82. Revenge

"You bastard!"

Len slams Meito up against a wall angrily, his eyes livid with untamed fury. Clenching the boy's shirt in a tight fist, he pushes his arm into Meito's throat.

"Who the hell do you think you are?! How dare you touch her!"

"Get off me!" Meito says, shoving Len away forcefully, effectively freeing himself from the blonde teen's hold. "What is your problem?!"

"You tried to molest Rin, you dirty sicko!" Len yells. "You tried to touch her!"

A crude smile appears on Meito's expression. "Yeah? You sure? 'Cause I'm pretty sure she wanted me to touch her. Wearing those little skirts and flashing those legs- she was practically begging for me to run my hands over that skin." He laughs. "And lemme just say, she's got some really soft assets-"

Len cuts him off with a sharp punch into the flesh of Meito's cheek, sending the brunette to the ground. As Meito had been speaking, images flooded Len of when Rin came home earlier that day, her face tear-stained and her clothes ripped and messy. Fury unlike any other had hit him then, and it rears up now to coat his entire being in bloodred rage.

"Shut the hell up, and keep your damn hands to yourself!" Len says hotly. "If I ever see you near Rin again-"

Meito chuckles, holding his cheek. "You can bear the thought of anyone coming near your precious, perfect sister, can you? Can't stand the thought of someone touching what you can't have. That's right, I know it all. I've seen it, how you act around her, eying her like one of the guys. Who's the real pervert here, hmm? Me, or you? I could tell you everything you wanna know. How nice she smells up close, how it feels to taste her skin, to hear her yelling your name-"

Len kicks Meito in the stomach, earning a loose, airy 'oof'. "Touch Rin ever again, I will break your damn arms. And if I hear you spout another word of that crap, I'll make sure you won't have a voice." Len hisses.

Turning on his heel, Len walks away, his mind racing with adrenaline and worry. He got revenge for her, but why did this happen? He'd lapsed, let others get too close. He'd been so consumed with the unwanted, mind-numbing, wrong feelings he'd been having, that he knows this event is his fault. If he'd been protecting her like a good brother, this wouldn't have happened.

Len hates it, hates looking at her and wanting. He can't stand to see his own, messed-up self in the mirror. It burns like fire in his veins, enveloping him. In one way, Meito is right. Len is sick. Twisted, because he loves his sister, desires her. Only because he treasures what little sanity he has left, he let Meito live.

From now on, he has to stop. No more.

Len can't ever, ever, let his Rin see this violent, yearning part of him.