Blood.
So much of it.
Blood.
Where was it coming from?
Concentrate
….on what? Staying alive? He was the Black Reaper; he never needed to concentrate to stay alive. The man standing above him should be dead. There's no way his own weapon was lodged so deeply in his shoulder, blood seeping out like the juice of a crushed orange. His ribs weren't broken-no he was just imagining it, the pain wasn't real. He just wasn't getting enough sleep; his mind was playing tricks on him.
But why couldn't he move?
"So you are handsome...sneaky."
Why did he let her take off his mask? Why didn't he kill her? Had he really grown too soft?
'I could've killed this guy if I didn't spare her.' Hei reminisced.
He was an assassin, a reaper. He didn't spare lives. Those who knew too much were dead.
"Stop being someone you're not. Stop killing!"Shut up Pai-no...she's right.
The defeated assassin was brought back to reality when he felt a second blade stab through the meat of his other shoulder, deeper this time, twisted, to the bone. More blood oozed out from his injured backside.
So painful
Can't move
Head bleeding, chest crushed, arms immobile; how the hell did he get like this?
"Does it hurt?" Taunted his tormentor.
Hei wanted to crush him. He wanted to smash his damn face into the cold, hard floor and electrocute him into hell and back. He wanted to break his neck so he couldn't move. He wanted the man to feel double the pain that the Black Reaper was. His anger was the only thing keeping him conscious despite the large amount of blood he'd lost.
"Hei! Where are you? Don't go...I'm scared!""Yin!"
The Hell's Gate incident...that's when he became closer to Yin. Hei couldn't leave her alone, he couldn't stand the fact of not being able to touch her, to hold her, to...kiss her. That's why...he wouldn't lose. He would kill Harvest, he would hold Yin, he would go back to his old life in Tokyo. He could start anew.
….or could he…?