A/N: I suppose I should make it a point to update weekly… probably every Friday/Sunday, what do you guys think? XD

Anw, I now present to you the fifth chapter of A Different Kind of Torture!

CHAPTER FIVE

Awkward Hormones

She couldn't help it as an evil smile creeped up her face, much to the wonder of Feitan, his glare hardening on her as soon as he felt that the girl was most likely planning something fishy.

"Oh, I see that you need my help, huh?"

Feitan was mentally restraining himself from tearing the girl's limbs one by one, as he glared at her smirking face.

"Stop being annoying. Ugly girl." He hissed as he took a step towards her, giving her that move as a warning.

'If only I didn't need girl's help she already dead from the first day I came' he mentally reminded himself, so as to not end up killing the girl due to her antics.

Aki gulped as he decreased the distance between them. 'Crap. I guess this is my limit of teasing him. He's such an impatient guy.' Aki frowned before smiling sweetly.

"Alright already. I'll help you in whatever way I can. But of course I need to set some conditions of mine too."

Feitan narrowed his eyes at the girl before responding with a hard "No."

Aki scowled at him. "Excuse me?"

Upon seeing Aki's reaction made the little torturer smile inwardly; he really liked it whenever Aki frowns, for a reason he doesn't know why— it probably must be because he's a natural sadist… or he just loves getting back at her; heck, she always gets on his nerves, so it was just of him to return the favor, right? He decided to taunt the girl further and see how easily she would be angered with merely his 'witty' responses.

"You heard me girl. I. Said. No. Stupid. You can't understand the word 'no'?" Feitan smirked underneath his bandanna, eyes gleaming at her when he said no; oh how he was really enjoying this moment.

Aki tried to bore holes at Feitan with her glares; infuriated, she completely fell for his trap. She suddenly stood up and attempted to stare down at him, but to no avail, even though he was merely a few inches taller than her.

'Fuck. Why must he be taller than me?'

'Heh. I could easily slit girl's throat with the way she's standing.'

Aki put her good hand on her hips while trying to look tough and intimidating, much to Feitan's amusement.

"Well if you won't meet me on equal terms you are free to leave this house this instant. It should be a fair deal; I help you, and you give me some kind of beneficial help or whatever in return. It's called business buddy, in case you were wondering." Aki retorted, trying to look as scary as she can.

Feitan however, merely snickered at her failed attempts.

"You amusing person. But you can't scare me with small and disgustingly nude form of yours, miss no-boobs." He sneered, flicking her forehead hard that it made her fall back down to the couch.

No boobs.

No boobs.

No boobs.

The last statement echoed in Aki's head as she froze, seeming to be in a trance.

If hugging was taboo in Feitan's vocabulary, well… in Aki's own dictionary, taboo would be linked to other people's comments about her least endowed asset… her breasts.

And now Feitan was doing a good job in making the girl go mad by deciding to pick on her boobs, which were also, unfortunately, picked on by other people a while back when she was running.

A vein popped on Aki's forehead as she slowly turned red with anger. 'Okay Aki, breathe. Breathe. Don't listen to the no boobs part. You have wonderful breasts… breasts. Er.. Whatever, breasts don't define beauty Aki. Breathe. Even without it, you're beautiful. He's just insecure of you, calm down.' Aki chanted in her mind, attempting to regain her less to nothing self-esteem; like come on, give my boobs some slack, she thought.

It took every inch of willpower within her to be able to calm down for a bit, before responding stonily, a figurative icy wind twirling about in the room.

"What did you just call me?"

Feitan raised an eyebrow at the girl's response, a bit disappointed. He honestly expected the girl to throw a tantrum at him— which would be a perfectly good reason for him to physically hurt her again. But no, here she was, face rigid as she asked the said question in a deadly calm manner.

'What to do to tick girl off… I think I should try different approach. Verbal abuse can't work on her anymore' Feitan thought, alternative ideas flooding his mind. He thought hard about what made her ticked off in the first place, when suddenly an idea popped into his mind.

She was really going to hate him for this.

Feitan took another step towards Aki, until they were about three inches apart. He towered over her as the girl tried to take a step back, but was halted instead by the edge of the couch.

"I said, Miss no boobs. You deaf?" Feitan snickered. Aki was ready to throw in a verbal insult but froze when Feitan suddenly cupped her breasts with his hands and said, "See? I no feel anything. You just a kid, you no chance in seducing me."

