Garden of Obscurity
Two
"...He needed her..."
Juugo was pacing again. And as he paced his madness was slowly coming to its peek with each violent step. Black markings travelled across his skin as his eyes became clouded in darkness.
He needed her.
His breaths were quicker and painful and his rage was drastically increasing. He leaned against a wall clenching his bare arms so tightly that his nails pierced his skin and little rivulets of blood streamed down his arm.
He needed her,
but he didn't want to hurt her anymore. That demon within him was roaring at him and urging him to go on another blood fest. Juugo wasn't sure how long he could fight it off before it took over. He could only hope that Noriko was in her garden, the only place that no matter what state he was in he couldn't touch her. The demon won and searched for her and just as the original Juugo hoped she was in her garden watering her precious roses. The sun was shining brightly on the frame causing the light colored flowers to illuminate ethereally. He stood in the shadows behind the door and began to tremble; he needed her now but not in her garden not on such sacred ground.
"N-Noriko" he tremulously bellowed, she noticed him and his condition and grinned solemnly. She beckoned him with her finger. Juugo glared dangerous crimson eyes and growled.
"You come here!" he yelled. She quickly shrunk into a rose bush and began to weep. He had scared her again. Juugo sighed and tried to call her in a more calm tone.
"Please" he behest. Noriko, hesitant with each step, approached him, but remained at the boundary the door provided that separated the garden and inside the house. She stared directly into his dark eyes and shivered from such intensity.
He needed her,
but she was utterly terrified of what Juugo might do next. She could still feel the pain from the scars on her stomach and even lower was still inflammated. Yet she didn't blame him but her fragility.
He was impatient,
she was deciphering whether to keep him waiting. And he would not tolerate that, with one swift movement he reached into the boundaries of the door and grabbed her, forcing her into his arms.
"w-wait! please don't" Noriko cried out,
"It still hurts". Juugo froze for a moment and stared blankly at her.
"what?" he said,
"I-it hurts" she repeated. The pain hasn't gone away? He thought to himself. He needed her so badly but she wasn't fresh enough to recieve anymore of his passioante torture. He let go of her and backed against a wall, digging his nails into the wood and scratching deep cuts into it. His rage was zenith right now and Noriko could not sooth it. Juugo screamed as he formed a tight fist and punched the wall. Noriko shrieked as the demon began to tear her house apart. She ran into her garden and closed the door, securely standing by it. No matter how weak she was she would give her life to protect her precious garden.
Juugo had tore the house to pieces by the time he was able to gain control of his anger. And when he realized what he had done began to cry hopelessly. He searched for Noriko and found her in her garden, lye against a rose bush, asleep. He sighed in relief that he didn't hurt her or the terrace, but his heart filled with guilt for destroying her home. Not that he couldn't rebuild it for her, but it wouldn't be the same. He let her sleep and went off into the forest surrouding the home to make wood for rebuilding.
When Noriko had awoken she stared in horror at the damage Juugo had done to her valued home. The place she had grown up and lived within for years, was literally in pieces. She wanted to cry, she wanted to yell at him and tell him to go away. But she had the insanity to forgive him. It was in her blood. She left the safety of her garden to look for him; there were times that he had inflicted wounds upon himself just so he wouldn't hurt her, and that was the only moment that Noriko truly became angry with him. She found him in the forest, about a few hundred meters away fromt the house. His dark markings had retreated and his eyes were clear and naive and guilty. He noticed her and burrowed his brows.
"i'm sorry" was all he could say.