Notes: The warnings of the first chapter apply here too. Also, I'm really sorry for the way Seijuurou is written, but it fits the needs of this story (plus I love him no matter what). Flashbacks are set in italic.
Those Piercing Eyes of Red
Chapter 2
"...and crimson was the moon"
Three Weeks Earlier
The iron bed was manically creaking under the weight of their writhing bodies. Headboard slamming rhythmically against the wall in protest, soaked in sweat mattress squeaking with every push , everything betrayed the reckless coupling of an endless lovemaking. It wasn't love though. Gou's wrists were locked behind her back as Seijuurou thrust into her with wild abandon. They would be bruised once he was done with her, but at least she had stopped being handcuffed or even chained on the metal frame, like the first days of her captivity. Those times any obscene bed noises were getting drowned within her cries and pleas. The objections had been to no avail of course. Her captors would laugh at her attempts to break free and avert their eyes at the sight of her bawling face. And as their captain would take his time and violate her every night, they would casually gather around the bonfire and place bets on her ordeal; if she would cry loud enough, what position she was being taken in, or even how long it would be until she finally broke down. Gou hadn't granted them that favour though.
In a fragmentary manifestation of Stockholm's syndrome, she had integrated with them. Her emotional and physical torture would be a part of their daily routine, but she had gained some twisted idea of personal space. Seijuurou was already treating her like his personal pet, the one he had exclusively rights on, rather than his gang's unfortunate hostage. Even the rough sex had started feeling tolerable. There was a calendar sheet pinned on the wall , torn and coffee stained, forever forgotten on a careless July. Its illustration was depicting a young girl watching a harmless shark through the glass of an aquarium. She had found focusing on that image throughout the torturous nights to be her only salvation. She would spend those hectic moments that crawled in time , just staring at it without a blink. And as her body would be pushed harder and harder against the lumpy mattress, her mind would drift away. It would escape the dim room , far away into the endless ultramarine of the aquarium.
Seijuurou lifted violently her right leg and locked her calf around his waist, making her back arch to meet his impeding climax. He pulled all the way out, before driving into her again with one brutal and sharp thrust. It was always painful like this when he came, big and insatiable as he was. Gou bit stubbornly her lower lip to muffle any embarrassing sob, and a single drop of blood slid her porcelain jaw before dripping on the pillow before her. On top of the brown blood stains from the previous night. And the night before that.
"Tough girl"
The copper haired captain relaxed his weight on Gou's back and brushed her damp mane aside. His hot tongue trailed a wet path on her soft nape , tasting the beads of sweat he found there. Gou's body shuddered. There was a time she would have agreed to date this man.
"You think I can't chew out a moan from you anymore? You think you can dig in enough?"
When Gou didn't care for a reply, Seijuurou yanked her, still firmly tied behind her back, wrists in one abrupt move. Her eyes fell shut and a barely audible whimper escaped her rosy lips. He chuckled and gave her a quick peck on her cheek.
"That's my babe."
Content with himself, he set her free from his tight grip and lazily headed towards the nearby bathroom.
"I'm gonna have a quick shower" his whistling voice flowed over the running water "Make sure you are ready when I'm done."
Gou remained still on the rusty bed for several minutes. Her body had stiffened under the emotional numbness, and her limbs hanged there lifeless and heavy like logs. From somewhere far, Seijuurou's tune came tootling around the caverns of her mind. It upset her insides. Slowly, she dragged her burdensome feet away from the bed and slipped into the short, red robe she had been given to wear when around Samezuka's leader. A lonely, vintage mirror, with countless fingermarks on its glossy surface, was hanging at the other side of the chamber, above a shabby boudoir. Both generous gifts at her disposal, so she would keep herself pretty for his eyes only. She proceeded to unconsciously comb her burgundy hair, the soft brush gently going through it and disentangling the knots that lay within. Her gaze was blank though, for her mind had already fluttered about in the night's breeze.
