Bound and Broken ((Gin x AkiraVadel)) ((18+))

[gin]

That was sudden, Arata made a slight pout as the paper was pushed towards him. His hostility rose yet he tried to look composed. The dark haired man dragged the huge baggage before him and placed it in between the both of them. Opened, grabbed and shoved---Daichi's body at his father's arm.

 

"It really was a nifty toy, Mr. Inari. I thank you for its usefulness--" His snicker was clear as he looked down at the male from where he stood.

 

The latter's face was covered with surprise with a hint of despair. He knew , very well, that Mr. Inari wasn't even concerned by his son's state yet by the alarming humiliation that'll soon arise.

 

"If you think you can recover from closing the company then you're wrong--" he stared at the both of them coldly and kneeled at the both of them. Arata devilishly traced his middle finger in between Daichi's thigh, and scrapped the white fluid dripping from the hole. The male suddenly wiped the fluid at Mr. Inari's shirt as he uttered a partly stifled laugh.

 

 

"--not when you're dead." Arata whispered then rose and remove himself away from the both of them.

 

*Baaaang

 

In a moment, a gunshot echoed inside the compound as silence started to fill in afterwards.

 

 

 

 

 

"the dream ends--when the dreamer wakes up, Mr. Inari---" he bid farewell as he dragged the heavy gates back to its original state.

[akiravadel]

((holy crap dude))

 

The man was shocked at the situation that happened and it took him a moment to realize what had happened to his son. What had he become for this guy? He was nearly about to drop him off of his lap but the gun made him tense but he didn't have time to react before there was a split second of pressure, then blackness as he slumped to the ground.

 

It was over. Almost in a flash. The reign of Inari had died.

 

Some time later Daichi heard sirens and started to stir. He felt pressure on his body as someone tried to keep him still. Even his own breathing was loud in his ears. Where was he? What happened?

 

"Try to stay still."

 

A voice he didn't recognize tried to speak to him but he fought against it a little. His head was killing him. What happened? Blinking he started to finally regain his sight but they were trying to block him from seeing. An oxygen mask was placed over his face as they tried to pull him onto a gurney. Looking to his right that was when he saw his horror. His father slumped over with dried blood pooled under him. His scream was silent to him then as everything faded. This was when the blond knew he was truly broken.

 

Arata... you bastard!

[gin]

|LOL-- hope there's no harm done.|

 

Arata never went back to the villa. Why would he? Just for the sake of announcing--"yeah I finally killed the man," nope definitely not. He immediately returned to his apartment and grabbed his clothes and belongings in one go, shoving them all into a backpack. The male didn't carry all of his stuff since it would be a pain.

 

As for what happened earlier, he doubt Daichi's recovery will be as fast as the normal ones. The poison would serve its purpose as for that. He thoroughly planned the way the old geezer would most likely did suicide in front of his son, leaving that gun tightly wrapped with that decaying hands where rigor mortis had occurred. Though it was not the perfect crime he longed for, the fact that he'd done something to alter the crime scene had made him scot-free, away from the cold parallel bars.

 

Arata's raison d' etre was done and served-- he felt that a foreign material stuck inside his throat was finally gone. As for Daichi, well, he couldn't mend with him anymore. Forget about those fruitless feelings and trash it away into nothingness. He really knew this would happen so there's no harm done yet. Indeed, he wasn't madly in love was he?

 

 

 

 

 

omake*

 

a series of strange doodles--well yeah it's an omake so consider it as a strange thanks for a good rp with akira.

 

 

[akiravadel]

((I love it soo much I just can't stand it!!! ::flops around in happiness:: ))

 

Years... literally years of therapy and work to get him back to a point where he could reenter society. During that time he was allowed to remain in classes and continued going to school. Finally after finishing his courses he was able to join a practice. His therapist believed he was back to normal even though he hid away that side of himself and never tried to have anything that resembled a relationship.

 

Of course the incident became public about his father so there was no where for him to run but old co-workers of his father helped pull some strings and helped him out.

 

Time passed and his life was fairly uneventful besides his daily work as a Veterinarian. He decided people were too difficult to be around and medicine was his life so he went for working with animals. After a while he was finally able to afford setting up his own practice and life seemed good but then a change happened.

 

Walking into the exam room he looked at the paper, "thank you for..." Horror laced into his features as he looked at his ex girlfriend sitting on the bench in the room. She smiled softly at him, "hello Daichi."