And now Feitan has just crossed the line.

Aki reacted in a shriek, attempting to push him away; but Feitan was too fast for her. He grabbed her good arm and bent it, poised to break it at any moment he wanted. Aki's back was turned to him as he threatened her; she shivered as she felt him seemingly breathing into her ear.

"So now you help me, understand? You don't try to annoy me, girl. You won't help me, I kill someone precious to you."

Oh how she wanted to punch him so badly right now; but still, Aki wasn't stupid enough to try to come up with a retort at the small man— she felt that even though her gut feeling told her that he couldn't kill her, he could still kill people who are important to her: her friend Momo, and…

'Taka. Help.' Aki silently pleaded as she closed her eyes.

Feitan's grip on her tightened as he coaxed the girl to answer. "Answer me."

Aki nodded in response, trying to calm herself down. She wouldn't cry, oh no— she was too mad to cry. She cursed herself for trying to be a Good Samaritan and take him home; if only she wasn't too nice and accommodating, her life would probably be a bit more normal as it was.

But this is Aki we're talking about; normal was never present in her vocabulary.

The pressure on her good arm was released as soon as she nodded to Feitan; she had no choice to oppose him if now it was other people who were at stake.

Smiling in delight, Feitan took a step back. "Good." He suddenly vanished into a blur out of the front door before Aki could even face him.

Feeling disgusted with herself and with what has just transpired, Aki saved her rants for later and hurried up to her bedroom, to try to cleanse herself from the mess she entered.

While Aki was attending to her needs, Feitan, on the other hand, was perched on a branch of a tree by the park, contemplating on what to do… and what he had done.

In all honesty, Feitan was disgusted as well by himself, for the fact that he actually touched, no, cupped, a female's breasts. Unlike most of the male population, he actually hated touching the other sex, let alone having any contact with them— he was a very, very, un-touchy person.

And yet here he was, feeling a twinge of regret on doing so, to a girl he rarely knew at that.

Feitan continued to reason with himself that he just wanted to spite the girl, since she seemed to have no limits when it came to petty fights; he wanted to crush and crumble the invisible wall that seemingly served as Aki's backbone. Her guts amused and annoyed him at the same time; never in his whole life had he encountered a person, a female person, who stood up to him.

She actually broke his record— all of the victims he tortured succumbed immediately to submission, fearful of the methods and interrogations he used. Aki was actually like a demoness in Feitan's vocabulary, a speck of dirt in his white and clean record of successful torture.

Still, his thoughts lingered to his actions earlier.

He glared at a random passer-by from below wearing flashy clothes. Perfect, he thought. He needed to let out some steam.

He told himself repeatedly that he was a torturer, by which such a small thing such as sexual assault meant and supposedly should mean nothing to him.

But despite all the reasoning he did, he still could not help but feel a twinge of disgust.

Hours later and Aki was still in the bath, scrubbing her body several times until it started to irritate and turn red. She's been going on over how to deal with the person who was a living devil in her vocabulary.

'To think that I never believed in devils and such, maybe this is fate punishing me for being ignorant.' She sighed as she rinsed herself off for the nth time.

She could not deny the fact that somehow, she got a bit afraid of Feitan, worse than when he broke her arm. Aki actually never minded when he hurt her physically— she was used to pain. But when it came to emotional matters, or instances that wounded her pride and dignity, well… that was a different story.

A tear threatened to fall down her face as she felt so weak, and disgusted at herself. Never in her whole life was she sexually assaulted by someone, by a male she rarely knew at that.

"Even Taka, my own boyfriend, never attempted to take advantage of me." She grimly mumbled, as she slowly got up from the shower seat and wrapped herself with a towel.

Aki then turned to the full-body mirror and looked at her reflection.

Her brunette hair tumbled down to her waist, it was cut in different angles and layers that made it appear as a bouncy octopus-style haircut; her sky-blue eyes were large and glaring hard, her long lashes emphasizing its color and contour; her skin was porcelain and pale as it shone under the bathroom lights; her height was well… deprived to make her as tall as how she was supposed to be; and her breasts… she'd rather not think about it anymore.

She sighed as her thoughts lingered to Taka. It has been a while since he last talked to her; he didn't even call back when she went to the hospital to have her arm checked.

'Heck, I even called him for about fifteen times, and he still gave me no response.' She frowned, heading for the door.