It had been more than a week since her fateful kidnapping. Since they had ruthlessly grabbed her in the middle of an alley, with a small sack dangling from her shoulder and a ticket clenched through trembling fingers. More than a week since they had brought her to this junkyard and had shielded her away from the world known to her. It had been a gloomy morning , with the clouds hanging low and the chilling wind shivering the skin. The rapes had begun the same night. To believe that she had once considered them her allies, that she had once been resident in the block of flats Samezuka men kept their wives, their families and everyone dear to them, could only be an absurd fairy tale. But she had been there. For years she had stayed there, a solid beacon to her brother's risky business with the fearsome gang.
Rin.
The man to blame for ending up a hostage, was the same one to thank for not falling apart, for not breaking during this trip to Hell. His thought instilled hope. She knew he would come for her. Whether it would be at the peak of a blazing noun, or through the shadows of a starry night, Rin would show up and sweep her off her feet, leading her away from this slavery. He would come. She knew he would. And she would stay strong for as long as he needed , she would patiently wait for him to prepare his plans for the right moment , she would absorb the pain and harden her skin with every bruise. Perhaps her brother was already coming to her salvation. Perhaps he was already outside those gates, laughing as he was creeping in. Perhaps.
Gou trusted Rin with her life. Even though they had rubbed the truth against her face many times, even though she had been told again and again she was paying for her brother's betrayal, the young girl wasn't holding the slightest grudge against him. He had been there for her when their father passed away so unexpectedly, a steady figure for her miniature self to tag along. He had been there, putting his body as a shining shield, whenever their mother, unable to bear reality anymore, would succumb to alcohol and repent herself by beating them. He had always been there, supporting both of them through their teenhood with the money he was making, even if that meant breaking the law. Hence, when the time came, she never regretted giving her virginity to him in the spur of a twisted moment. And if she had to relive the events of the past month, she would wholeheartedly help him all over again, she would assist him in bursting out of Samezuka, bringing down everyone and everything in the process in a chaotic whirlwind. Just like he had already done. Somehow , she could still hear that creaking noise of drawers , anxiously opening and closing through her sleep...
Gou blinked in the dark. She had heard the odd thuds coming from the small cabinet in the narrow hallway twice while asleep, but she had brushed them off as games of her drowsy imagination. The noises were clearer now though, she was sure that someone was fervently rummaging through her drawers. She gulped. The idea of an intruder in her small flat in the dead of night made her hair standing on end. The security around the building was almost impossible to circumvent, Samezuka members weren't toying with the safety of their beloved ones. This thought only made the worry in her heart claw deeper, as it could only mean her uninvited visitor had somehow managed to overpower any young mobster on his way there. In the end, Gou bravely approached her bedroom's door , clenching the .38 Special revolver she usually hid below her pillow for any lamentable encounter.
But when she abruptly swung the door open, hoping to surprise whoever stood behind it with the menacing barrel of her gun, she stumbled on a sight she least expected; there he was, crumbling on his knees, the hound she had for a brother. A disarray of scattered clothes, used books and papers, little souvenirs and various, other nothings was spinning around him. But the despair furrowing Rin's face nearly melt her heart.
"Gou! Get back inside" his tone was commanding, after the initial confusion.
Gou took in his frantic motions, the dirt on his shirt and the redness under his eyes. One glance was enough to realise her brother much needed the help he was rejecting. Without asking further questions, she went to her front door , peeped at the obscured corridor to ensure no one had awoken from the shadows, and, immediately after, locked the door behind her. Whatever it was that he needed, she would offer him her services.
"Damnit, Gou, why you never listen?"
She dropped on her knees beside him and started blindly searching her drawers for whatever lost treasure she was apparently hiding. Rin hissed.
"What are we searching for?"
"Just get back in there, what's hard to get?"
"Too late for that, nii-chan! What are you..."
"Morphine! Ok? Freaking morphine. I know it was here, somewhere."
Gou's mouth formed a perfect circle of shock. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, looking for any grim evidence of pain.
"Morphine? Oh God, are you hurt?"
"Stop it, I'm fine. Fine!" he barked as he violently detached himself from her anxious grip , "I just need that stupid drug immediately. Shit!"
