Misaki

"Takahiro… Oh… Takahiro's going to see this…" Misaki's head was spinning- he felt like he was going to upchuck and soon. The speed at which Akihiko was driving didn't exactly help.

I've got myself into more than I can handle. Damn. I shouldn't have let Akihiko near me. You don't mean that… do you? This has gone way to fast… fuck. The bastard for seducing me…

"What the hell are we going to do!"

"Don't get wound up."

"Wound up! Of course I'm going to be bloody wound up, half of bloody Tokyo thinks I'm some sort of male slut!"

"It doesn't say that. The only thing it says about you is that it's been rumoured you've been visiting me. Nothing about any relationship, so quiet the buzzing in your bonnet."

"It says here that you take boys my age into your apartment monthly!"

"Oh for God's sake. I'm gonna smite that little bugger."

"Well do you?"

Akihiko screeched to a halt at the traffic lights and gave Misaki a dry look.

"To tutor them."

"Like you tutored me?"

Akihiko's shoulders sagged.

"No, Misaki."

Suddenly, only for a split second, it felt like Akihiko and Misaki didn't know each other at all.

But I don't really know know him… do I… Lord, maybe I am just a slut.

"You're not a slut," Akihiko said, quietly. Misaki realised he'd spoken the last part outloud. Instead of driving down into the car-park, Akihiko pulled into a space on the roadside. "Stay in the car."

Akihiko

Akihiko reached his front door but didn't open it. He heard water running inside and then a drawer closing.

As the door opened in front of him, Akihiko's eyes pierced into Ousari's. She nearly gasped, but instead stood stuck to the spot.

"Oh, Ousari. Are you going to let me in?" Akihiko's voice was weary.

I don't bloody deserve to be with anyone, considering the mess that's spilled from the past into the present. Misaki… I'm so sorry.

Ousari stood to the side, allowing Akihiko to see Tasaki sitting on the sofa. He had a severely pissed off expression on his face that morphed into an expression of glee once he turned his head to see Akihiko.

A gun was on the table in front of Tasaki.

"So, what's this gathering going to consist of, then? Am I to sleep with you instead this time, Ousari?"

Ousari shook her head.

"Not with her," Tasaki cut in. "Not with anyone." His voice was ragged. He stood up and stumbled towards Akihiko, grabbing the gun and aiming. He got within an inch of Akihiko before Akihiko kneed him in the stomach. Tasaki bent over and stayed in that position, arms around his skeletal torso.

"There's no point in any of this, Tasaki," Akihiko spat. "Grow up and collect some sense."

"Point enough to sleep with me and then cast me aside for some scrawny student. Do you really get your kicks out of such an amateur?" Tasaki spoke to the floor.

"That's really none of your business. It was a mistake to ever let you enter my life, Tasaki. You disgust me, so obsessed with money and power. That's the only reason you slept with me that night. Ousari must've told you of my wealthy heritage."

"She didn't need to." Then, Tasaki started laughing. He fell to his knees, head still bent as the laughter mingled with his sobs. "I already knew about you. I love you for more than the money... I was going to do it, today, you know? What you said you'd marry me for."

"What the hell are you on about?"

"You said that you'd marry whoever killed Ousari."

"Ousari, he's mixing my words. I was very drunk. Trust me, I don't want you dead."

"Nice to know…" Ousari warbled.

"Would've been nice to kill you," Tasaki whispered.

"You're insane."

"You're mine!" Tasaki screeched, jolting up from the floor like a jack-in-the-box. His fingernails were sharp enough to tear through his gloves… Akihiko managed to punch Tasaki in the jaw just as his nails, like shards of glass, scratched over his right eye.

Akihiko couldn't help but cover his eye, shocked at the pain and ugly fighting scheme Tasaki employed.

Misaki

Stay here, he said. Well, I'm waiting… but he didn't say for how long.

Misaki couldn't help but feel worried. He was biting the skin around his nails so hard that the metallic taste of blood tipped the end of his tongue.

Suddenly, he couldn't stand it any longer.

In a matter of two minutes, he was at the front door of the condo. Akihiko was bent over with something crimson oozing over his hand covering his eye.

Blood?

"Misaki, get out of here, call Eri Aikawa and the Police." Akihiko chucked a mobile phone at him and Misaki caught it, just as a manic and cruel scream filled the hallway.

Misaki heard a click, watched Akihiko stand fully upright and suddenly Misaki was slammed against the wall with Akihiko standing in front of him, blocking his vision.

There was a wet, choking noise.

Then silence.


Okay, I know that some of this, maybe a lot, is quite confusing. But all will be explained. Soon. Please review =)