» ; He was completely and utterly terrified. His gaze only being able to keep itself on the sharp metal object that was about to slice into the flesh of his leg at any moment. But he wasn’t nearly as afraid of that as he was of the person holding the object. Tohru.. Why was he going to do this? True, he had almost gotten him killed but this..
This was unreasonable. More than unreasonable, it was absolutely CRAZY. Why…? Why did bad things always happen to him? He was merely trying to be the good guy.. But he supposed he wasn’t as lucky as all the super heroes he read about as a kid.
He was only the unlucky, unknown guy who was about to get his legs cut off and before he knew it, a blood curdling scream was already ripping itself from his lungs.
“TOHRU! STOP!"
╰☆╮"Shh... It's only going to hurt more if you struggle," Tohru cautioned. Despite his reassuring tone, a manical grin was slowly enveloping his features. His eyes had gone wide, alight with homicidal craze. Gone was the quiet reserved occult member. He was now smiling. Actually smiling--and it was terrifying.
Tohru's grip on the instrument tightened. Light bounced off the silver blade, making it flash a bright white before being splattered by heavy crimson. The blade danced on Koshi's leg, slowly digging itself deeper and deeper into the skin--tearing away at muscle and cartilage, easily lacerating the flesh as if it were butter.
"I'm doing this for you Koshi, for us. When will you stop running from my love for you?"