 

"Are you sure you're dating a man? Seems to me that he's born to be fuck up."

 

Those words hadn't echoed in his mind for many years, and now it was plain as day as if Arata's voice was back in his head, "No..." He started shaking as he backed up. "Get out!" He screamed at her and ran back to his office locking the door.

 

Arata Saiyounji...

 

He thought he was over him even though every night he dreamed of a black figure taking him harder and harder. His breathing became labored as he pulled himself from his pants and stroked it only a couple times before he shot his semen onto the floor. This became an almost every day thing over the years. The dreams would cause him to toss and turn and he'd wake up to himself masturbating.

 

Licking his lips he realized he needed to get away... Where could he go? He found himself leaving work without saying much, just that he needed to go, and headed to the one place he thought he would never return to...

[gin]

|Nah that's my parting gift to you Daichi since it's obvious that you really did miss me. (*lol arata mode)|

 

 

Cut me some slack. Were the words that echoed from a man who just arrived at his garden just to see the worst case of the brats ruining his very precious vegetables.

 

"If you don't leave on a count of three--I'm gonna blow all of you into smithereens..." Despite the fact that his face was serious and life-threatening kids just couldn't scurry away and leave the male alone.

 

"it's uncle Arata, HAHA oi we need to pluck some more!" the other one evilly suggested as they agreed into unison.

 

"3...2...1..." He hurriedly counted as he raised his arms trying to scare them yet they just rushed at him and stumbled into the muddy ground. His kimono was now disheveled as the kids were totally on top of him. The male plastered a face of defeat as he ruffled each and everyone's hair grumpily.

 

"sheesh old man. You just wanted some playmates. "

 

"and who the hell said that!?" He gave the one closest to him a rough noogie on the head. The other's rushed and flew from him while the one he'd captured looked most likely the sacrificial lamb they managed to offer. Their giggles echoed until it disappeared from the scene. Finally, he placed the young man down as it suddenly kicked his right leg and immediately escaped away from him, joining the rest. Damn, the kids these days were purely evil.

 

Arata Saiyounji, for these past three years was unutterably shock for the reason that no one had ever trespassed in his ancestral house just to interrogate him or even capture him for the murder he'd done years ago. He did escaped and altered everything yet he knew that some other time they'll eventually find out the truth. Daichi Inari, why had he not confessed? The fact that he just obviously know who the hell did cause all the trouble of ruining everything made Arata conclude that he should profess and spill out everything. To his shock, the blonde did not.

 

Though the house he was currently residing was located in Kyoto, he asked Ryu and Yuki to disclose any information about him. Consider him dead --though he wasn't hiding that desperately to the police. Truth be told, he's tired of everything. He could even feel the sudden shake of his hands--it's memory from pulling a trigger. He didn't felt the urge to have the conscience yet but not when the scene reminded him of Daichi. How he took the life of someone that was important to him; eventually, made Arata realize and dwell much on the past, repenting. How he wished he could just bash his head and have a permanent memory loss.

 

"Divine punishment...huh--talk about non-sense."

 

He just can't forget the man. Arata immediately stood and cleaned the mess the brats had done. It was too late for regrets, not that he admit, and yeah Yuki was right---he should've listen...

[akiravadel]

A long train ride after packing an over night bag later, the blond found himself walking down the street. His feet knew were to carry him so he really didn't have to dwell on it. He'd grown a bit taller since he'd last been there and had grown more into a man. His voice was much deeper along with his still boyish face that had thinned out a bit.

 

It was almost too surreal at how calm he was walking down to that house. Maybe it was the kids he heard giggling or maybe it was the fact that he heard a familiar voice speaking that set him off, but he quickly darted into the bushes and that was when he saw him.

 

Trembling he felt almost sick as he watched the man he wanted to beat to death with his bare hands, playing with children. As the kids wondered away he noticed a large stick on the ground beside himself. Swallowing hard he slowly reached down and grabbed it. Standing from the bushes he started to make his way over to him on shaky legs.

 

Strangely enough his mind was fairly blank at this point. He didn't know what he was planning on doing, "Hello Arata." He swung the large stick at his head hoping to knock him out.

[gin]

As he was busy tidying his garden, thanks to those handful brats, Arata suddenly heard the bushes rustling. Though he had the fastest reflexes among them three; Ryuu, Yuki and him, his timing was so off that he felt all the movements in slow motion.

