"Sousuke, will you stay for dinner tonight," she asked.

He shook his head, "No, I have a lot of work to do. I'll see you tomorrow."

He kissed her forehead quickly and left. She walked into her apartment and noticed Sousuke's watch on her bed room nightstand. She decided she would make dinner and bring him some along with his watch. She wondered why he didn't want to stay as she cooked. Maybe it had something to do with him mentioning his past today. He did seem a bit off after that. She continued cooking, though she was worried about Sousuke.

He punched the punching bag again and again. Damn it, why had he said anything today? He was such an idiot. Then he'd declined her dinner invitation. She probably thought he was mad at her. He punched the punching bag even harder. He could feel the blood on his knuckles underneath the gauze but he didn't care. He kept punching and punching and punching.

"She'd never love you if she knew," he sneered at himself, "You were nothing but a murderer. You were a child who killed people, innocent people for no reason. You slaughtered families and friends. Women and children. You're nothing but an animal!"

He looked when he heard a gasp. The cold, empty look in his eyes made her take a few steps back. He hadn't even heard her come in. She held a box in her hand. She'd made him dinner. She noticed his knuckles were bleeding. He took a few deep breathes, wiping the sweat off his face. He drank a bit of his water then smiled at her. She just watched him in silence, images of him killing people running through her head, finally ending with the cold, heartless look in his eyes.

"Did you make me dinner," he asked, "You really didn't need to."

She placed the bento on his table, "It was n-no trouble r-really."

He smiled sweetly, "You're always so thoughtful. Will you eat with me?"

"N-n-no," she stuttered, "I have more at ho-home."

She stepped back as he stepped towards her, "Are you, are you scared of me?"

She didn't respond. Damn it. He punched a hole in the wall next to her. Tears welled up in her eyes. She'd heard, she'd heard everything. At least everything he hated about himself, about his past and she looked petrified. He went to touch her face and she flinched.

"Please," he said sadly, "Chidori please don't be afraid of me. I would never hurt you."

"Did you like killing them," she whimpered.

"What," he gripped her shoulders, "No, why would I like doing that?"

She began to shake, "I'm sorry."

He pulled away from her, "Get out!"

She couldn't move, her legs felt like jell-o. She fell to the floor, tearing up once again. He flung the bento on the floor then stormed off to his room. She trebled, crawling over to the spilled food. She began to clean up the spilled food. She threw it away and jumped as she heard him punch the wall again. She listened as he talked to himself.

"She doesn't even know," he fumed, "I had to kill to survive. It was the only way I could eat, could live. I had no choice before Kalinin showed up. Gauron had killed my entire foster family, my friends. I was the only one to survive that plane crash. I became like stone. How could she think I liked killing those people. I was a kid, I was scared. I was trained that way."

He turned around as she entered, jacking her up against the way. His hand gripped her throat. She'd wanted to say she was sorry, that she didn't know and still loved him. That she wasn't afraid of him. Yet he had that stone look in his eyes again. He realized it was her and released her throat. She stared at him for a moment. He backed away, knowing that he'd roughed her up for the second time tonight. She was shaking more then ever now, trying her best not to cry. He went to touch her face again but she backed herself up against the wall. She felt like she was going to throw up.

"Chidori," he looked at her.

"I cleaned up the bento," she whispered, "I'm sorry for angering you, I'm sorry," she managed before running out of the room.

He goes to follow but stops. Maybe time by herself is what she needed to cool down. Outside Chidori ran even faster, trying her best to get as far from Sousuke as possible. She ran into a man and fell to the floor. She looked up at him, noticing the scar under his eye on the left side of his face. He smiled at her, helping her up. He then looked at the building that she came from. His smile widens. He gripped her by her shoulders, putting a knife to her throat. She began to breath heavily. Upstairs Sousuke heard someone enter again. He ran out to the living room to find a man holding Chidori.

"Sousuke," she whimpered.

"Zaid," he blinks, "Impossible, I killed you."

He smirked, "Seems your little girlfriend here is scared of you Kashim. Tell her about your past…or about the best friend you thought you killed."

He pressed the knife to her throat, a small drop of blood falling, "Sousuke."

"So is that what you go by now Kashim," Zaid kissed the side of Chidori's face, "I mean Sousuke. She's a pretty one. You just wanna eat her up or," he moved his hand down her underwear and skirt, "maybe fuck her. Or have you not touched her yet," he pulled his hand out.

"What do you want," he asked, looking at Chidori.

"What I want," he pushed Chidori at Sousuke, "is to kill you."

He slashed the knife at Sousuke's face as Sousuke caught Chidori. Sousuke dodged out of the way, pushing Chidori aside. She crawled out of the way, watching the two men fight. At the moment she wasn't sure who she was more afraid of. Zaid tried to cut Sousuke again and again but missed. Sousuke dodged as best as he could. All he could think about was getting Chidori out of here so she wouldn't have to see him kill anyone else. That was when Zaid knocked him to the ground. Chidori got to her feet, slowly moving towards them. Sousuke rolled out of the way as the knife stabbed into the ground.

He looked at Chidori as she moved towards him. Zaid pulled him up, jacking him up against the wall by his throat. There was no way he could get out of this. Zaid was much stronger then last time and Sousuke was worn out from earlier. He saw Zaid reach the knife back to make sure he'd stab Sousuke as hard as possible. He closed his eyes, preparing to die. But the knife never came. He heard a gasping noise and gun shots and opened his eyes, seeing blue in front of him. Zaid let go of his neck, falling to the ground dead. Chidori dropped the gun and staggered away from him. She closed the door behind her. Outside she gripped her stomach while walking back to her apartment. She didn't want to be near Sousuke right now.

Sousuke looked at the door. She was still scared of him. He looked down at a now dead Zaid. There were three bullet wounds in his chest, shot at point blank range. He looked out the window to see Chidori's light turn on. He touched the window. Why had she left without a word? Then he remembered the gasping sound…it came from a female. No. he looked at the knife on the ground next to Zaid. It was covered in blood, more blood then from the cut on Sousuke's face. Chidori, he'd stabbed Chidori. She'd blocked the stab as she shot him. He ran out of the apartment.

Chidori pulled off her shirt while wincing. She fumbled for some antiseptics for the gash she had in her stomach. She felt so dizzy and knew she was probably going to die. Though it hadn't gone in all the way it had gone pretty deep. She tried to ignore the pain and the blood gushing out of her stomach. She felt a pair of arms wrap around her as she fell to the floor. He pulled her shirt back on and lifted her up. Her vision was getting blurry but she made out his face.

"I'm not afraid of you," she mumbled.

He kissed her forehead then rushed out of the apartment, "Why did you do that? You baka."

He had a car waiting out front. He told the driver to get them to the hospital as quickly as possibly. He used the cloth he'd grabbed to try and stop the bleeding. She smiled and closed her eyes.

"Because," she breathed, "I love you."

Then everything went blank.