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Inferno:
Chapter 11:
Images. They were passing behind her closed eyes very fast; she couldn't make sense of them. But then, she saw it: a memory. She could see a little girl on the streets and a young woman next to her who pulled her hand, making her walk forward. The little girl had brown hair and big blue eyes. She was saying something but the woman –her mother- wouldn't listen. Suddenly she turned to her and she slapped her face. The girl let out a quiet whimper and brought a hand to her cheek.
''Don't you ever say that again'' Said her mother angrily. The little girl bit her lip and lowered her gaze. ''Do you hear me, Shiori? What you just said is a blasphemy, it's against everything we believe, everything Sybil believes, and it's wrong''
Shiori nodded and then the mother turned away from her.
''What is wrong with you?'' She asked to the little girl who was holding back tears. Then the figure of the mother started walking away, ignoring the cries and pleadings of the little girl.
Indeed... what is wrong with me?
That memory started to fade away as consciousness washed over Shiori. She opened her eyes slowly. Her vision was blurry. She realized she was laying on the sofa and a blanket was covering her body. She felt tired and weak, but tried to get up anyway, only to be stopped by a firm hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw his face.
''You should lay down, your body is still weak'' He said calmly, his voice felt distant. Shiori obeyed but only because she was too weak to protest.
''How long… have I been out?'' She finally asked, feeling his throat dry.
''About three hours'' He replied. Now, feeling a little bit better she sat on the sofa with her back against it and her eyes enclosed. She could feel a slight pain in her arm and looked down to see a small bandage around her it.
''Is it done?'' She asked then, biting her lip gently. But it was enough to reopen the little wound and taste again the metallic liquid in her tongue.
''From the samples I took we synthesize your skin and it was sent to the headquarters of the police'' He explained calmly, without any concrete emotion on his face. She felt tempted to bit her lip again but then Makishima placed his hand on her chin and brought his fingers to her mouth, between her lips. He rubbed the blood from them and stood there, looking into her eyes. ''You do that a lot'' He state and Shiori tried to advert his eyes but he wouldn't let her. ''When you get nervous, when you think deeply'' He continued talking, still no emotion in his voice.
For no reason, she felt guilty and ashamed, as if he had pointed out a shameful fact about her.
''You have this habit of hurting yourself'' He said then. ''Is it pleasant?'' He rubbed her lips gently and she parted them trying to speak.
''I…''
He placed his leg on the sofa, his knee between her legs, invading her personal space. She tried to move away, but she was trapped. Makishima could hear her breathing increasing as she blushed.
''The opposite of boredom is not pleasure... but excitement. People will seek out any kind of excitement, even pain.'' He continued. ''Do you think you need to be punished?'' He asked softly looking into her eyes as her heart raced. ''For being who you really are?''
She said nothing but felt her tears build up on the corners of her eyes. She shook her head. She wasn't going to cry, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.
''There's nothing wrong with you'' He said then. She felt tempted to bit his fingers off.
''You don't know that'' She said in a whisper. He was wining this battle, he was saying exactly was she had been hoping to hear all her entire life. And she knew it; she knew he was probably just toying her, playing with her emotions, trying to find out how far he could push her before she broke. But then again, would it be so bad to let herself enjoy this little moment, when she no longer felt like a freak?
''A beautiful flower too will eventually wither and fall. That's the fate of all living beings.'' He muttered. At that she wanted to laugh. Should she be flattered? Or afraid of such undeniable fate?
He parted her lips and rested his arm next to her head. He was awfully close and she felt it again, the need to surrender and let him devour her. Completely. She found herself unable to breathe. No… I can't. If I do that now, all of it would have been for nothing.
Her hands were trembling when she raised them and grabbed Makishima's hand. He looked surprised and then amused.
''It's still not enough'' She mumbled. ''I know I'm flawed, that I might not exactly fit in this system, but your reasons are still not enough to make me throw everything away. I just can't'' She wasn't so sure of her words, but she said them anyway, hoping he wouldn't see through them. Makishima pulled away a little and brought her hand to her hair. He enjoyed the feeling of her now short hair between his fingers.