 

He did asked for a bash on the head, yet it was earlier than what he'd expected. He knelt at the mud-covered ground and managed to grab the perpetrators leg. He could feel his blood slowly pouring from his head down to his nose line. "ugh-" he muttered at his weakened state. That was rather a heavy blow that he could hear some radio static inside his head. At his conscious moments, he tried to looked up and stare who the perpetrator was.

 

--Fuck. Damn you Yuki. Shit he's such a tattletale. His tsked was heard as he concluded the one who'm told Daichi his address. He'd wished he'd never told Yuuki, damn, his calculations were off. Still, he was a bit shocked of Daichi's mature appearance than the blonde hitting him. That was to be expected, though he preferred the shoot-to-kill process and die easy though. His vision started to blur as he succumb to darkness itself, he could feel someone dragging him but rest assured sine that wouldn't matter to him.

 

 

 

 

"urgh--" He groaned heavily as he tried to split open his eyelids. Arata could still feel the pain throbbing in his head so he decided to reach for it. A clank was heard and he hadn't reached his head no matter how tried he moved his arms. Now wide awake, he felt a cold thing wrapped around both his hands. He stared at both of his hands bounded tightly behind him as his shoulders were wrapped were rope that closed his distance to the pillar inside the house.

 

"Yo Daichi, so our situation has been switched--" He wryly smile as his smug face never left the impression.

[akiravadel]

Daichi of course wasn't going to let him die. Of course he had things to take with him for house calls in his car so he was able to stitch his head and wrapped it up for him. Of course he wasn't nice enough to put ice on it just yet. The blond looked around the house wondering what else Arata had there that he could get into. It was like he wasn't in his own head. Almost like someone else took over his mind.

 

He was sitting on the couch watching him while drinking a glass of scotch, "switched?" He raised a brow then smirked and knelt down before him. "Oh Arata nothing has been switched. I'm broken just like you wanted me."

 

Reaching into the bag he pulled out a metal tool then removed a scalpel from a sanitary sleeve. He placed it on the tool and brought it to Arata's throat gently pressing it there. "So how does it feel? Hm? To ruin someones life? To take everything from me? Why Arata? What had I done to you to deserve this?"

[gin]

Arata didn't even flinch as a scalpel was shoved in front his neck. Instead, the guy looked like normal and was somewhat intimidating.

 

"HAH." He forced the breath violently through his nostrils with a loud.

 

you don't deserve it---yet your father did...

 

"nah it felt good..." he smiled wildly to Daichi despite his situation.

 

What he wanted to say was far different from what he'd just spat out suddenly. His reflection was seen at the blazing eyes of Daichi. He sure look feisty looking like that compared to that innocent male he'd always fucked before. And he couldn't just picture Daichi breaking him out of revenge; since in the first place, he's already an empty shell, far more worse than being broken.

 

"You're a special case Daichi--a funky one --- " He winked at the blonde in front of him as he had no plans of answering him seriously.

 

"and yeah you miss---" he almost spit out his organs as Daichi suddenly punched his vocal cords.

 

"Geh--- da" He coughed vehemently out of the pain that was impending his vocals to form words.

 

When did he get that violent? For the love of God, he doesn't like it at least a bit. He preferred to hurt but not the other way around! It's as if some evil spirit had possessed the male. Damn, he need an exorcist to dispel that demon dwelling within the blonde though he himself might need one too.

 

[akiravadel]

Daichi couldn't hold back the laugh that wracked through him as he watched the raven struggle to breath for a moment. The blond moved to straddle him and wrapped his arms around him, "you're right. I do miss you." Turning the scalpel around he brought it down stabbing it into the top of his thigh just barely missing the bone.

 

"Oh I'm sorry does that hurt?" he laughed again and grabbed the end of it twisting it a bit. "Should I stop? Would you have stopped? Did you?" He laughed and yanked the scalpel back out. "NO! NO YOU DIDN'T!!!

 

Twisting his hand and swiped it quickly cutting into his cheek then leaned forward to lick at the blood, "mmmnnnn..." His hands trailed under his kimono as he started exposing the top of him. "You cut your hair... I like it." Licking down his neck he got to his shoulder and bit down hard enough to draw blood.

[gin]

 

Arata's torment, most likely in the form of rape; had bore fruition to Daichi's twisted and vengeful self. Arata dug his fingers to his palms, twisting his hand to gain some access for escape. Yet the male failed to do so, he just lost all his strength just seeing Daichi like that. For the first time, he hated to admit, that he was overpowered by the person he'd tormented the most.