Sometimes she wondered if it was really worth hanging on to Taka, since their relationship was practically non-existent, save for the label 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend'.

"But then again, he's the one who helped me up and saved me when I felt like really giving up." She sighed, as she went to her closet to retrieve a pair of black undergarments, a white band shirt, and black shorts.

After dressing up, she went to her study table, surprised to find out that she had 20 missed calls and several text messages from her best friend, Momo. After reading the texts, she was torn between being amused and being touched at Momo's concern— another person who helped her up and saved her.

"I definitely must contact her soon. Who knows what Momo would do to me tomorrow once I get to school."

She faintly giggled as she scrolled down the texts, stopping immediately once she saw a text message she never expected to receive. It was from Taka.

RE: Where are you?

Aki, I heard from Momo that you were absent today, and that you were hurt?

I'm sorry for not being able to talk to you lately; I've been so busy with Uni that I couldn't take a chance to call you in the least.

Please text or call me as soon as you can, I promise to answer immediately— I honestly think that I've been neglecting you lately.

Taka.

Aki jumped up and down as she giggled like a mad schoolgirl.

"Now that's the kind of silver lining I want!" She beamed to no one in particular. She crashed into her sea of plushies and buried her face under the pillow, completely ecstatic that her almost non-existent boyfriend had just sent her a text. A single text.

But who cares, she thought, at least he showed some concern, right?

After some minutes of fangirling and pure bliss, Aki replied to his text.

RE: RE: Where are you?

Hey. ^-^

Yeah… some stuff happened. A bit, got into an accident the other day.

Daijoubu daijoubu! I completely understand. Soon, I'll be joining you in Uni once I graduate. I got an acceptance letter from Tokyo U you know! XD Eh, I think I sent you a text about that LOL

You have, mister! It's good that you have reflected on your actions. I really want to see you soon though… ._.

Love you!

~xoxo Aki

She stood up and skipped around her room, waiting for him to respond.

But a minute, two, three, an hour passed by, and there was still no response.

Aki felt disappointed, but reasoned out that maybe he was just busy with school work and requirements, finally deciding to go downstairs and cook dinner. She did a final run-through of her thoughts, and settled down on the decision that she had to ignore Feitan and his threats; she would never let the man get what he wanted in the first place.

'If he really wanted to see me as fragile and demented as a broken doll, well he's not getting it. I won't and can't show him my pain. Physical and emotional pain won't stop me from standing up, buddy.' Aki firmly thought.

'But what if he starts to hurt the people important to you?'

'Would you still be saying that now?'

She cringed at the thought and knocked it down the floor, reminding herself that Taka just made her day, and that Feitan was by no means excusable to spoil it all over again.

Aki was thankful that Feitan was not present as she got down the stairs; she honestly still didn't want to deal with him at the moment despite the mental coaching she did a while back.

She distracted herself by humming a random tune as she thought about what to cook for dinner.

"I just cooked curry the other day… so I suppose I should cook something different." She mused, as she rummaged for ingredients in her fridge.

After ten minutes of painstaking decision-making, she finally decided to make Kung Pao Chicken for a change— Aki is actually a fan of spicy food.

She prepared the ingredients and started to think whether she should make some extra for Feitan; she cringed at how her Chicken Curry suddenly vanished when she was about to make a bento box yesterday, thinking that the demonic male was the culprit.

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed, deciding to be a Good Samaritan once more and cook some extra, wishing that with her gesture, her loved ones would at least be spared from Feitan's wrath.

An hour after cooking, she served herself a bowl and started eating, faintly wondering where Feitan could be at this moment.

'Well, he can just always get some for himself whenever he wants to. It just makes me wonder though… where exactly does he sleep at night?' Aki wondered, as her chopsticks assaulted a piece of chicken, swiftly putting it in her mouth. She quickly finished her meal as soon as she remembered that since she would be helping Feitan to go back to wherever he is from, her house would be considered as his as well for the time being—and she was still not ready to deal with him yet.

She wondered where exactly Feitan came from; he seemed like any other regular human being to her, save for his weird clothes. She was also confused at the fact that he practically fell from the sky out of nowhere, and had been unconscious when it happened.

Sometimes, Aki thought if he was actually a devil in disguise who was sent by the king of the underworld to punish her.

