"Akinoyo-chan,"
"H-Hai?"
"What are you thinking about?"
I sniffled and gulped to clear my throat.
Her holding me and the way that her hazel eyes made me feel when she looked into me, the smooth skin of her palm as it grazed over my arm, and the way that I welcomed every single touch from her—those were the things my mind strayed to as an escape, and as my own personal place of peace.
I didn't have heart to tell her about those thoughts—she already knew just how much I relied on her, and I didn't want her to find out anymore. The extreme emotional attachment was a sickening sort of unhealthy reliance that was beyond the realm of being remotely acceptable—she didn't deserve the extra strain. She had her own demons to deal with, and I didn't want to eventually turn into an even bigger hindrance to her. All I wanted was for her to be happy, and for her to live a carefree life away from all this. I'd keep this unhealthy yet soothing reliance to myself, and if Miyuki ever pushed me away, then I would force that reliance to die upon her wish.
The thought of what she would be like outside this fortress of lust brought a small smile to my face. I imagined her in a lush, vibrant chartreuse meadow with flowers scattered about; basking in the sunlight that caused her chocolate hair to glisten in an undertone of golden waves. She'd don a pale violet sundress that would ripple with the breeze, and make her giggle as it flapped in between her legs. She'd look at all the colors of the flowers, and smile as she admired the naturally artistic petals. The bright gold and silver that trickled throughout her hazel eyes soaked with blissful and carefree emotion would outshine any of those flowers…
"N-Nothing really," I replied with a wavering voice.
She giggled softly. "You're a terrible liar, Akinoyo-chan,"
She tucked a stray hair that fell over my face behind my ear, and smiled at me.
"It's okay to tell me," she affirmed as her hand rested along the side of my face.
I connected with the light-hearted gaze she had on me, and knew I couldn't resist her. I would choose my words carefully as to not cause any form of disarray, and answer her in the most earnest way I could.
"I-I was just thinking how w-wonderful it would be to leave this place," I whispered. It wasn't necessarily a lie—it just wasn't the whole truth.
She inhaled as her thumb lightly caressed my cheek. "That would be wonderful indeed," she replied after the exhale.
I watched as her line of sight veered off to the stained ceiling above us floor-dwellers in thought. She still had that smile on her face, and closed her eyes.
"M-Miyuki,"
"Hmm?" she answered.
"M-May I ask what you're thinking of as well?" I requested.
She opened her eyes and looked right back into me; a blush spreading across my face from the way I requested something so selfishly.
"I'm thinking about how lovely it would be to see the ocean again," she closed her eyes. "The sound of the birds calling, the smell of the salted winds, the way the ocean washes the sand smooth and clean—that's what I'm thinking about." She smiled.
My lush meadow that back dropped the carefree Miyuki I envisioned previously immediately was replaced by this cherished place of hers. I could imagine her gazing into a tide pool filled with tiny, delicate creatures now—what I wouldn't give to actually take her there…
"T-That sounds lovely," I whispered.
"Have you ever been, Akinoyo-chan?" she asked.
I shook my head shyly, to which she scooted closer and pressed her forehead to mine.
"I promise that if we ever get out of here, I'm going to take you there, Akinoyo-chan—it's too lovely to pass up if the opportunity arises." She told me.
It made me happy that she was kind enough to extend the offering, but I knew better than anyone that it was nearly impossible that it was ever going to happen. I didn't let reality divert my peaceful thoughts away—I wanted to stay in this make-believe world I'd invented for as long as I could…
"M-Miyuki," I whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Please…can you tell me more about the ocean? I only have a v-vague recollection of it,"
Here I was again, death-gripping my ticket to happiness for as long as I could.
"I would love to," she whispered.
-x-x-
A few months had passed, and I found myself gradually becoming more used to the flow of the things here. Miyuki helped me so much—not a night has gone by that she hasn't comforted me. Now most nights I didn't cry myself to sleep—Miyuki would describe different topographical places of this wide world to me once a week, and I found so much comfort in piecing all of it together.