 

"----" he bit the flesh inside his mouth aggressively at the moment when the scalpel was impaled in his flesh. As the object twisted inside his thigh, the dark-haired male launched a low suppressing moan. He just couldn't endure it silently yet tried his best not to shout and act like a sissy.

 

Despite all of the events, Arata still showed some air of dominance; as the scalpel was whisked and wounded his face spot-on. The lower part of his kimono was smeared with blood that was coming from his thigh. "--such a l--lousy te-techni--que," he gave a dry smile as he tried to provoke the male more though he was having a hard time to speak. His pride never wavered as he sternly stared at the blond in front of him.

[akiravadel]

Daichi looked over his face for a moment before smacking him hard across the cheek, "don't look at me like that." He shuddered. Yes his eyes still had an affect on him, but he had a remedy for that. Grabbing the scalpel he cut two long ribbons from his kimono, one he wrapped around his leg because he didn't want him to pass out and the second he wrapped around his eyes, "there, that's better."

 

Now he couldn't see the blond coming. Yanking the front of Arata's clothing open he smiled down at him then frowned, "how many have you fucked since me?"

 

His hand shot out and grabbed his cock with rough hands. Thanks to his work his hands were not as soft as before, "Hm? How many?" He squeezed him hard for a moment then started to stroke him. "Tell me Arata and maybe I'll forgive you and not cut this pathetic excuse for a cock off." Leaning down he rolled his tongue around the tip of his member.

[gin]

The male just gave a confident laugh as Daichi blindfolded him. He'd already guessed what's running on that simple brain of his, such a wise man he was. "Cheaters ne-ver win," his voice was hoarse due to the constriction through his neck. Yet the talk transformed into a simple one, lessening the heavy atmosphere that had occurred.

 

He had kinky sex friends to begin with and a blindfold was just normal to him. He leaned at the pillar as he noticed that the blonde had his interest on his cock. "Sheesh I'm an-swering just don't do that---" he protested as he tried to kick Daichi with his other undamaged leg. But kicking something he couldn't see was just a fool's play and was not worth the act.

 

"Do I need to count all of the---" He was cut-short as he felt something warm slithering at the head of his member. "---!" his muscles tensed as he shook his head trying to loosen the blindfold. "Remove this Daichi--" Enough of this strangeness, just kill him already...

[akiravadel]

"Count everyone and then I'll remove it," Daichi stated before going back to tease his member. It tasted better than he remembered. Taking him all the way into his throat liked he learned while being with him, he barely gagged on it before pulling back. The blond licked at Arata's exposed nipple then smirked, "tell me how many."

 

His hand wrapped around his member and stroked him a couple times before he leaned down to gently suck on the tip wanting to tease him. Then he remembered something. Reaching into his bag he grabbed a band and wrapped it around the base of his cock then resumed licking and teasing the head of his member.

[gin]

He gave a huge sigh like it's the most ordinary thing in the world and started mumbling. "Well there's--- oi cut it out.." He disgustedly shivered as the blonde licked his nipples. He won't get aroused by that, instead it gave him an opposite reaction, a sense of awkwardness.

 

"Lisa, Ana, Sakura-chan, hmm-- Kyoko, -- damn Daichi I can't recall them all!" He protested as he pushed his body to the pillar, as if trying to expect the blonde's assaults. Finally, he stopped touching him in weird ways and made Arata slouched his body. Not until he felt something placed at the base of his member. "----! h" he tried to hiss as it painfully enveloped his huge cock. So he's imitating what he'd done before? No-- Arata flinched as he'd got the slightest idea as to what Daichi's gonna do next.

 

"no--you're not going to do that..." he grumbled as the chains behind him rattled. Now he wanted to escape and leave the crazy dude alone. He better be dead than to experience such a humiliating thing like that! His pride would crumble if it'd happen.

[akiravadel]

Watching the other struggle with what he was doing to him turned him on in ways he couldn't explain, "you're such a whore." The blond watched as Arata hissed and twitched to the wrap around his cock, then something he wasn't expecting. A smile spread across his lips as he watched the slight panic in the other.

 

"Oh? What about after all the times I begged and pleaded, hm?" Daichi grabbed his legs and pulled him towards him a bit to throw off his balance so he could straddle him. Grabbing Arata's chin he thrust his head back and heard the others head his the pillar. "Oh sorry did that hurt?"

