira said and looked down towards the hall where Eiichi had come from.

Nagi shook his head, clearly disapproving of the answer he received, "You know everything." No one knew how Kira knew everything, he just did. No one questioned it, but just went along with it. Kira was never wrong, and that was a fact.

"This time," Kira said, and for the first time Nagi saw emotion on his face, but there was no doubt that they both knew who caused it, "I'm not sure. I just hope I'm wrong." Kira's brow furrowed together in concentration, his brain going into deep thinking as he thought about all the possibility.

"Does this have do with Nanami Haruka?" Nagi knew the answer without even asking; but it didn't seem real, so he needed Kira to confirm his thoughts.

"There is no doubt about that." And just like that, all the emotions were whipped from Kira's face as he stared long and hard down the hallway that Eiichi has just left.