''I don't intend to make you give up on your past life or your beliefs'' He said ''What I wanted is for you to see the world for what really is'' His fingers were cold, but they felt hot against her skin. This simple touch felt much very intimate. ''I wanted to give you free will to think and act according to your own beliefs''
Shiori didn't expect that. She expected a smuggling smirk and a book quote. That honesty hit her hard. And then just like that he pulled away from her and started walking. She was left once again alone on her own mind, feeling conflicted. She thought she had cornered him, she thought she knew what she wanted, what her beliefs were. And then he broke through all that with his white and undeniable truth. It was all a game to him.
That's when she decided she needed a cold shower.
The cold water hit her skin and she shivered putting her arms around her body. The voice of Makishima echoed in her head.
''Do you think you need to be punished?''
Maybe she did, she wasn't sure.
She closed her eyes and let the water fall on her. That way it would wash away Makishima's touch. Shiori no longer knew if she hated him, at least not as much as she did before. His objectives were not bad, he wanted a better place where everyone felt at ease, where nobody would be excluded. That was noble. But the way he wanted to achieve it… She shivered again and turned the water hot. No matter what he intended to do, he was wrong. There was no way to justify his actions.
Images of the girls from Oso Academy crossed her mind and she clenched her fists. That wasn't fair. They didn't die to achieve a better world; they died to satisfy the sick fantasies of Rikako. And Makishima allowed it. He couldn't be forgiven. She wouldn't turn a blind eye to it. Not anymore. That's what she promised herself when she exited the shower and wrapped a clean towel around her body.
She walked into her room and opened the small drawer of the wardrobe. There, she found some clothes, they were plan and simple. She took a white shirt and a pair of blue jeans. They fit fine.
She sat on her bed and tried to decide what her next move would be. She didn't have much choice, of course.
Would the world be a better place if Makishima was dead? She didn't think so. Then she thought about Reira. Did she receive the box already? How did she feel?
Shiori felt awful and felt the need to bit her lip, but stopped.
''You have this habit of hurting yourself'' ''Is it pleasant?'' His voice was on her mind. That's why she couldn't do it. She didn't want him to be right.
Shiori didn't remember the last time she ate and she was starving. She exited her room and ventured further into the house. She was grateful not to find Makishima there. She walked into the kitchen and was heading to the fridge but then she saw a bottle of wine in the counter. She looked at it. She had never tried it but it was known that alcohol was harmful for the psycho-pass and not advisable. But she also knew that this kind of beverages helped people forget, they put their minds at ease. She grabbed the bottle and took it with her. Before she knew it she was sitting on the sofa with the bottle opened and a glass on her hand. She brought it to her lips and drank. It burned on her throat; she didn't like the taste.
''This is stupid'' She muttered. But she kept drinking. The warmth soon started running down her body. She felt lighter and for the first time in forever she felt like laughing. The bottle was left to her feet forgotten as she brought her head backwards and smiled. She didn't hear the door open nor the steps walking towards her, it wasn't until he talked that she felt his presence.
''Shiori'' He called her. She turned her head. ''What are you doing?'' He asked. There was a certain warning in his voice, danger. But she was too intoxicated to repair in that. ''Have you been drinking?'' He asked the obvious at the lack of response from Shiori, who seemed to be ignoring him.
''A bit'' She finally confessed. He sighed and came closer to her. He tried to get a hold of her to bring her to her room, but she pulled away. ''Don't touch me'' She spitted. Suddenly she felt very angry, all the insecurities and fears had been swallowed by the alcohol and that sense of courage she thought she had.
''You shouldn't have drunk. You should go to bed.'' He continued saying.
''Now you give me orders?'' She asked feeling her blood boiling. ''Don't you have enough caging me here and playing with my mind? What the hell do you want from me?!''
''Shiori'' He warned her. She didn't care, though. She was furious. Who did he think he was? She wasn't thinking straight.