 

"I want to Arata... trust me. I want to pull you limb from limb and display you to the world but I won't. I'm not going to kill you, oh no," Daichi shoved his fingers into the raven mouth wanting to gag him a little and got them wet before he removed them. "I'm going to take you." Leaning forward his lips gently danced against his. "Because guess what? You're mine now. Even after all those people... you're still mine."

[gin]

So that was what the blond felt in the moments when he was forced, it really didn't sound so pleasing for Arata. Thus he learned another thing, the lesson on how to 'empathize.' A feeling new to him yet had a strange feel inside him, it's as if he'd slowly turned human by the things that he'd experienced.

 

He felt his head was starting to jumble as it was slammed at the pillar. He felt a shiver when he heard that Daichi's gonna take him. He'd rather bite his tongue and die than to be a goddamn receiver. "Fuck yourself..." He exclaimed as he mustered some strength, miraculously, the handcuffs snapped as what he'd wanted. Probably the strength that came from his deep hate of being an uke, just the idea disgusted him.

 

Damn. He forgot the ropes that were like vines, coiling at him tightly. Shit. All he could do was slightly reached at the blindfold as it fluttered down the ground. His head was swirling as it tried to recover from the darkness. He could barely see Daichi's shadow in front of him and kicked it sharply with his other leg. If he wasn't that wounded he could just escape. It wasn't out of fear but the way things were progressing; Arata, most likely hated it. His wrists had bruised from the cuffs he'd broke and the pain was really starting to make its way into his head.

 

Luckily, he hit the blond as it was still cowering in pain. Damn, if he could just break free from those impending ropes. If he'd tried to approach him, then he'd better prepare and receive a sharp kick from the dark-haired male. "cease this insanity Daichi--" he hadn't pleaded yet ordered. He does not want to admit but he don't want to hurt Daichi. If he'll just go on a rampage, he might end up killing him so he tried his best to talk his way through.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[akiravadel]

Daichi groaned softly and glared over at Arata. He actually wasn't planning on penetrating him, mainly just freaking him out. He was actually about to ride him. The blond made his way back and straddling him, "stop it!" He smacked him hard across the face.

 

"Just stop..." tears streamed down his cheeks as a shudder ran through him. "This is your fault... all your fault..." He hiccuped as he sobbed softly. Resting his forehead on his shoulder he sobbed softly while holding onto him. "Everything... raping me, hurting me... killing my father and leaving me there. How could you not expect this, huh?"

 

Leaning back he positioned himself over Arata's member and started to slowly sit on him. He moaned as he felt his member fill him for the first time again in several years. He hissed softly feeling himself tear a little and knew he would be bleeding some.

[gin]

What the hell. After receiving the blow on his cheek the guy in front of him suddenly cried a pool of tears. So by any chance had he escaped from a mental hospital? He was close to crazy, a moment he was so angry and now he was crying? Arata just stopped moving and stared at him like a deer in headlights.

 

The blonde climbed on top of him and pushed his own hole towards his half-hard member. "Stop this Daichi--" He stared at the blond with pity on his eyes. He didn't feel pleasure at all, just a twinge of pain in his heart. Arata, for the first time, felt those crazy emotions starting to fill his heart like a puzzle.

 

--Daichi had gone crazy huh? He just couldn't react or give an opinion to the statement since it was basically his fault.

 

"Listen to me--" if he was free by now, he'd already tap his shoulder in order for the male to calm.

[akiravadel]

Daichi looked over his face and then sniffled softly. He didn't move on his lap, he just stayed there. What did he possibly want from him now? The blond trembled on his lap as he came down from his initial break down. Just the fact of seeing him again caused the emotions from the last several years to pool out of him.

 

Now the adreniline had worn off and he was scared. Had he gone too far? Was he in trouble? What would Arata do now?

 

Of course the raven was the one tied up but he was still in control. He may have lost it for a moment but he still pulled the strings for the blond. Almost like a hurt child who did something wrong, the blond looked up at him when he told him to listen, "what is it?"

[gin]

"Glad that the vengeful spirit has left you" Arata sighed for relief as he glanced back to his damaged and blood-stained body. His expression was soft as not to scare the blond in front of him. He really felt mushy and awkward now. It was the first time he tried to converse with the blond without hidden agendas nor weird surprises.

 

 

"For the wisest choice, I think you should stay away from me." He could see Daichi's eyes blink rapidly at the sudden idea. The latter patiently waited for the continuation of his statement. But to be honest, he didn't know what to add. Just that statement alone implies his intention for the both of them to leave each and every businesseses alone.