"It's not here, wait."
Gou vanished in the dimness of her bedroom and returned two seconds later, holding two small vials.
"This...is all it's left..."
It was Rin's turn to widen his ruby eyes.
"What the fuck, you've been snorting this shit?"
Gou lowered her head, lips quivering as any feeble excuses wouldn't get past them.
"Damn, I can't deal with this right now" Rin ran a hand over his head in misery "Just hand them over to me."
"Show me."
They locked eyes for a moment, unspoken words being exchanged between them, her determination soothing his insecurity. And then, swiftly, he turned around and burst into the bathroom. Gou tailed after him only to make soon the grim discovery. In her bathroom, in her very own tub, the suffering body of a familiar face was lying broken, drenched in blood.
"Ha..Haru?"
Through half lidded eyes, the Iwatobi ace nodded lightly. His condition was a wreck though. Mud was smeared all over his clothes and a fresh wound was oozing hot blood right above his knee. His white shirt was hanging open and multiple red bruises were blotching his sides, betraying the presence of a few broken ribs. His face was strangely serene but a darker shade of azure was shadowing his once crystal blue orbs , revealing the agony within. Rin put aside the pills and kept the vial containing the powerful drug in its liquid form. Foraging madly in a medical kit discarded at his feet, he fished out a syringe.
"Don't just stand there like a log, tighten up the cloth around his thigh" he pointed at the checkered piece of fabric clumsily tied around Haruka's leg. Only then Gou noticed how her brother's favourite shirt was ripped apart at its endings.
"We need to stop the bleeding. I managed to take the bullet out but he almost passed out on me. I have to stitch it up but he won't hold off without the drug."
"Just...open the tap...fill the tub with...water" Haru whispered calmly though he was clearly heaving through his lungs.
"You were shot, you asshole! Got it? You were fucking shot! Soaking yourself in water won't fix your damn leg!"
Gou dipped a towel in water and gently wiped the anguish away from Haruka's face.
"Thank you"
Through murmurs and curses, Rin drenched the wound in disinfectant solution and kept fumbling with the needle. But his hands kept shaking , as his inner turmoil spread its webs on every little nerve of his body.
"Gou...take your brother out..."
"You shut up"
"Onii-chan, let the stitching to me."
"No, I've got this. Fuck this needle!"
"Please, onii-chan keep your voice lower. These walls have ears. And let me do this, last time I checked it wasn't you who took nursing classes"
In the end, Gou managed to kick him out of the bathroom , letting him hyperventilate alone in the narrow hallway. Lifting her sleeves, she tended Haruka's wound with care and it wasn't until the Iwatobi member finally delved into sleep that she left his side. She found Rin crouching on the cold floor, his shoulders hanging low, defeated.
"You know, he might need to get transferred to hospital"
Rin sighed.
"I can't risk that yet. He will die the moment he is out on these streets again, they are hunting him down as we speak."
Gou knelt beside him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. His own hand came to rest on top of hers, squeezing it lightly.
"I'm sorry you had to see all this."
"How long you two have been...you know?"
Gou could read her brother like an open book. Samezuka had always been at swords' points with the Iwatobi gang , the mutual hate running deep in their veins. For Rin to end up putting his life in peril for one of Iwatobi's top class soldiers, there could only be one explanation. Love always worked in mysterious ways.
Rin turned his head to face her. His eyes glazed like a crimson mosaic shattered into smithereens. He had been crying.
"Almost a year now...I don't know what I'm doing anymore...Tonight we had this job. Big one, good swag...and somehow Iwatobi morons got in the middle. Some snitch sent word to the cops. It was chaos. I found him bleeding behind some bushes and God knows how we crawled up to here. Now Samezuka are after him, the police is after him, freaking hell..."
He buried his face in his hands and dissolved in tears.
"Let us stay here for a couple of days. Until he can at least stand. We have nowhere to hide. Nowhere..."
"Onii-chan..."
She threw her arms around him and held him dearly, her heart beating in sync with his sobs.
