Hiruma:
I was so pissed. I was so pissed. I was so pissed. I think I never was as pissed as this before.
I could strangle her right here and now. I could make a Swiss cheese out of her with my guns.
I barelly controled myself.
I threw her over my shoulder and imediatelly regreted it. I threw her right across my shoulder with her scar.
Well ... I was also hurt so the guilt didn't last much longer.
My nose was broken and the blood poured down my mouth, chin and dripped on my shirt. I was like vampire with my victim over my back.
I will make her suffer I swear. Nobody pushes me around. Not me.
I control others. I manipulate them. I do not get a broken nose for no price.
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Niah:
I cried like a tortured animal, I was so loud that it looked like he was going to decapitate me right in that minute.
He was taking me out of the school and before I knew it every window in the school was open and everyone looking.
Hiruma blood all over and me screaming like a pig, thrown over his shoulder like a dinner-to-be.
Hiruma sent just one murderous glance at the school and you could hear windows closing, people retreating to their own God damned business.
He was taking me to the American football office that was in the back of the school. I knew where that is.
When he opened the door someone was already in.
„Out! NOW!"
„Hiruma-san ..." It was Kurita. But it wasn't good to talk to Hiruma now.
„OUT! NOW! Or I will sent you to hell in this very minute! OUT!" I saw Kurita and some boy run out of the building. I recognized the boy from the first day of school and he was also in my class. I didn't know his name though.
I tried for them to help me.
„Help me ... Please don't leave me alone with him ... Please!"
They were just looking at me petrified, not knowing what to do. Not wanting to cross paths with the devil who had me in his clutches.
„Don't you even fucking dare..." He growled and slamed the door shut.
I expected him to toss me into the wall across but he reached behind him. He put his hands on my back and lower spine and lowered me gently so I touched the floor. I was having my arms around his neck.
His face was close to mine, it was all bloody but I didn't have time to observe in fear. I started to cough.
My face leaned at that blood on his shirt and I coughed for long two or three minutes. My throat wasn't dried but I was having difficult breathing because he just tossed me over his shoulder a few minutes before.
I had to fully lean on him because I wasn't getting enough of oxygen in my brain and my head started to spinn violently. So much of my plan to not look weak infront of anyone. How cliche, weak girl leaning on a boy who must hold her up. I'm pathetic.
He caught me for my waist and leaned me closer to his hips. As a midget as I was, my face was somewhere in the line of his heart.
„God Hiruma ... You will kill me someday ..." I started to breath slowly but I couldn't stand anymore.
He placed a hand on the wall behind us and slid us on the floor.
It was easier that way for me.
My crying and coughing ended in hickups and I was so fed up with him right now and with everything that I just lay there.
I was leaning on his bloodied shirt and my hair was now red for sure, not mentioning my face.
He still held me close to him. It didn't fell wrong. Just different.
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Hiruma:
I caught her when her coughing sweeped her of her feet. I was so angry at her but then after a few seconds there was only pity and something else I couldn't decipher. Concern?
I leaned her body to mine and she was like a piece of puzzle, matching just the way I liked it.
I felt her lean a little closer but then I realized it wasn't intentional, because she just couldn't stand any longer.
I leaned a hand onto the wall and helped us sit down on the floor. She wasn't heavy at all but she was obviously in pain if I tried to hold her up.
„God Hiruma ... You will kill me someday ..." She whispered under her breath but I caught it. I would've smirked but this wasn't a normal situation for me anymore.
I hugged her closer to myself. I felt her heart pumping when I held my hand on her back. I entangled my fingers with her hair and she whimped a little under the touch.
I shifted her position to be more comfortable but just when I started to think my rational thinking, why the hell am I doing this ... it hit me.
I looked her down in her hazy forest green eyes. Half of her face was bloodied because of my shirt but I saw trough it. I saw pass the dirt of her tears, pass the pain of her body, pass the tiredness that slowly crept in her body. And what I saw was beautiful. Uterly beautiful.
I'm such a moron. Why am I even looking her like that?
What I saw was her bone structures that were different from ordinal Japanese ones, she was a half, obviously. Her white hair swinged wheneven I made a move to shift her. Her slightly pale skin glowed like diamonds because of the sweat but I couldn't care less.
When I abandoned the thinking, the mind that was always deciphering ... I leaned closer to her half closed lips with my mouth. I placed a butterfly kiss on top of them.
My anger was done for. I couldn't summon it over her. I knew it.
Her eyes only widened a little, the look of wonder on her face. Her breathing quickened it's pace.
I leaned over her mouth again but now ... I placed a firm and passionate kiss. I forced her to open her mouth and when she did I gladly entered.
My breathing quickened and my grip firmed, I pulled her closer. My mind was on vacation. It could be a third world war outside and I wouldn't notice a thing.
But I did notice one thing. She returned me the kiss.
At first shy. At first slowly and carefully like I will disapear under pressure.
Then she equaled my effort and fire and I knew that if she wouldn't stop now and then, I would probably not be able to stop myself till the end.
She didn't stop. Not now and not then.
And she was now left in my care.
I was just starting to kiss her down her throat and starting to lean her on the floor when her head fell back.
I couldn't believe it. She was out.
I thought she was asleep but she was unconscious.
It was a miracle. A bad one.
An extremly corrupted luck.
I really couldn't believe it.
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Niah:
I was dreaming.
I was kissing him so passionately I couldn't recognize myself. I was a virgin for God's sake and now I was kissing Hiruma like he was my only dose of heroin.
I forgot for a moment about my pain, I forgot for a moment about my lack of oxygen.
His hair tickled the tips of my fingers and I dived into his blond hair like a beast on starvation.
But then I felt I was loosing strenght in my fingers and my vision blurred. I forgot to breathe there for a moment. And that moment seemed fatal.
I was violently dropped in the shadow of dreams. I was disapointed to no end.
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