"Should I file a restraining order?" She said it without humour, flicking her long green hair behind her.
He tripped over his feet, standing again to hide who he was watching.
As if she didn't know.
"You've already killed one of my children Minazuki, I'd thank you to leave Marron be."
North"I… feel them," Marron paused to gauge his reaction before continuing in a stripped voice, "It's sharp, not like nausea but … it's in my gut."
She concentrated hard on looking past him. She didn't want him to know, although she knew he must know already. He was Sinbahd wasn't he? This was his work too.
A cool hand slipped lightly under the hem of her shirt and she shrieked, slapping him away.
"PERVERT! Keep your hands-"
Chiaki didn't look up but again, reached for her side. "Right here, right? That's where you feel it."
"What?" Her voice was strangled and she didn't know why-
Why were there stitches across her side?
"I tried Marron. I'm so sorry."
He still wouldn't look at her.
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"Yamato!" Miyako didn't bother to hide the surprise from her voice. Or the disgust.
He cast a baleful look at her and turned to the exit, "I won't come near her again. Kusakabe's mother has already made that clear," his voice faded into weariness, "Please just let me leave Miyako."
The last thing she wanted to do was to give him what he wanted. Even if she didn't want it either.
Especially then.
"You could have stopped it."
He growled, turning to face her, "So could have you!"
She didn't let him see her flinch. "Because I'm the chief's daughter? Is that how you write this off?! You were in the gang Minazuki. You were there!"
She expected him to let it go. She expected him to stand there impotently. She expected him to run.
Isn't that what he did then?
"I know!" He half screamed, half sobbed and stood there breaking before her.
She didn't move a hand to stop it.
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"Nagoya-san!"
"Noin!"
Both doctors stood sheepishly at the entrance to the Pysch ward.
"I was just passing through to the x-ray room-"
"There was some documents that needed-"
"Although x-ray is really a floor below me and on the other side of the building-"
"Well not so much documents as a nurse who was holding them-"
They sweatdropped, hearing what they had just said.
…
"So about this nurse…"
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No matter what he did, he was still Yamato.
He couldn't escape it, not really.
Not when it mattered.
But he hadn't wanted to be their Linchou anymore! So instead of people stepping over him as class president he'd step on them first, as a Demon.
And it was so good. To be not himself, but to live as somebody else.
He had danger running through his veins and it loosened his tongue, made him scream freedom he hadn't thought meant for him.
And he was seen. Noticed. Wanted…
But not by Marron.
Still not good enough Linchou
Keep trying Linchou
Pass in my homework for me Linchou-
Stop. It wasn't him. It was the Demon in him that had run that night. That had led to this.
Christ. Just look at what he'd done to her. Was this all that his love amounted to? A means to cripple that of his affection until he felt worth something to her? To make her need him as much as he needed her?
And Miyako-
Still motionless before him,
Well she had loved him too.
And that hurt him more than Marron's loss of reality. Because Miyako knew what she had lost, bore it with grace close to the bone.
He knew it too.
He had chosen wrong.
Again.
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"I had to choose."
"Chiaki-"
"No! … Please. I had to choose you."
"I don't- what are-?"
A sharp kick to her side, a knife over her- no stabbing over and over and he wasn't moving oh god why wasn't he moving!? ohgodohgod-
It all fades to red.