Long arms encircled her suddenly. Gou yelped out of her reverie and found Seijuurou's face smiling slyly at her through the old mirror. Instantly, she jerked out of his embrace and he straightened his back, chuckling at her reaction.
"Have you been daydreaming again?"
She made a move to leave, but he forced her back to the chair , causing her spiteful eyes to meet his own through the stained glass.
"Let me guess. That traitor brother of yours?"
"Don't you dare mention him."
"Why not? I must say I expected he would have paid his precious sister a visit by now, but apparently the man is a coward."
"You will be pleading for a burrow to hole up yourself once he's here."
The Samezuka captain raked his fingers through her long hair and pulled it lightly, compelling Gou to crane her neck backwards. He lowered his face on her, nuzzling her ear with his lips.
"That bastard caused me more money and trouble than the whole Tokyo PD ever did all these years. Because of him, his Samezuka brothers had to face jail and their families had to flee their homes. You should be thankful he ran away like a scared cat instead of facing me, or he'd be dead by now. So, I suggest you drop the angry face for tonight. Besides, I may have a little surprise for you."
At that moment, Nitori Aiichirou, one of Samezuka most fawning members, entered hesitantly the room.
"I'm sorry , captain Mikoshiba. Yamazaki-senpai has arrived."
At the sound of the name, Gou felt the blood freezing into stone inside her veins.
"Speaking of the devil..."
Seijuurou fondled her hair lovingly and stood up.
"Join us in my office when I call you" he blurted above his shoulder, before following Nitori into the next room.
The "office", as they called it, was a spacious and better lit room , separated from the one he used as a bedroom by a party wall, with a few pieces of furniture hastily placed together in order to resemble a bureau. There, casually leaning against the door-frame, Yamazaki Sousuke stood mysterious and imposing, a small black gym bag hanging loosely from his hands. His borderline forbidding demeanor sent shivers down Nitori's spine, as the silver haired male exited the place, essentially leaving them alone.
"Why don't you take a seat?"
Seijuurou offered while making himself comfortable on a tattered sofa right in front of a wooden coffee table. Sousuke approached almost indifferent and threw the black gym bag at his captain's lap.
"Three hundred thousand yen in wads. Plus they got the message, they won't be mingling with our affairs in the future."
Seijuurou unzipped the bag and smiled pleased.
"You are very efficient when you plug away alone."
"I don't like others hindering my work."
"Good, good. Now.." Seijuurou's voice suddenly dropped an octave, as he assumed the stern expression he was known and respected for "..take a bloody seat."
Sousuke sank reluctantly in an old armchair across him.
"Tomorrow morning I'm heading over to Tokyo. The cops haven't been on our tails the last days, but apparently I need to get there and make sure things stay this way. If anyone discovers this hide-out, we'll be screwed as we still haven't found a place safe enough for our new headquarters. So, I'm gonna have a little talk with my boys over at PD"
"And you're announcing this to me out of all people, because...?"
"You're a smart man , Yamazaki. I think you can tell why."
"That's what I'm worrying about."
"I need someone trustworthy to watch over this dump for as long as I'm gone. I consider the guys my family, but they lose focus when Samezuka remains headless."
"You compliment flatters me." Sousuke sneered, "But others have been with the gang way longer"
"And hardly anyone of them would put Samezuka above their childhood friend and lover, sticking with the gang instead."
The raven haired man felt the muscles of his face twitch.
"I don't like to talk about Rin" His tone was flat. Almost empty.
"And I didn't summon you here to talk about him. But the truth remains, someone needs to run this place starting early tomorrow."
"What if I refuse?"
Seijuurou laughed genuinely for a moment, before his striking, golden eyes hardened.
"I'm not asking you nicely, Yamazaki. This is an order."
Sousuke stared at his empty hands in silence. Upon returning from his mission, he had hoped for a few days of peace and martial arts training. Perhaps some booze during the nights while relaxing in his secluded cabin. Certainly, though, he had no intention of pursuing any particular contact with the rest before embarking onto a new quest. And now? Now he was about to get more than he ever bargained, and not in a positive way.
