Chapter 8

Amajiki awoke to a loud snoring sound, he groggily looked next to him and saw Haru. He was snuggled into the blankets, talking in his sleep. Tamaki thought it was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. He smiled at the lovely sight, then leaned over to kiss his boyfriend's forehead. Haru stirred lightly at the warm touch, but his restlessness died down after a few seconds. Tamaki glanced over to the nightstand, eyeing the bottle of lube sitting on it. His eyes widened as he glanced back and forth between his stunning boyfriend and the bottle.

Huh?! Did we...did we have sex?! The last thing I remember is walking in here to go to sleep. There's no way!

He kept staring at the bottle, second guessing himself to avoid believing the truth. His hands were shaking, and his legs hurt, a little too much for his liking. As the boy began to get out of bed, his back pierced with pain before he hit the floor. The noise was apparently enough to wake Haru up, since he was now at Tamaki's side, helping him on to the bed.

"H-Haru..."

"Just stay still."

"Haru, what happened? Did we...have sex?"

The other boy tensed up at Amajiki's question. His eyes flooded with fear as he frantically searched for a response.

"Um...you...you don't remember?"

"No."

"You don't remember anything?"

"No. All I know is that there's a bottle of lube on the nightstand and my back hurts like hell."

Haru opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it as he thought about the outcome.

"We...we did have sex...I didn't know you were that out of it..."

"We did?! How? I don't remember anything."

"Well, you were getting dressed, and things just...happened."

The smaller boy looked down at the floor, his mouth physically unable to form words. They just wouldn't come out, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had intercourse with Haru?

I... I don't get it...why don't I remember?

Haru placed his hand against Tamaki's cheek, gently rubbing his soft, pastel skin. His emerald eyes were staring at Tamaki, filled to the brim with concern. Amajiki grabbed Haru's hand and pulled it away from his face, squeezing it between his own.

"I... I wanna go for a walk."

"Huh?"

"I'm going for a walk." With that, Tamaki stood up, slipped some clothes on, and walked out the front door. He was hoping that the crisp, morning air would clear his mind, but he was mistaken. The only thing the air could do was muddle his thoughts even more, especially with all the fog rolling through that day.

As he walked down the street, he noticed that no one was out. There weren't any people on the sidewalks or in the stores. Everything was just still, frozen in time. It was as if the world around him kept turning, but he was trapped in a never-ending cycle of isolation. His ears were ringing, and his limbs were numb. There was nothing he could do, just stand there and pray for whatever it was to go away. Just as he was about to give in to the feel of fainting, a sudden jerk brought him back to reality.

He looked up to whatever had saved him. He couldn't believe his eyes, it was Haru. He was firmly holding Tamaki against his chest, shielding him from something. He tried to figure out what Haru was looking at, but his eyes wouldn't budge from their spot. He just stared at Haru's chest, gripping onto the boy's shirt. He could clearly hear Haru's heartbeat. The person that he treasured most was here, that's all that mattered. Haru pried Tamaki away from his clothes and cupped his face in his hands.

"Tamaki, baby?"

Amajiki looked up in response to his words.

"I need you to run." Haru's voice was filled with worry. His hands were shaking as he held on to Tamaki.

"W-what?"

"Please, just run and, whatever you do, don't look back."

Tamaki was confused. He just wanted to be with Haru, why couldn't he? Who was trying to take him away? His eyes shifted down to the ground, then back up to his boyfriend, who was protectively standing in front of him. Tamaki still didn't know why Haru was doing that, that is, until he glanced past his lover. In the distance, there was a person standing next to one of the buildings. From what Tamaki could see, the stranger was wielding a scythe, and they didn't look too friendly.

His eyes were locked on to the metal that the person held. It was glowing a bright red, nearly the same color as the person's cloak. The stranger began walking towards the two teenagers, their actions not showing a sliver of mercy. They spun the scythe around a few times before charging at Haru, who, luckily, dodged in time.

"Hah! You're not as agile as you used to be, Haru! I finally got blood to sparkle on that pretty little skin of yours." The menacing person chuckled as they reached out to touch the scythe's blade.

Tamaki stared at Haru's face, focusing on the deep, red mark on his cheek.

"Ha-" His words were stolen as Haru began to yell at him, waving his hand around like it would solve everything.

"Shut up and run, Amajiki! I'll deal with this!"

"No! I can help!"

"No. I won't allow it!" Haru screamed through clenched teeth, his quirk on the verge of activating.

Tamaki stood up, clenching his arm. His limbs were heavy, even more so with the atmosphere. It made everything feel gloomy and burdening. All he wanted to do was leave, but he refused to unless Haru was right behind him.

"Please! I know I can defeat that guy!"

"Oh, but I'm no guy." The stranger spoke up, their voice enveloping the two in a sickening cloud of haze and soot. They slowly pulled off their hood, revealing a girl with bright orange hair.

Haru stared in shock and Tamaki tried desperately to gain his footing. He wanted to help. He didn't want to be a helpless bystander, watching from the sidelines as someone is killed. He could do something. His feet, however, didn't get the que. They refused to budge from where he was sitting.

"Haru! Please, don't fight her!"

"I have to, or else she'll never leave us alone!"

The girl lunged at Haru with her blade aimed straight at his heart, but he jumped out of the way. The blade just barely missed his neck. Without giving Haru any recovery time, she swung her scythe once more, still in attempt to kill him. She missed, but she did manage to draw blood. This time, the cut was on his arm.

"Alright, that's all the time I want to play with you. I'm tired of this game."

"It's not a fucking game, Chesu!"

"Of course it is. I wanted to finish playing, but you left without permission. Now you have to pay the price."

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Alrighty...this hurt my brain to write...sorry if it's confusing or something. ;)