I was just thinking about how there are these yandere Battler fics/comics and I wanted to try that with AmaAnge too. I didn't think too much about the kind of universe this would take place in, but it would probably be a bad end to 1998 where instead of killing Ange, Amakusa kidnaps her.
If you're expecting romance or fluff, you won't find it here. You've been warned.
Ange was dizzy, furious and painfully aware of her body, even if she had no real control over it. Her toes curled on their own and cries of frustration came out as short, pathetic moans and sobs, because she was trapped in a body that could express nothing but pleasure, a body that wasn't hers. Not anymore.
She was disgusted by his hands, yet her skin tingled for his fingers and she could not stand the sound of his voice even if her insides would twitch when he groaned against her neck. She was going insane and he loved it, because it was vengeance, punishment for something she didn't know nor care about.
Slowly, Ange finally felt herself slipping away, but he would have none of it— and it only took him a few seconds to bring her back: He knew her body too well, and just moving his hips like that would make her jump— then...
"Nn— G...aah...!"
Ange hid her face in the pillow, wet with tears, sweat and his laughter.
"Hyaha!" The mockery was interrupted by his own gasps. "You're so damn cute, Ange! I want to make you come again and again until you can't even remember your own name!"
Her curses and venom would never reach him so she glared, for peace of mind, for his amusement. He kissed her lips, her breasts, possessively— there was never love in his touch. Ange was another one of his prizes, another payment for his dirty work. He was materialistic, selfish, and she belonged to him— and Amakusa would only please her because that got him off too, even if she hated it, hated him.
Who cared. Amakusa didn't need her love. He just needed her. He was obsessed, trapped in a body that only knew how to crave for her skin, a body that did not belong to him. Not anymore.
He loved her body yet he would bruise it and make it his against her will, and he loved her insolent eyes even if they pierced through him with anything but desire. It was vengeance, punishment, a cage he could get out of, but never be free of.
They'd just torture each other like that, neither paradise nor hell.
Until death broke them apart.