"For how long?"
"Can't tell yet. It depends on what I'm about to encounter in Tokyo. No doubt, it won't be less than a week."
"Your brother won't like it."
"He'll sulk a bit. Maybe even give you the cold shoulder at first. But Momo's like a child in the body of an adult, he'll suck it up eventually. Besides, I need you to keep an eye over Gou as well"
Sousuke tried to swallow the sudden knot hitching up his throat. He hadn't seen Gou since the night of the invasion. He hadn't even been around that shameful morning Samezuka had stooped so low as to drag her and detain her within those walls against her will. Even though he had learned what followed in every detail.
Seijuurou's lion-like posture seemed to mellow a fraction.
"Despite everything that happened, I always cared for this girl. I may have pushed her over the edge more than necessary, but if I hadn't taken her under my wing, she would have ended up prey for the vultures within Samezuka's circles."
"They wouldn't dare. You intimidate them enough."
"Don't you know when the cat's away, the mice shall play? That's why I need you to keep those mice on a leash."
"And what about her leash? What if she sees your departure as her chance to escape?"
"Well that's always a possibility. But I think I've tamed her enough."
A smug smile slowly crept at the corner of Seijuuro's lips, as his eyes strayed towards the shut door of his bedroom.
"Gou-kun! Come here, love!"
The rusty hinges squeaked , as the door creaked slowly open. With steps uneven, Gou approached them in silence. She tried her best to completely ignore the dark haired , alpha male sitting at the other end of the coffee table, as she curled up on the sofa. Seijuurou pulled her closer.
"That's my girl"
He lifted her chin and assaulted her mouth in an open display of domination. Gou moaned in protest and tried to shove him away, but her hands only found the vastness of solid, unmovable chest. Sousuke watched the whole scene , his face void of feelings.
"I have great news for you, my little Matsuoka. I am leaving tomorrow morning and I'll be away for a few days. In the meantime, Yamazaki will be filling my place and making sure you aren't a naughty girl."
His words fell like a bolt from the blue. Suddenly, she wanted to scream her lungs out with every little fiber of her body. Her fiery eyes found Sousuke , wearing his blasé sapphire like always, and mercilessly pierced through him. Somewhere deep inside him, Sousuke was choking. He remembered that piercing gaze. He remembered it well.
"No!" she growled and fidgeted within Seijuurou's arms. "Not him, never him..."
Seijuurou tightened his grip on her , effectively washing away her objections. Under his hold, her body grew rigid.
"It's not like you have a say in this."
"I will never obey this hypocrite" she exhaled sharply as the fearless captain guided her hand on his denim clad crotch. She took the hint, and submissively squeezed him lightly.
"Sure you will" Seijuurou whispered in the crook of her neck and his tongue grazed tenderly the velvet skin.
Sousuke averted his eyes and stood up.
"If we're done, I'll head out." he cut in, his voice low and cold.
"Leaving already, Yamazaki? Don't you care for some late night fun?" Seijuurou chuckled almost breathless and provocatively lifted the hem of Gou's robe over her porcelain buttocks. She was naked underneath.
The young girl froze. Unable to form coherent words, she shook her head vehemently.
"I'm not interested." He cast a brief glance at her exposed modesty and turned towards the exit, ignoring the sudden shiver in his guts.
"I forgot your prefer less smooth bottoms!" the muffled laughter of his captain was the last thing that reached his ears, as he left the place.
Once in the chilling night outside, Sousuke inhaled deeply. The cold air swelled his lungs, tickling even the tiniest cords within his broad chest. The image of Gou had come to haunt him again. How could he ever forget those eyes? Those piercing eyes of red, full of resentment, boring into his soul and creasing it like a piece of paper. Twice in the past she had marked him with the same penetrating stare , though back then the feelings channeled into him were so different. The first incident had been so many years ago, that the memory had almost faded in time. They had been restless as adolescents, he and Rin. Their days were spent among petty crimes, skipping school and irritating the locals. The redhead had always been an edgy teenager, a reckless magnet getting them from one trouble into the other. But Sousuke would blindly follow him, taking him on his every challenge. And when they wouldn't bask happily in the sun, near the boundless sea they so loved, or disturb the neighbourhoods with their silly adventures, they would sneak into Rin's room , lock the door and immerse themselves into satisfying their bustling hormones.