Three of the places she described stuck out to me more than the other places—the ocean I imagined my beloved heroine in, the lights that painted the night sky in hues of purple and green in the landscape of pure icy white, and the deep, tranquil forests of the mountains. The first two were the ones I yearned for the most, but the third one was one that I feel as if I could dwell in forever. The smell of the wooden wonderland, the sounds of the animals going about their day, and the low whistle of the wind sweeping through the trees on a starry night—now that sounded marvelous.
Imagining all of these different places had my heart leaping at the thought of going to them, but I kept the beast in it's cage so as not to fool myself with unrealistic notions. Although I knew none of it would actually happen, I didn't let these new places fade out of reach—they were my places of solace and peace, and it was all thanks to Miyuki that I even had any of these places.
Thinking about her had my mind stray once again to a feeling I'd been having lately. Miyuki seemed off within these past few months—as if something was on her mind. She hadn't said anything, or told me that something happened, yet the bright aura that usually radiated from her seemed to be getting dim.
Miyuki had always focused all of her free time on me—not once had she ever vented to me, or came to me for comfort. She gave me the impression that my presence was enough to provide some consolation to herself, but now that I began to notice something was wrong, I realized that maybe I was wrong about that. Out of all of us, Miyuki was requested the most. She was worked more than any of us, and was absolutely exhausted by the time she was brought back to our room. Maybe it was finally catching up with her? She'd always make herself seemed unfazed, but maybe…
"Miyuki," I whispered from her bosom.
"Hai, hai?" she whispered back warmly.
I tried to think of an appropriate way to ask her, but my own emotion got the better of me, and I ended up blurting it out.
"Miyuki, what's wrong?" I asked, leaving her bosom and looking her in the eye.
Her warm gaze met my determined one, and she closed her eyes in a giggle.
"You're too cute, Akinoyo-chan," she placed her forefinger on my chin and tapped a few times. I blushed at the compliment.
"Why do you think something's wrong?" she asked.
"I just…I just feel like there's something on your mind that's bothering you; I feel like…you're growing distant," I sheepishly admitted.
Kami, I was selfish. I wanted her always—front and center—to be her radiant self for me. She made me feel human, and I didn't want that feeling to ever get lost or taken from me.
"You're so funny, Akinoyo-chan—I'm right here with you; wasn't I holding you a few moments ago?" she smiled.
I blushed. "Y-Yes, but…" I looked away and her hand left my face and went to my bicep.
"I'm okay, Akinoyo-chan; I promise." I looked back into her and she winked at me—making my own blush increase tenfold.
She tugged my arm gently, and I obliged by wedging myself back in her warm embrace. She nudged her face against the top of my head, and breathed lightly into me as she settled.
"Akinoyo-chan, you're the world to me—don't ever forget that," she whispered.
Me? Her world?
"Akinoyo-chan, I need you to know something." She began before I could respond.
The change in her tone was serious, and even though she literally just told me that nothing was wrong, I began to feel panicked at her words.
She crept to my ear and cupped her hand over it as she whispered softly. "There is something in this room that must stay between us…"
-x-x-
Where was she?
It was far past our last-call clients…did something happen? Was she in trouble? Did someone try to hurt her?
I laid under Miyuki's window worried out of my mind. It was normal for us to sometimes go over the cut off time due to the insistence of the client, but this was just far too long to be normal. Something had to have happened. I had such a bad feeling in my gut.
Heavy footsteps and the sound of something scampering across the floor made everyone's head snap to the door.
The outer deadbolts began to unlock, and we knew the handlers were coming. Were they bringing Miyuki? Was she finally done for the night?
"Wake the fuck up, you fucking maggots!" A hoarse, male voice shouted furiously.
The door slammed open—making a hole in the wall from the metal doorknob—and a man with long black hair and a scar across his face stood in the doorway. There was a female with brown hair on the floor behind him; held up by—
I froze at the visual; my panic resulting in a choked out breath.
