Sorry it took me so long to write this part. I had Writer's block. xD And well have no fear my creativity is alive again and I should have more up in this story soon!
Zen's gaze flickered for a moment when Haaka called him satanic. What would he know about being satanic, a demon or an angel? Zen himself didn't know exactly what he was. But that never stopped him before. His fierce, seducing smile disappeared from his face as he said coldly, "That's right you fucker, you have no idea what it's like to be me. Maybe you should try, or maybe, I should show you the second best thing."
Hakka was confused as to what Zen was saying, second best thing, what was the second best thing? For a moment he found himself lost in the word of possibilities. And strictly the one that lead to the tension between the two of them. He felt it now, and deep down wanted on possibility to be more than real. He knew Zen could feel it to. Hell, he was probably planning it all the while.
Hakka wasn't going to play victim to this. The man stood up from his seat and brushed himself off, bent on not putting up with Zen's foolishness any longer. "Zen-san, I have no clue as to what you would mean by 'second best', but I assure you, I want no part in it," He said in a confident voice, glaring at the man across the room from him. He moved to pick up his coat off the bed before Zen could think about stopping him, but he was too slow.
As Hakka's hand barley touched the fabric of the fabric of his coat before Zen snatched his wrist and yanked Hakka toward him. A smirk crept across Zen's face in the creepiest of fashions as he whispered, "You know exactly what I mean Dr. You're just too afraid to admit it aren't you?" His words cut like a knife into Hakka as goose bumps ran across his skin. For a moment he was in a trance, fixed on Zen's voice, his breathing shallow.
As quickly as Hakka was entranced by the dangerous dark haired man, that's grip was so firm yet, gentle, he was out of it. And no quicker had Zen had his wrist, Hakka yanked it back, along with his coat. Shooting an angry look at Zen, Hakka marched into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.