It had been one of those lazy nouns, while the Matsuoka siblings were still living under their paternal roof. Gou had been in school, and their mother had already dozed off next to an empty bottle of vodka and they...oh they had been so horny, that they hadn't even locked the door. Until it flew open and, just like that, their dirty little secret had stopped being a secret anymore. Young twelve-years-old Gou had been standing there startled , with eyes so wide that her thin, red eyebrows had completely disappeared under her short bangs. They had frozen in place for a moment that felt like hours; a semi naked Rin kneeling in front of him with his face pressed hard against his groin. The moment had passed and typical Rin had masked his embarrassment in cursing, but he had shoved him off without a word, swiftly zipping himself up, and had shut the door behind him, on the face of his yelling friend. Still bare-chest, he had grabbed Gou by her hand and lead her to a small bathroom, where they occasionally smoked weed away from prying eyes. He had placed her onto the toilet-seat and had almost ritually knelt in front of her small lap.
"I'm really sorry for what you just saw."
But then she had looked at him with those piercing eyes of red, full of affection and insight, harboring a youthful beam he had never met before. Her child arms had intertwined around his neck, pulling him into an unforeseen but heartfelt embrace.
"Don't worry, Sousuke-kun. If my onii-chan trusts you and loves you, then so do I."
That was the moment his view on her shifted. And as she was slowly maturing into one beautiful woman and his obsession over Rin was only growing deeper, he had found himself entertaining the thought of stealing her virginity as well. Sousuke never learned it had been Rin the one that eventually beat him to it.
The following years, their relationship had been mostly on the good side. Neither too close, never too distant. Gou hadn't graced him with the same intense gaze anymore and the memory of it had been neatly tugged away in the maze of his life. Until that direful night more than a week ago. When they broke into her flat and shattered her world to pieces.
"There's an opening on the wall, behind the closet. Check there too."
There it was again, that long forgotten gaze, those wet, red eyes piercing into his core. Only this time they were oozing shock and distress. He couldn't even bear looking into them, cause his reflection was that of a stranger.
"Traitor...traitor!"
Her venomous voice kept echoing through all these sleepless nights, just like it had ominously echoed among the walls of her small apartment. Did he even deserve the scarlet mark of the betrayer, when it was Rin who had turned his back on them all? When the man he once regarded his one true companion had carelessly thrown their lives into the sweeping wind, all in the impulse of a wrongful desire? Instinctively, he rubbed he top of right shoulder. Years ago he had taken a bullet for Rin and his shoulder never really fully recovered. For a week now the old trauma was twitching in pain, sending stinging jolts through his flesh. Deep down the thought of Rin was what tormented him the most, flooding him with clashing emotions of remorse and anger.
Spellbound in the memory lane, Sousuke had unconsciously approached the blazing bonfire in the front yard of the abandoned facility. Several Samezuka members were lazily spread around it, indulging themselves in beer and adult jokes.
"Nii-san is leaving tomorrow and I guess that means I can finally teach Gou-san a few tricks about stag beetles... If you know what I mean!"
"You'll get yourself into trouble, Momo-chan."
"Just watch and be amazed, Nitori-senpai! Hey, Yamazaki-senpai! When did you return?"
Sousuke sat on a tree stump and his cerulean lingered over the fire-lit faces.
"Oi..."
"Yo, Yamazaki" Uozomi's voice emerged through a jumble of cackles and whispers "care to place a bet? Tonight's gamble is who might get first into Matsuoka's pants before the captain returns. Current chances favor Minami, his good looks be damned!"
"Over my dead body, assholes!"
"Oh shut up , Momo!"