They had Miyuki!
All the girls scrambled back to line the walls of the room; hiding their faces under one another as they cowered at the handler in the room. The handler dragged Miyuki forward as he and another handler I'd never seen before walked in after them.
"Listen up you fucking whores!" the long black haired one began. "You see this bitch here?" he lifted up Miyuki in front of everyone.
She grunted in pain through her duct-tapped mouth; her eyes watered yet they were angry and determined rather than scared. She struggled up against the handler—wiggling around to try to get out of his grasp. He slammed her down to the ground as punishment, and she momentarily subsided from her efforts due to the head slam she'd just received.
My heart was shattering just looking at the scene before me. This…this wasn't supposed to be happening to her!
"This fucking cunt tried to pull a fast one on us tonight—she tried to escape with one of her clients!" The handler continued with thick anger in his voice. "Now tell me, is that allowed?" He asked the entire group.
All the women shook their heads, which in turn only angered him.
"Answer me when I'm fucking talking to you!" he shouted.
"No, Sir!" all of them except for myself shouted in unison.
"That's more I like it! That's how you answer when a man asks you a question—don't ever forget your fucking place, maggots!" he began. "Trying to escape is the one rule that will not be overlooked! If you break this rule and we catch you, there is no going back. There's only one punishment that you will receive. Anyone want to take a guess what that might be?" he grinned.
Silence—only Miyuki's staggered pants rising above the stiff atmosphere.
"No guesses? Well, allow us to educate all of you. Pay close attention!" he pulled Miyuki up to her knees, and the other handler that had his head shaved down to his pony tail approached Miyuki.
He grinned and cracked his neck, then without another moment passing kicked Miyuki in the stomach.
"No!" the shout ripped out of me.
"Yes!" the long haired handler corrected. "Take it all in," he continued as the other handler kept kicking in her ribcage. "Look what happens when you bitches think you have an option!"
I couldn't do this. I couldn't sit there and watch. I…Miyuki…she…
Adrenaline pierced and dispersed all panic within me. This is what I had to do. There was no other alternative.
I crept my right by hand behind me to the cracked baseboard behind me.
"There is something in this room that must stay between us…"
I hooked the small knife behind the baseboard with my middle finger, and dragged it out into my palm. I only had one shot at this—I had to do this right.
"Leave her alone!" I snarled right before launching myself at them.
The one beating Miyuki smirked, and struck me down without even flinching. My head collided with the concrete and sent a flurry of stars to cloud my vision. The handler laughed at how quickly he was able to take me down, and the one holding Miyuki hostage decided to make a spectacle of it.
"Attacking a handler? Do you even realize just what's going to happen to you now?" the long-haired one cackled.
Miyuki's muffled shouting from the floor made its way to me, and I knew I couldn't give up. I crept my right hand that held the knife underneath me, and slowly slid it open.
"Anyone want to take a guess at what's going to happen to her? Kami, I should've been a teacher with all these lessons I'm giving today!" he mused.
"Shit man, these fucking bitches aren't the smartest group out there," the one that attacked me chuckled along with him.
I listened—waiting for the opportune moment to strike. I'd already gotten this close; all I needed to do now was…
He turned around toward Miyuki and the other as he continued to speak, and I knew that it was now or never. I hopped to my feet as quickly as my muscles allowed, and I stabbed him in the back with the small knife. As he grunted from the pain, I slashed it back out and prepared for my next attack.
I don't know where it came from, but I'd formed a type of guarded and prepared stance with the knife—holding the blade in reverse with my thumb over the plastic hilt, and my left hand hovering behind it ready to aid the blow or defend. The man turned, and as he did, I made my second strike. I slashed at his face, taking out his right eye with the quick movement.
The man screamed and hunched over in pain as he held his bloodied face. I took my knife and held it high above my head; ready to take this man's life with a stab to the back of his neck.
