025 Afterlife

Kise hadn't believed in the afterlife as a child. There was the then, and the now, and the future. And once you were dead- well, you were dead.

She had known exactly what Haizaki felt about the afterlife. Despite his hatred for religion, and the way he'd deliberately step out to offend and destroy as many sensibilities as possible, she had known just how much the idea of… not existing scared him.

She'd asked him about it once. Just once. She had been fourteen then. Haizaki had been approaching nineteen. He gave her the sharpest glare shed ever felt, excluding her daddy's. He had leaned in, lips brushing ever so lightly against her ear. They froze for that split second in time, and a shudder had wracked her frame – she had known very well just how dangerous he could be.

He broke the silence to whisper into her ear. Soft, but his words had been as sharp as a dagger.

Kise could still imagine the cold spreading from her ear, down her body as he left her standing there, feeling as if all her life had been sucked out of her, and absorbed by him.

She knew then, that death would be Haizaki.

026 Daybreak

The morning always brought her peace, away from the shadows that Haizaki brought.

027 Audience

Back when they were young, Kise seventeen, and Haizaki twenty-two, all she wanted to do was to proclaim that he was hers- she didn't want to share what was hers.

She had once owned Haizaki's body, soul, and mind.

She could own him once more.

She wanted to keep him at her side, and know that she was in possession of every part of him, to know that the moment she wanted something, he'd know, and he'd fulfill her every whim. She wanted to keep everyone away from what was hers, to let them see just how much she possessed him. How much he possessed her.

But that was when they were young.

She was twenty-three now. He was twenty-eight.

She was getting married. He was gone, far away from her reach.

She lowered her amber eyes, every step she took a measured action. The silken skirt of her dress slid over her slender legs. The veil covering her face a mask between herself and her audience.

Kise signed her soul away to the devil.

028 Agony

The only moment of agony Haizaki had ever felt was when Akashi, old, cold, alive, stabbed that knife into his throat. "You shouldn't have loved her, Shougo." Akashi murmured, eyes almost pitying as he turned around to walk away.

Haizaki fell onto the ground, gasping for air, even as the cold bite of steel spread from his throat and throughout his body.

I don't fucking love her.

029 Return

Set in a world where Kise never married Aomine, yet is still the heiress of Teikou.

Twenty-two years of age, and in the prime of her life.

Despite the fact that there was a party going on, and she was the hostess of said party, she kept looking back at him, as if calling him to join her in the battlefront of social interactions.

Haizaki sneered, staying back in the shadows, content to stay there and watch. He loved imagining exactly how everyone in this… gathering of pure and wonderful souls would react to the thought of her beneath him, sweaty and slutty, crying out for more like the whore she was. Pushing back against him, trying to force him deeper and deeper into her cunt. She wouldn't even care if people were watching them, not even if he grabbed her at that moment, tore her dress off, thrust his cock into her.

But he held back from his desire to fuck her senseless.

She'd come crawling back to him, after all, feet red from the confines of her high heels, her dress hanging off of her body to frame her body indecently, begging for him to pleasure her once the night was done.

Haizaki snorted softly as he watched the little princess charm her way across the room, a gentle smile on her cupid lips. He smirked faintly at the thought that just a few hours ago, those lips were wrapped around his cock. A few gentle words, an even gentler touch to the arm, despite knowing it was only a mask she wore, they fell for her act.

It was almost sickening to watch how easily she wrapped them around her finger—and it was even more sickening to imagine exactly how easy it had been for her to wrap her little fingers around him, trapping him at her side. He wasn't meant to be tied down to one place, to her. He had sworn that he'd never return under the service of Teikou. And yet, he came back at her plea, to satisfy her little whims and worries.

Haizaki didn't want to return to her.

Yet he did anyway.

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