I'm on a roll lately! XD Here I am again! This chapter is Tsurugi Yuuichi x Mizashi Haruka, requested by Mizashi Haruka. I hope you like it, bestie!

A light knock was heard on Haruka's hospital door. She lifted her head curiously. She hadn't told anyone that she'd be in the hospital for a few days.

"Come in." She called across the room.

Much to her surprise, who would open the door but her childhood obsession, Tsurugi Yuuchi. He'd recently begun to recover from his leg surgery, and could walk a little with crutches. However, he couldn't walk well enough yet, so he was staying in his wheelchair for the time being. He rolled in and stopped at her bed.

"Ohayou, Mizashi-chan. Are you feeling better?" The navy-haired teen asked gently. Haruka nodded slightly and put down the book she had been reading.

"How did you know I was in here?" She asked. The white-haired girl could feel her face heating up as she spoke. Yuuichi was in the same room with her, all alone! It was so exciting!

"I happened to overhear one of the nurses saying that a girl with long, white hair, extremely pale skin, and ice-blue eyes was taken in the other day, and I assumed it was you. You don't find many people who look like you." He replied.

Haruka chuckled a little. It was true. Her hair was unnaturally long, and her skin was literally teetering on the edge of being completely white.

"Why are you in here, Mizashi-chan? Did you get hurt?" Yuuichi asked, worry lacing his soft voice.

Haruka shook her head. "Just a minor concussion. That's all. I can leave tomorrow."

The amber-eyed teen sighed in relief. "That's good. At least it wasn't something major." He checked the hospital clock hanging on the wall and turned around. "Well, I need to go now, Mizashi-chan. Get well soon!" He said cheerfully as he rolled to the door.

"Um...w-wait, please..."

Yuuichi stopped and turned to smile over his shoulder. "Hai, Mizashi-chan?"

She had no idea what compelled her, but she asked it anyway. More like she blurted it out, really. Well, now or never.

"U-um... D-do you l-love me...? B-because...I kinda love y-you..." She stammered shyly, a deep blush showing well on her pale face. Yuuichi smiled gently.

"Yes, Mizashi-chan. You are a very good friend, but unfortunately, I do not love you the way you love me. I'm sorry. Ja ne, then." He said, exiting her room.

Haruka sat quietly on her bed, tears falling onto her knees. He rejected her...? How DARE he?! She balled her fists together tightly, ignoring the blood that had begun to seep out. Her eyes slowly turned silver. Haruka smiled darkly. She didn't care if he didn't feel the same way she did. She would punish him for rejecting her, and then he'd be hers. For good.

The next day, Haruka was free to go, as she had said. As she got up, she smiled at the blood stains that had been left on the sheets. They were explainable enough. She just said that she was apparently on her period without realizing it soon enough. She looked at the fresh cuts on her palms, still smiling.

On her way out, she passed by the exercise room. It was pretty loud in there, so she decided to look inside. When she opened the door, she saw a large group of girls cheering Yuuchi on. He was practicing his walking. Haruka closed the door quickly. Her eyes flickered silver as anger bubbled inside her, like water leaking through a hole in a huge dam. It should be HER cheering Yuuichi on, not those fangirls! How dare they get that close to HER Yuuichi?!

The white-haired girl slowly calmed down and smirked as she walked away cooly. Looks like she'd need to do some errands before she visited later that night...

An odd smell wafted through the air, waking the older Tsurugi brother. He breathed it in. What is that? Glancing up at the clock, he saw that it was 2:00 a. m. He slowly rolled over in his bed. Haruka's face was inches away from his. He jumped and sat up quickly.

"Ohayou, Yuuichi-kun." She giggled. Something red was smeared all over her face and clothes. Blood. His eyes widened and he shivered, backing away as much as he could. Haruka chuckled and grabbed a bowl from the nightstand.

"Look! I worked really hard and made you some soup!" She eagerly said, a slightly crazed look in her eyes. "Eat it!" She pushed, shoving the bowl into his hands. It was an odd reddish color, and there were little floating pieces of meat in it. Yuuichi shook his head a little.

"Gomen, I-I don't think I wanna eat right now..."

The navy-haired teen watched in horror as Haruka's eyes shifted from icey blue to silver. The pale girl growled menacingly. "I made this just for you, Yuuichi. You are going to eat it even if I have to force you."

Yuuichi widened his eyes. He slowly took the spoon and brought it to his lips, watching Haruka with fearful eyes. He put the spoon in his mouth and gagged immediately. It wasn't soup he was eating. It was blood and human flesh. He spit it out back into the bowl immediately. "Wha...?!"

Haruka giggled crazily. "Those girls earlier were getting too close to you, so I killed them and made them into soup!" She stopped laughing then, and her eyes narrowed. "Finish your food."

He was disgusted. He didn't want to eat it. He didn't want to do this. Yet, he was more afraid of what Haruka might do to him if he didn't do as she said. So, slowly, trembling, he continued eating the so-called soup. After he got halfway done, he couldn't take it anymore. He set the bowl on the nightstand and grabbed the trash can under it, throwing up into it.

Quivering and weak, he laid the trash can next to his bed and laid on his back. Haruka clapped her hands together. "Good job! But aren't you going to finish it?"

Yuuichi slowly turned his head to look at her. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak. He wanted to scream for help, but he couldn't.

"You can't get any help, Yuuichi. All the nurses and doctors are dead, and no one's coming to rescue you." Haruka said as she smirked, as if reading his mind. "Oh, are you full? Okay then."

She crawled onto the bed and sat above him. "Take off your shirt." She commanded. He slowly grabbed the hem of his hospital shirt and took it off, avoiding her gaze. Haruka smirked and licked her lips hungrily. Yuuichi stared in horror as she pulled out a very sharp, silver dagger.

"Now, what should I do with you?" She said teasingly. "I know! I need you to know that you belong to me!" She laughed insanely and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Don't you dare scream."

An intense pain shot through his entire body as the dagger began cutting his chest and stomach. It hurt so, so bad. It took all he had in him not to scream. He was in Hell on earth. Haruka, however, relished in the cute little whimpers and pleads he was making. When she finally got done, she sat up and admired her work. Cut permanently into Yuuichi's skin were the words:

I belong to Mizashi Haruka, no one else.

It hurt so bad. He couldn't move. He couldn't do anything. Haruka moved down to his chest and began licking away that wonderful blood leaking out. When she'd finished, she gave him a heated kiss on the lips, shoving her tongue in so that he could taste his own blood. She smiled and whispered two words into his ear.

You're trapped.