A gunshot flew past me, and I froze at the sound of it with the followed screaming. I looked up to see the handler detaining Miyuki holding his smoking gun directly at me. My hearing was gone from the aftershock of the sound, and because of this, I didn't notice the handler I'd attacked make his move.
He elbowed my side, and when I hunched down from the immediate pain, he grabbed my hand, took the knife and slammed me to the ground. He shut the knife and put it in his pocket, then punched my face several times with enough force to break a cinderblock. As he bashed my face in, I could hear Miyuki scrambling and screaming in the background.
I failed…I lost my chance…
"Stop!" the handler holding Miyuki shouted, coming up to our side with her.
"Listen up everyone—this is what's going to happen to you if you ever resist us!" he pointed at me.
"And this," he threw Miyuki down next to me; her hazel eyes glazed with fear and sorrow as she stared into me.
"M-Mi…yu.." I tried to call through my bloodied mouth.
"This is what happens when you try to leave us,"
Miyuki sniffled, and looked into my lavender eyes with an emotion that I could never forget.
A gunshot.
"Mi…yu...ki…"
The emotion in her hazel eyes faded instantly; a glazed look sweeping over the retinas that still looked into me.
That glow she always had…
…it was gone.
…she was gone.
I screamed.
I kicked and flailed and foamed at the mouth like a wolf with rabies—they took her…they took her from me…
Both my hands shot up to the handler on top of me, and I clawed at him like an angry beast. He evaded me, and took out his own gun he'd tucked away in his coat. He seized both my arms, and bashed my skull with the titanium.
-x-x-
"Wake up!"
My eyes fluttered open, an unfamiliar ceiling greeting me that caused immediate panic to lump in my throat. My eyes shifted around, and as I took in the unfamiliar walls, my breathing became rough and my lungs demanded more oxygen. When I tried to open my mouth, I realized it was tapped shut. I lifted up my head and saw that both my wrists were belted into the large wooden table I was spread-eagled atop of; my ankles strapped as well.
Tears immediately escaped my eyes as I struggled to break through the belts that contained me. What was going on here? Why was I strapped? My eyes set on the man that woke me, and I glared upon the recognition of the now one-eyed man.
"Good, I see you're awake." He grinned. He walked over to me, and stopped when he arrived beside my face. "You're going to pay for taking my eye away from me," he muttered, trying to control the anger the seeped from within.
He reached into his pocket, and took out a small dagger with a shiny black hilt. He took the tip of it, and slowly placed it between my eyes. I stiffened from the threat, but tried to remain as calm as humanly possible. This is what he wanted—he wanted me to squirm.
"But before I teach you what the phrase: 'an eye for an eye' really means; we're going to have fun together," he pressed the knife into my swollen face, and cut a circular line of blood along the outer rim of my left eye socket. I tried to stay perfectly still so as not to cause an accidental stab into my eyeball itself, but maintaining my composure was so incredibly difficult given the situation.
He took the knife and stuck it into the wood next to my face at eye-level. My vision shifted to it, and reflected just how panicked my lavender eyes were right back at me.
"So that you can watch your eyes dilate in and out with the experience," he snickered as he walked around me to a large sheet-covered object on my right side.
"I've always had a passion for anything construction related," he began as he took hold of the sheet. "Or in this case," he ripped off the sheet, revealing a large mechanical contraption with a spherical blade. "deconstruction." He grinned.
Panic couldn't even begin to describe the amount of unadulterated terror that surged through me. I don't remember when the new tears and choked sobs began; all I knew was that I had never been as terrified in my life as I was at that moment.
He pushed the wheeled contraption forward, and outstretched its mechanical arm to hover near the side of my torso. He pressed something on the ground, and then locked the arm in place with a latch. He then reached toward the base of the contraption set on the platform and flicked a switch. As soon as he did, the arm extended straight forward—not an inch below the preset height. After it fully extended, it slowly retracted back to its original position before rotating a few degrees and stretching again. Once it reached mid-extension over me, he turned it off.
