Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. Maki Murakami does.

Prompt: "Every second that you hurt what was mine, will be a minute longer your death will take. I will rip you apart and burn the pieces, and then do the same to myself." Eiri's thoughts as he goes after Tachi.

Rating: M for dark subject matter.

Cold

"What do you want from me?"

"I just want yo be near you."

I am coming for you. You must know this.

(Shuichi took a beating...)

What on Earth would posses you to think that you could do such a thing, Aizawa? What would make you think that you had a right to lay on a hand on him? That you could do so, without suffering the consequences? What do you think of the pain I will inflict upon you for your actions?

I won't ask you. Because I know that you did not ask him.

(He was a mess.)

Nakano had blood on his shirt when he came to me. I don't even think he realized it. But I did. Oh, did I see that blood. And I know it wasn't his. And I know that you are the reason for that blood, Aizawa.

You hurt him, I know. Made him cry, made him bleed. Made him hide himself away, deep down. Did you try to destroy him, Aizawa? Did you try?

My Shuichi. He's beautiful, isn't he? When he's smiling, when he's sad. When you think you hate him, when his face haunts every waking moment. No matter what you do, or how hard you try to deny it, you can't. And I know you didn't. Nakano may have believed his lie, but I know. There is no way to resist Shuichi's call. I know you didn't.

(You made him cry.)

I gave him to you, I know. But who better to kill a monster, than another? I understand your sins more than you do, I understand what you have done. I know how you will pay.

(Horrified, he sounded so … beaten. He was whimpering when I left, but sleeping. I'd like … I think I should go back. If you can handle this.)

I have planned your death in my head, Tachi Aizawa, and I assure you, as is your style, it will not be uninteresting. You have no need to fear that.

Neither of us deserved to touch something so pure.

And we will both die for it.

Every second that you hurt what was mine, will be a minute longer your death will take. Every scream that you pulled from his mouth, you will scream two – longer, louder than he did. For every tear that fell from his beautiful eyes, you will shed ten more, and if they are tainted, I will not care. And you will beg, as I know he begged. You will plead with me for mercy, and I will not give it to you, because you do not deserve it. I will make you bleed – I will rip you apart, and I will bathe the walls in your blood – spell out your sins and lies for everyone to see, and make sure that you are alive to see every moment of it. I will burn the pieces of you that are left, leaving nothing of you on this planet. And then I will do the same to myself.

"I'm no good for you."

"I know. That's okay. I just want to be with you."

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