A/N: This one was a prompt given to me by MissMJS! Hope you enjoy. Oh, and yes. By all means, do not be afraid to prompt me.
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Rage. Pure, unbridled, ferocious rage. Towards him.
How dare he lay a hand on her? How dare that metal FAKER scratch his precious rose?
How dare he paint her arm red with her blood?
How dare he?
He fell to the floor, his fingers desperately clutching at the concrete.
He was not him. He was just a giant piece of scrap metal.
Pure white met glowing red.
And the fists flew. Shredding every inch of the cobalt blue alloy.
And when all was said and done, the quiet was so loud. His heart pumped wildly in his ears as his eyes met hers.
Fear.
They were full of fear.
Was he really that scary? He shook his head. Bringing gloved hands up to cup his face. This wasn't right. He wasn't supposed to scare her. Why did he still feel angry?
Maybe it was the fact that blood still ran down her arm, staining the once peach fur a deep, rich red.
Maybe it was the fact that he was scaring the girl he wanted to protect. Either way... He was mad.
And then... He hit the floor. And the red rage was gone. Instead, he was flooded with a soothing black. His ears only catching the worried calls of the one he loved.