"I made this beauty all on my own," he began as he delicately pushed the arm down closer to me. "It rotates a few degrees to the right, returns to the original position, then rotates a few degrees to the left—it's genius,"
The round sawblade now was a hair away from my bare stomach—if I moved any more than breathing, this saw would sink its teeth into me.
"Perfect!" he mused.
He flicked the switch, and the blade returned back to its dormant original position.
"You ready, bitch?" He pressed another button, and the blade itself whirred to life.
"Let's get started,"
He walked around to my left side, grinning from ear to ear as he watched the sawblade begin to extend just above my stiffened and sucked in stomach. I held my breath as it passed over me; cold sweat and stars clouding my vision from the most horrifying visual before me.
He sat down on the chair positioned next to my left hand, and traced his finger along the veins in my wrist.
"Give me a good show,"
While the saw was stretched over my center, he took my pinky finger and dislocated it out of its socket.
I shot up and screamed from the pain, only to be met by the blinding hack of the saw against my stomach. I shot back down as my own blood splattered all over me; screaming and crying and panting from the blinding pain that dominated me entirely.
"Now this…this is fucking exhilarating!" he cackled. "This is what I've been needing to see," he continued.
My vision wavered in and out from the pain, and I tried hard to focus on anything but what was happening.
Someone…
Please…
Anyone…
…Mi-Miyuki…
He rubbed two fingers against my arm, my warm blood moving off my skin and to his fingers as he brought it up to his tongue. He licked it off, and grazed over my veins again leaving remnants of his saliva as he made his way up to my palm.
"Now, where were we?"
-x-x-
"I'll tell you what though, Kiteyama; the fun that we're going to have right now will forever be my most treasured memory—even more than our last encounter," he held up a pair of pliers and showed his teeth in a toothy grin to me.
"I'm already hard just thinking about it."
This was it.
He was going to actually kill me this time.
He toyed with me too much last time and lost the opportunity to end me, but now he knew that he had no time to lose. He knew what was going on outside that door, and he knew exactly what he was going to do to me in the allotted time frame.
He turned back to the table, and I immediately lifted my unzipped boot to my hands. My finger grazed the knife, and I struggled to get a hold of it.
"You think you would've learned from before," he began. "You saw what we did to that other whore—trying to escape after that is pretty fucking stupid of you. But it's not like I'm complaining—I'm glad you make a break for it; now I get the pleasure of actually watching all the life drain from your eyes. It was fate that I happened to be the one to bump into you in the hallway," he paused to chuckled lowly.
I'd taken hold of the knife and as quietly as I could, I flicked it open. At the still audible flick, he quickly turned his head to look at me—I repositioned right before he became aware; purposely struggling up against the rail to make the previous noise appear to make sense.
"I know, I know—I'm impatient too. That's the beauty of it though; you should know that better than anyone since you're a fucking whore. I know I'm on a time crunch, but if I cum too quickly it takes all the fun out of it." He smiled and turned back around.
I maneuvered the knife in my hand and aimed the sharp side to the tape that bound me to the metal bedframe. If I could at least get a good cut into the tape…
"I found something interesting that I'm sure you'd like to see," he continued.
The knife sank down into the tape, and I knew that I successfully was able to cut into it. I continued shifting the knife, my heart pounding harder each second that passed. I heard him move, and I quickly stopped and hid the knife congruent with my arm before I focused on him.
He turned and held up a small, dull piece of intricately cut metal with a plastic tag dangling from it; the Holy Grail hidden from me for years—my ticket to freedom.
"This is what you came here for isn't it?" he grinned as he swung the key by the tag to and fro like a pendulum.
Looking at the small key swaying in the air brought back the Akinoyo from five years ago; the frail, naïve, broken child that yearned for escape from the horrible life bestowed upon her. The child that hoped it was possible—the child that had her wings ripped from her spine.
He swung the key up and caught it in his palm as he chuckled and took another step toward me with that saw in his other hand.
