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Tidus held his nose, trying to stop the blood from pouring out of it. The punch had hit him so hard that his body wasn't even able to register the pain yet; it was still in complete shock.
He received a kick in the back of his legs, causing him to fall onto the ground.
He didn't think he had ever bled that much in his life. There was no way he could fight against eight guys. No way in hell.
He didn't even bother.
"You gonna try that again?" Roxas asked, bending down so he was eye level with the fallen boy. "Don't try and pull a fucking stunt like that, or you won't live the next time I see you."
"You must be a shitty boyfriend if you lack faith in your girlfriend that much. She sure would be easy to steal away, don't you think? I guess the bad ass isn't as great as he thinks he is."
Roxas stood up, kicking Tidus straight in the jaw.
"Keep running your mouth. You know I'm not kidding about killing you."
Tidus was sure that his jaw was broken, because he couldn't move his mouth to even respond.
"You try any more shit with my girlfriend, and that'll be your funeral day." He started walking away, turning quickly around for a final word. "By the way. If she asks, you fell down a staircase, or the same threat applies."
Tidus didn't even consider questioning Roxas.
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Sorry for the late update!
I've been really sick and haven't really had the muse to write anything
(not that that's an excuse for this story since everything is already written but SH!)
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