She also wondered how inhumanely fast he was; he always seemed to be in front of her and vanish in a blink of an eye; his umbrella-like weapon was also something to note as well—it seemed like any other red typical umbrella, but secretly it was a sword, a sharp one at that. Talk about crazy, she thought.

Her thoughts then lingered to his origins. Based on her observation, Feitan had some Chinese features: his stature, his eyes, and his pointy nose were some features that gave his race away.

'But then again, he does not seem to come from here.' She thought, remembering how unfamiliar and confused he looked when she told him that he was in Tokyo, Japan, not from some Yorkshin he keeps on mentioning. Funny, she thought. Yorkshin somehow sounded like New York once you tweak the words up a bit. 'What on earth went on my mind when I picked him up. Aki you dolt, you're definitely insane.'

She put out the dishes and started to head for bed when she suddenly remembered her thought of where Feitan slept. After a moment of hesitation, she sighed and went to the closet that contained beddings, blankets, and such. She went upstairs and took a black comforter and two pillows, before going to the living room and set it on top of the couch, the couch that served as the venue for the events— the grim events that occurred earlier; probably the worst ten minutes of Aki's life.

She cringed at how nice she still was to the guy despite everything he has done to her at this point; he even assaulted her and made her feel as if she lost some self-respect and dignity, probably even worse than when she ran out of the house stark naked.

And with all the experiences she's having right now, sometimes, she wonders why she even bothers being nice.

"I definitely will sue if I don't get a first-class ticket to Heaven at this point" she grumbled, as she proceeded to go up the stairs and retire for bed.

It was going to be a very long day tomorrow.

A little past midnight, Feitan finally returned to Aki's house after a satisfying killing spree; he felt light and happy after being able to let out some steam. After torturing the flashy guy that passed by the tree he was on a while ago, it escalated to some random woman who tried to make a pass at him, up to a group of friends who tried to rape a girl in an abandoned building; he felt happy and repented for his earlier actions with Aki.

He tortured the group of boys one by one, starting from their fingers, pulling off their nails, down to cutting the one asset most of the male population is proud off with his sword— by which he made a mental note to clean immediately afterwards.

He left the girl alive, by which she felt relieved to be saved from such physical and emotional pain. However, as soon as she shakily stood up to hug and thank her savior with a kiss, her heart was welcomed with the tip of his blade instead, plunging past her body, making a bloody mess.

It was too bad that the girl was not informed of how Feitan hates touchy people, let alone people touching him.

He glared at his bloody clothes and wondered what to do with them; he did not have any spare clothes at the moment, and as much as how he wanted to just fuck everything off and keep on wearing his clothes, he got too carried away now and got his clothes bloody and messy, the strong smell of iron lingering.

Feitan shouted profanities in his mind as he somehow panicked on how to deal with his dilemma, but before he could even think of a solution, his stomach once again interrupted with a grumble.

He narrowed his eyes as the thought of being hungry suddenly sunk into his mind— he needed to eat. He swiftly vanished from the front door to the kitchen in a mere two seconds, and was somehow delighted to see that there was a pot of food waiting for him once again.

He opened the lid and internally squealed in a creepy way (A/N: Well, not that it would look like the normal squeal most people do) as he saw that Kung Pao Chicken was the menu for tonight. He immediately served himself a bowl, along with a hefty serving of rice, and ate it in a span of five seconds.

He then served himself another bowl. And another.

And another.

Until there were none left.

Well, not that Feitan would admit to it or anything, but he hated the fact that he actually loved Aki's cooking.

After feeling fully satisfied with his meal, he cleaned up his share of dishes and proceeded to tackle the dilemma of how he was going to clean himself up.

He cursed at himself for failing to steal any clothes a while back when he was out; the thought slipped out of his mind. He was always in a blissful trance whenever he killed that he was often unaware of small problems to note such as how he would change his clothes, or where he should get them.

Now that he thought about it, he had been wearing the same set of clothes for two days now.

'Disgusting.' He angrily thought. He stood by the hallway of the kitchen as he thought on what to do.

He needed to take a bath and have a change of clothes.

And he wanted to sleep— he's human too, and he needs sleep. He actually loves sleep.

But that has been deprived at the moment due to certain circumstances.

After a grueling self-debate, he finally gave up and decided to rummage through Aki's closet instead, hoping to find some clothes to wear.