"That look on your face—did I hit the nail on the head?" he questioned mockingly. "Its those eyes gleaming with hope that really turn me on; you have hope surging through you at the sight of this, but guess what? Your hope is in vain—you're not going to escape. I'm going to watch that hope fade from your eyes as you die—that's your fate."
He knelt down to eye level, and crept closer to me. I started to hyperventilate; it was now or—
"The only sad part about this is that I don't have enough time enjoy your pussy; I don't think you compare to that other whore you'd tried to save though—Nankai was it? It was no surprise to see why she was requested so often—she was the best pussy I'd ever had. How I would've loved to torture her more,"
As soon as he'd said Miyuki's name, my hyperventilating stopped. Not only did they beat, and kill Miyuki—they raped her?
The pent up rage from that day set fire inside me like gasoline; my hatred for this ingrate spiked to a whole new level, and I let that anger and hate control me.
I push-kicked my right leg at his stomach in one swift, fluid motion. He stumbled back from the kick, and while he slid back, I used every bit of strength I had to rip myself from the bed frame. I was able to rip the duct-tape painfully, and barrel-rolled to the right to get onto my feet and out of the way.
He came at me, and I dodged the lunge he took at me with the saw. I held out my switchblade in front of me defensively, and he scowled at the visual.
"Just like old fucking times…a fucking whore like you would keep that tucked away…" he spat.
I glared into him, ready to combat any move he made. I wasn't the same girl from that day—I'd learned how to fight, I was prepared for anything a lowly human could ever dream to dish out. I wouldn't lose to him again.
He charged at me.
He dodged the slash I attempted, and punched me in the face. I stumbled back, seeing colors and hearing the heartbeat from my pulsing flesh affected from the punch. He pushed me down, and as I landed on my back and he hunched over me to attempt a grab, I kicked those disgusting balls of his as hard as I could. The hand saw—still on and waiting for sweet flesh to sink its teeth into—fell from his hand onto the floor as he grabbed his sack in pain; sparking and screeching as it rattled and jumped around the concrete.
From my backside, I flipped over to my side and swiped out his legs with my own. He thumped onto the ground on his side, and immediately set his prior pain aside to get back up.
But I didn't let him.
With the knife still in my hand, I pushed myself up and lunged over him in a single motion; the tip of the knife pointed down, and gravity guiding my fall into him.
I stabbed into his left thigh, and after howling in pain, he grabbed me by my hair and yanked me off him. I flew back a few feet, and he grabbed the knife lodged in his thigh and yanked it out like ripping off a bandage. I looked around the floor to search for anything in the immediate vicinity that would aid me. My eyes focused on the—now jagged—hand saw that still sparked around the concrete not too far off.
Right as I started to push myself back up to make a break for it, he kicked my torso and I slid and scraped several feet back from the force; bashing against the table his instruments of torture rested on. I coughed out of reflex into the tape that covered my mouth, and became completely light headed due to the lack of oxygen required to counteract the blow.
He limped over to me quickly, and fell forward toward me from the torn muscle restricting full movement from his left leg. He took hold of me while I struggled against him, and pushed me down to the ground as he mounted himself on top of me while he held my taped my wrists above my head.
"You fucking cunt! You're going to pay for this!" he shouted at me.
I thrust my hips up against him as hard as I could, and got enough leeway to push myself somewhat out from under him while he smacked against the table beside us. Something clanked down to the floor from the table and not far from my reach—it was my only option.
I thrust my hips against him again, and got him off me by retracting my leg up and pushing against my heel on the ground to topple him over. I kicked off him to reach for the knife he toyed with earlier on the floor. I army-crawled to it as fast as I could, and right when I almost had it…
"You fucking bitch!"
He stabbed me with my own switchblade.
The blade pierced into my back to the right side of my spine near my kidney—if not in it—and I stopped moving entirely as the pain shot through me.