Sousuke shook his head , turning down their offer, and let them continue the bickering and laughing around the large campfire. His gaze followed the trembling, orange flames as they licked the wood, before vaporizing into thick smoke , sending tiny embers into the air. Going through the next days would turn out more arduous than he thought.
An hour later, Gou silently slipped into the expanding night. After saturating his hunger for sex, Seijuurou had peacefully fallen asleep. During such times, Gou could finally succumb herself into the serenity she was seeking. In a rare display of faith, during the last couple of days the Samezuka captain had permitted her short, past-midnight strolls around the yard. Besides, there was virtually no possibility of an escape; the walls separating the old factory from the dark woodland were too high to climb, whereas, everywhere else, patrolling teams of two or three members were restlessly scanning the place. It hadn't been freedom, though, the one knocking on her door at such early hours, summoning her to the darkness outside.
The moon was just too beautiful and eerie to resist. Its shade was a deep, clear crimson, as its fiery magic dribbled on the sky's obsidian satin. Somehow its soothing colour reminded her of her brother's eyes, and this fueled comfort into her conscience. She had decided to ascend on top of the old warehouse, one of the highest buildings in the area, so she could stargaze at its sight before crawling back to her bedroom's prison. Unfortunately, her plans were meant to fall short.
"Ooh!" Gou exclaimed lightly and rubbed her forehead. Upon taking an unlucky turn, she had bumped on something solid and hard. Lifting her gaze, she met Sousuke's glowing eyes raining down on her. Within the profound darkness, his teal glistened with a preternatural aura , the one forged in fairy tales and nightmares.
"What are you doing here?" She eyed him suspiciously.
"Considering your place, I should be the one asking questions."
"I have nothing to answer to you. Now, if you don't mind.." Gou tried to circle around him, but he extended his muscular arm and blocked her way. She hissed.
"Your room is the other way."
"I am not going to my room."
"Sure you are.."
She angrily shoved his abdomen with both hands. He didn't budge.
"Mikoshiba-buchou lets me have a little walk at nights if I feel like to. Now, move!"
"Then address your complaints to him tomorrow."
"He'll be gone tomorrow."
"Well, isn't life a bitch..."
"The only bitch I know is standing in front of me as we speak"
Sousuke's thick eyebrows sank lower above his aquamarine.
"Go back to your room."
"What's wrong with you? Mikoshiba-buchou has..."
He took a step towards her , his voice raw like ice.
"Mikoshiba-buchou this, Mikoshiba-buchou that...What are you anyway? His prisoner or his prost.."
Sousuke didn't get to finish his word, as her hand came flying towards his cheekbone. With a sharp move, he caught it mid air before she slapped him. Letting a husky grunt, he used his intimidating body and pinned her on the wall behind them. Her back grazed the cold, sedgy stone. Gou protested and squirmed in his arms, but his grip was like iron. Eventually, she looked up and found him towering over her, a mix of anger and envy painted across his features. And she wasn't sure if the night was playing dirty pranks with her imagination, but his sight seemed slightly dazed, as his eyes momentarily hovered over her soft lips. She swallowed.
That tiny hint of realization, as the bob in her throat lightly moved up and down, was what shook Sousuke out of his trance. Setting her free, he took a couple of steps back and, within the next minute, he was his old aloof self again. Gou didn't want to stay any longer around him. If returning to the shadows of her dim room was all it would take for her to flee this confusion, she was more than ready to retreat.
"Starting tomorrow, there will be some new rules."
His steady, emotionless voice reached her ears while she was heading away. Instead of a late goodnight, she spared him a bitter glance over her shoulder.
"You won't break me...And when he comes, your name will be added to his list."
Sousuke watched her closely, until she vanished in the murk of the old building. He shoved his hands in his pockets and let his sapphire wander across the night's vault, before coming to rest on the bizarre moon. Its shade was a deep, menacing crimson, somehow reminding him of blood dribbling on the sky's blackness.
Thanks for reading. I'd love to know if you like where this is going or not. 3rd chapter will be on its way...