A/N: Hello! I think I've replied to all my reviews (not sure though...).
Face Down
He laid on the ground, covered in sweat and convulsing. Blood ran down his mouth and chin as he prayed that Castor would stop. A pierce in his chest and a sudden lack of air mentally notified him that he wasn't going anywhere tonight.
"Shinjiro, where are you? It's time to go!" Minato shouted from downstairs.
Crap, he can't see me like this... "I'm not feeling well!" He coughed. "Go on without me!" the dying teen finished.
"I'll stay with him." Akihiko commanded from downstairs. "You'll be fine, right?" Akihiko asked.
"Yes, sempai. Go help him." Minato replied.
If there's one person worse than Arisato seeing me it's him. "Go Aki! I'm fine!" Shinjiro pleaded.
"It's no use. They're already gone." Akihiko replied from behind the door. "I'm coming in!"
Just then, Castor decided that Shinjiro wasn't suffering enough, so he made him remove all of the contents of his stomach. Just when Akihiko was coming in.
--(Akihiko's POV)--
It was obvious when I came in that no, Shinji was not fine. Covered in blood and puking up all of the contents of his stomach, someone would have thought that he was raped or beaten or something.
I then asked the obvious question. "Shinji, what the hell is happening to you?" I stated.
"Castor-" More puking. "-is-" Now just spitting up blood. "-angry." He finished.
"What do you mean?" I asked, desperate to help.
"When Castor's-" He started coughing up blood. I carried him to his bed because he was so weak he couldn't walk.
"As I was saying," Shinji continued, "When Castor's angry, he starts beating me up- from the inside. I can't stop it, Aki."
"Well, I'll come and check on you in an hour. Call me if you need me." Then I left, knowing that Shinjiro had mumbled a yes behind me.