''No'' She said and stormed towards him with her fists raised. ''I despise you.'' She tried to hit him but he grabbed her by her wrists. He tightened his grip but she didn't stop, she didn't feel the pain. ''You ruined my life! Since the moment you talked to me in the library, even when you saved me from Rikako. I should have died! It would have been better!'' She was crying now, yelling, desperately trying to hit him. ''I've never hated someone as much as you, you are a monster, you…'' It was then when he let go of her wrists to pin her to the wall roughly and before she could say anything his lips crashed against hers. Her back hit the wall and she let out a whimper, he took that opportunity to enter his tongue inside her mouth. And then she bit him. Hard. He pulled away, but didn't let go of her, he kept his face close to hers and looked into her eyes, breathing rapidly as his blood sprouted from his lip. And then, to his surprise, she was the one who closed their distance crashing her lips against his once more. She brought her hands to his neck as he continued kissing her lips. Everything was so new to her; the sensation was overwhelming, her whole body was on fire.
His hands found her hair and he pulled it from behind bringing her head backwards and exposing her neck. He began to kiss the skin exposed as she tried to fight the moans that were escaping her mouth. He bit her neck, leaving marks. She whimpered and moaned. Makishima closed one hand around her hip and with the other brought her hand above her head, holding her still as he continued kissing her.
They walked clumsily, bumping into the different furniture as they got to what turned out to be Makishima's room. Her hands pressed against his firm chest, trying to support herself as his mouth descended her neck and founded her cleavage. Her shirt was ripped open by his blade, which was dangerously close to her skin. He pressed it against her pale skin drawing a trail of blood and then licked it. Then he pushed her and she felt to the bed. Her chest rising quickly as she looked at him remove his shirt. The next second he was on top of her kissing her mouth again.
''Wait... I...'' She tried to say, but her voice died, getting mixed with a moan.
''Let it go'' He whispered in her ear. His husky voice made her shiver as she got a hold of Makishima's arm, pressing her nails into his flesh, drawing blood. He bit her earlobe. His hands travelled her body, he squeezed her breasts and with experience he removed her bra. She unconsciously brought her hands to her chest to cover it, but he was fast to grab them both and pin them above her head, holding them still with one hand. He buried his face on her chest and continued kissing, biting roughly.
''Makishima'' She whispered, looking away with a blush on her face. He ignored her and lowered his hand to her pants. She shivered. He slide them down and removed them tossing them away. He caressed her tight. Her breath itched.
''Shiori'' He called her then. She didn't turn, she was biting her lip again. ''Look at me'' He said. She still didn't obey, and he decided to catch her attention, so without warning he pushed himself inside of her. She let go a desperate yelp. Her cry got stuck in her throat. The pain was unbearable. She felt tears coming to the corners of her eyes so she kept them closed as she got a hold of the sheets underneath her. Then he started to thrust himself inside of her. She brought her hands to his back and scratched him. He let out a deep growl and speeded up, looking at her face, enjoying her confused and torn expression. He looked hungrily at her body underneath him, he wanted to see more of her. Makishima brought his face closer to hers, resting his forearms to the bed, next to her head.
''Show me more of you'' He whispered, followed by a deep moan that made Shiori shiver and bite down on his shoulder.
It wasn't until he finished that he realized a trail of blood on her inner tight. He looked at her form, lying on the bed with her eyes enclosed, blinded by the pain and the pleasure. He stared at her body and a wave of desire rushed over him, but he stayed calm, motionless next to her. He gazed at her face. She didn't say anything, she just suffered in silence. He didn't know, if he had known maybe he wouldn't have been so rough. He caressed her skin with his fingertips -pale, soft, bruised and marked- until it reached her neck. Then he bended towards her and whispered something in her ear, but by then her consciousness was very far from there. Makishima brought her fingers to her bloody lips and found himself immersed in deep thoughts.
So how was it? I hope you have enjoyed the chapter. More drama is waiting for Makishima and Shiori in the next chapter. Shiori will have to face her actions, feelings and Makishima... so stay turned for more updates!
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