 

He did not wish for the latter's forgiveness, all he could do was wait for the time to do its trick and heal Daichi's wounds.

 

"It happened 18 years ago--does my appearance ring a bell to you? " It was obvious that Daichi was so oblivious about his statement.

 

"ah-- so you've forgootten bout' me, I guess that's a given." Arata sighed while trying to sort his dizzy head.

[akiravadel]

This was the first time he heard Arata actually speak to him. His voice sounded very comforting as he sat on his lap but then he uttered some words he wasn't sure he was okay with. Looking over Arata's face for a moment his eyes then trailed down to his torn up body.

 

Then they shot back up when he mentioned 18 years ago, "I didn't know who you were before the night you gang raped me in front of my ex..." The blond slipped off his lap and removed the band from around his cock. Sitting on the floor he looked a little like an abused child. He was a broken man and didn't know what to do with himself. He found no passion in his work, or any hobbies, he had become a bit mindless. The only time he felt alive was at night playing with himself because he didn't trust anyone to touch him.

 

Coming behind Arata he undid the ropes then pulled himself back against the wall and tucked his legs against his chest. The blond decided to hear him out, but after this he wasn't going to make it home. He decided he was finally done playing these games.

[gin]

"I warn you that i'm no good with those long and cliche summaries," He traced his eyes at Daichi who was travelling behind him as it undid the ropes.

 

"Our father's were business partners-- Your dad was still starting his business and my dad runs a pharmaceutical company. They'd been together for those enduring years of hard work and passion. But one day your dad and mine hadn't came into an agreement. It's basically the shares---Your father wanted to merge the two companies while the latter hated the idea." he stopped talking as he saw Daichi raised his brow as a sign of doubt.

 

"--to cut everything short, your father tried to convince the board but my father had managed to stop his crazy ideas. He saw my father as a thorn in a flesh and tried to eradicate him since he was supposedly right and it's the best option as how he'd viewed the situation. Greed was the root of all, Inari's greed and envy had started to push him to do th---" The more he continued the story, Daichi eventually turned his head, couldn't possibly believe all that was coming from the other's mouth.

 

"to cut the story short-- he was the one who killed my father." His eyes reflected his fury as he'd denied the continuation of the summary to Daichi. He didn't need Daichi to believe him, since in the first place the blond hadn't placed his trust on him.

 

"I guess I need to stop now--" He placed his index finger at Daichi's chest; indicating, that it was of no use telling it to someone who had refused to believe him. It's just purely a waste of time and he was not that desperate to shove the truth into Daichi's face anyways. Arata just stayed at the place as he slightly turned his upper body away from Daichi since he couldn't walk as of the moment.

 

[akiravadel]

Daichi didn't believe it but at the same time... "I don't trust you Arata... you taught me I couldn't... but I also can't trust my father." He took a deep shaky breath. "He wasn't all that fatherly... especially after throwing me out of his life and told me he wanted nothing to do with me." The blond leaned his head back and thumped it against the wall.

 

"I'm nothing..." the blond sighed softly. "Whether or not it's true... I don't care. I can't change the past, I can't change what he did or what you did... but I do have to tell you. What you did to me..." He took a shaky breath and stared out the window from his spot on the floor. "That makes you just as bad as him because I was innocent..."

 

He trembled against the wall, "I did nothing... nothing to deserve what you and he did to me... I can't take this anymore!" He snatched the scalpel from the floor and went to slice his own wrists.

[gin]

The male closely watched Daichi's breakdown, he did not said anything about it nor interrupt and agree to his statements. It was just strange, everything... How he explained himself to the other just to prove that he was innocent was just like an idiot who wanted to clear his name. He just couldn't hide it anymore ;when he faced Daichi trembling, weak as a baby, like that.

 

Then the other seriously grabbed the scalpel again. Arata didn't wait for him to do what's next and forced his slumped body to stand and grabbed the object away from him, with all his might. The latter tried to resist as he immediately embraced him from the back to stop his movements, oppressing his arms tightly. Arata gripped at the scalpel tightly causing his right hand to bleed, one more move and it'll definitely cut through his palm. Though no strength left, he tried to summon at least a couple just to cease that insanity occurring in front of him.

 

"You don't need to end your life--tsk. could you damn stay put!?" His voice was low as he stood still behind the man.