My world slowed as the male behind me dragged himself away from me and toward the other side of the table. My labored breathing slowly became less of a chore, and my pounding heart slowed to a smooth rhythm in my chest.
This was it.
This was the end I predicted.
The hope I'd allowed to trickle through the cracked door was all for nothing. It was meaningless—I was meaningless. Nothing mattered anymore. Urahara, Kurosaki…Hitsugaya; they all wasted their strength on someone meaningless.
"Kiteyama—you don't deserve this," The memory of Hitsugaya's concern played back in my head.
The way he looked at me…and held my shoulders…he…
He was wrong. I did deserve this.
Miyuki's facial expression as she died.
I didn't…I didn't save her…
"Akinoyo-chan,"
Miyuki's bright, smiling face and outstretched arms in the darkness came to life in my mind. Everything stopped, and I visualized the brunette that meant everything.
"You're the world to me,"
My eyes shot open.
I meant everything to her.
She was gone but, she wanted me live; she wanted me to survive. But I couldn't do this…I was all alone. I wasn't significant, I wasn't worth anyone's time; I was just a lost cause—
"You're not, Kiteyama; don't give up hope on yourself!"
I couldn't fight those vivid eyes…to him—to him I wasn't.
I looked up at the knife inches away from my hands. I crawled to it, and took hold of it between my fingers and then slid it into my palms.
I listened, and heard the sound of paper-sealed bandages tearing open—he wasn't focused on me.
I pushed myself up like a mummy out of its tomb; violently, and screaming. I flung myself at him, and stabbed at any place I could. The first stab was into his shoulder; the second one into his chest; the third one made him fall down on his back as I grazed his face and sank the knife into his breast.
I became completely immersed in the deed.
I repeatedly stabbed the man anywhere and everywhere. I thought about every single thing he'd done to her, and what he'd done to me, and let all my rage consume my very being. I wanted him to endure just as much pain and suffering as I had for the past five years; I wanted him to feel the pain he caused me all those years ago. I wanted payback, I wanted to bestow suffering, and ultimately what I wanted was…revenge.
I stabbed through his throat, then took the knife out and slit it across his throat. His blood splattered all over me, but it didn't matter; I stabbed his heart robotically until his movement seized altogether. I stabbed his lungs, stabbed his stomach, stabbed his dick, stabbed his eyes, stabbed his—
"Kiteyama!" The door slammed open.
I didn't look up; I continued to mindlessly toil away at mutilating the man in front of me. I could hear hurried footsteps coming toward me, but they didn't matter. The only thing that computed was the motion of pushing the knife down and bringing it back up. I was losing myself in the satisfaction of finally extracting my revenge; it was all I wanted to do, and it was all I needed to do. I was content being an empty shell—it got me what I'd been needing for years. All I had to do was keep at it; emotions didn't matter—sanity didn't matter. I was beyond caring about myself, I was beyond help, I was—
A hand seized my own as the knife pushed down the hilt into his stomach. I tried to pull up like a piece of machinery trying to operate, but the firm, yet gentle hand on top of both of mine prevented me from doing so.
I let go of the knife, retracting my hands and holding my palms up to see the familiar red color that now stained them. As my vision became clouded with different colors from my own blood loss, I slowly looked up to the person kind enough to stop my possessed rampage.
Those eyes of his…the eyes that I…that I…
My vision blurred with tears.
He peeled the tape off my mouth, and I gasped and choked as I sobbed from the pent up pain of all these years; of what just happened. He pulled me to him, and I buried my face against that heartbeat I needed to feel. I cried so violently that I couldn't breathe. I slumped into him, all the adrenaline within me gone, and the blood loss causing me to lose control of myself. His hand lowered to my back, and it was then he noticed the switch blade sticking out of me. I slumped down even further, my grip on him loosening.
"Stay with me, Kiteyama!" He urged.
I began hyperventilating and coughing up metallic tasting fluids. I closed my eyes, fatigue enveloping me.
"P-Please d-don't..."
"…leave me, H-Hitsugaya,"