Feitan stealthily entered Aki's room, briefly remembering the events that happened two nights ago, as well as what happened to her last night— the first time he saw Aki so fragile and broken. He passed by Aki's bed, taking a short glance at the girl who was sprawled on her bed, some of her plush toys already fell on the floor, abandoned. He frowned and wrinkled his nose, disgusted at the fact that again, the girl was drooling.

He quietly opened the closet and searched for a shirt and some shorts that would possibly fit him. After minutes of unfruitful searching, he frowned in annoyance to find that there weren't any available shirts in his size for him to wear.

'Feh. If only there are clothes in other rooms of this house. Doesn't she have male companion?' he thought, remembering the photo that contained herself and her family.

He wondered where her companions would be; the people in the picture with her seemed to be her family, considering that they were a female and male adult clinging to her in a familial manner.

'But why they no here?' he silently questioned himself, briefly stopping as soon as he found a pair of shorts that seemed to be his size, a bit longer in length, but still, it fit him perfectly.

Feitan proceeded to enter the bathroom without a moment's hesitation, only to suddenly decide to just bathe somewhere else, thinking that he might wake Aki and enter into yet another round of fighting— also, he didn't want anyone to see him naked, especially not her.

He swiftly got out of the room and headed for the bathroom in the room next to him, a room that he presumed to be owned by the two adults in the photo in Aki's bedroom. He took a step in the shower and smirked, feeling finally content and clean in being able to bathe. He took a shower speedily, shampooing and scrubbing his body thoroughly; he made it a point to hurry up in slight worry that someone would see him in his current state— his torturer reputation made him pressured to leave no room for any sign of possible form of embarrassment that may tarnish his name.

He got out of the shower, dried himself up and wore the shorts immediately, picking up his dirtied clothes.

'I need to wash clothes now so I could wear them when I wake up.' He mused, heading for the laundry room he saw earlier downstairs.

After quickly washing them, he madly attempted to kick the dryer that was not working at that moment, making him stay in his current lack of clothing for some time.

A thought suddenly passed through his mind; how the hell could and did the girl launder her clothes properly if her dryer was malfunctioning?

Resigned, he hung up his clothes and silently wished for them to be dry in the morning as he proceeded to go to the living room, his temporary headquarters.

It was actually a wonder why he never decided to sleep in the room next to Aki's.

As soon as he got to the couch which was his supposedly-called bed, he got a bit surprised at seeing a black comforter and some pillows placed on top of it.

He then immediately remembered Aki, the girl he just assaulted. He was amused by the fact that despite the things he did to her, she was still nice and accommodating.

He left a small smile as he laid down and dived under the covers, feeling satisfied that he would be having a good night's sleep tonight, just like the night before, but in a different form of comfort.

The hours ticked by quickly and soon it was morning. Aki got up earlier than usual today to have a head-start and make breakfast— she was somehow pretty sure that there wouldn't be any food left from last night.

She skipped down the stairs, deciding on what to eat when she froze as she passed by the living room.

Eh?

Feitan suddenly got up from his sanctuary of sleep as soon as soft footsteps were heard descending the stairs; he can never afford to not be on guard, he thought.

He immediately stood up and attempted to threaten the girl again, when he froze.

Aki was now standing in front of him, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open in surprise.

He felt a twinge of annoyance and embarrassment as her eyes swiftly but thoroughly looked at him from head to toe, eyeing the perfect contour of his muscles— biceps and all, most especially his well-toned abs, before feeling guilty and turning bright red as a tomato.

She immediately shut her eyes tight, covering them with her good hand as she screamed,

"PERVERT!HENTAI!"

How a long day this is indeed going to be.

A/N: Fifth chapter, done!

Eh, really Aki. Who's the pervert between you two now? *evil laugh* XD

Aki: …

Ven'aranar Angel:Hihi well… both of them are so darn stubborn, it would probably just boil down who gets the upper hand between the two of them. XD

Guest: Indeed, I actually feel for her too. XD Yup! Despite how sadistic he is, I honestly see Feitan as someone who isn't a pervert— he's a really un-touchy person, so I guess he wouldn't like assaulting others, unless he liked them romantically of course… which is pretty hard to characterize. True, but Aki is a really reckless and crazy person. Yep, she actually wants to learn how to handle the weapon, hence, the kendo club. Ooh! I'd love that. I just don't know who to pair him off with though. *u*

Sol: Yep, she just went through hell and back. She's superwoman. Kidding. XD

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