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--- ♫ [ cause Alexander is drunk and he's just finding out now that hella he sings like a fucking angel

      He swears he doesn't do this often.

      So Kei honestly has no idea as to why he decided to sing in the shower. Maybe it's because he's trying to get rid of the song that's stuck in his head. Letting it all out usually helped. 

      " Ano ko no sebete wa bokuno mono;      kisu o shitari soine o shitari sono       saki datte; daremo sore o kirisakenai-- "

      And he stops, mid sentence, because did the door open a few seconds ago without me realising. So he immediately turns the water off, grab his towel before pushing the shower curtains open. Yep-- there he was. Alexander. Well, shit------

      " W-Wait, why're you in here. I'm. You      know. Oh, God. Get out. Get out get       out get-- "

      And he goes over to the taller male, pushing him out of the place. That was-- embarrassing. Very few people have heard him sing, but one of them is not Alexander. Kei can only hope that the other didn't exactly hear the singing.

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      ———- The reaction to this had been extremely bad. Not to mention

blindly violent, and almost ended in bloodshed and police sirens.

         —— He’s got the smaller one against him, in his arms, red coloring his

sleeves, his face and his knuckles. “———I’m currently wondering why you did

that.” He speaks quietly against the night air as he walks home, staring

straight ahead at the street and the sidewalk. Kei kissed another person in

that bar, and blind rage pulled at Alexander’s little puppet strings. It was safe

to say that the taller male was a psychopath, at the very least. With very bad

anger issues.

              —— “——I remember telling you that I own you, don’t I—-? I thought I

made that clear enough, Kei. It really pissed me the fuck off, you know.

           —-Was it intentional? Did you mean to—-? Or did that other fucker

do it without permission—-?” Regardless, he b e a t  that guy to the floor.

   The world was a blur, really, and the other's words seemed so far away. He was silent, trying to formulate an answer in his mind. Was it intentional? Was it not? Honestly, he wasn't sure. Kei's leaning against the taller one for support, not minding the scarlet stains getting on his own clothes. 

   His walk was a little... wobbly? Oh dear, maybe he was drunk. He can't remember. ( Kei really needs to work on that memory of his. Terrible. ) Either way, an apology is due, and if it wasn't said soon------

      " I'm sorry. "

   All of a sudden, tears start to flow out. He really does feel bad. What had he been thinking back there? It doesn't matter that his memory fails him. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

      " I fucked up. I'm sorry. I-- don't know,       or remember, how that happened, I-- "

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Sometimes, just sometimes, he can feel the warmth of the other as he is held; gentle fingers tracing the curve of his spine as he lays there, trembling. Sweet nothings and terrible truths are whispered, and he believes every single one of them.

“You're so beautiful. But oh so terribly useless. You're nothing but a tool for my own uses. Did you know that? No one else will love you like I do. You're mine. Only mine. If you think that someone out there will love you, you're wrong.”

He hates how he craves for the feel of lips being pressed against his neck, how the breaths tickled him and made him flinch slightly every time the other did so. He hates that he misses running his hand through the soft blond locks the other possessed, how close he felt to the other when he allowed him to do so.

“You were not made for loving, yet here I am, showing you sympathy only because I feel like doing so. Be grateful. You're a monster; built for destruction, with an ice cold heart that isn't capable of warming up to others. Except for me. You will love me. And I will love you back— as long as you are useful to me.”

The other's words would always, always, contradict one another, but somehow, it made sense. To him, at least. You can't fight back against someone so sweet, so manipulative, so intelligent— especially if they knew your weakest parts. They knew how to break you. And break you, they did.

Every gesture and word made him fear the other even more, but at the same time, craved his touch more.

And Kei hates waking up this way, in cold sweat with the memories running through his head. He didn't need any of this. He was prone to forget a whole lot of things, so—

Why couldn't he forget this?

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It was just an ordinary day for both the huntress and Kei, neither seemed to have any trouble of getting caught while causing havoc. Resting on the grassy fields of the forest the female closes her eyes. Resting her entire body from all the worries she might have on that particular time.

Upon opening her eyes once more, she notices her body feeling somewhat lighter when she rises to a sitting position, the light seems to hurt her eyes more, looking to the right much to her surprise she sees nothing. Hmm, where did Kei go? Looking to the left she finds her own body laying in the grass.

"Wait?"

"K-Kei….. Dude, wake up…. You gotta wake up. NOW!!!" Wait would that even make sense, it is her body right? Does she needs to call her own name now? Something is aloof here, something funky, whether it be bad or good is something the now male needs to figure out.

   Nope. He doesn't wake up, but instead, rolls over to the other side. That voice that was speaking sounded exactly like his own, anyway. Just very panicked. It was impossible for his voice to belong to another person, so therefore, this must have been a dream.

   Yet, something didn't feel quite right once he realises that he might actually be semi-awake. Eyes lidded with sleepiness, he was greeted with the sight of a red-tinted scenery, as if he was looking through... crimson hair? That was weird. Kei's never dyed his hair this colour. (He has the shape shifting for that.) Speaking of which... were these...?

      " I'm awake, I'm awake, I-- HOLY SHIT. "

   Yep, he did have those... lady bits. What the heck? He tries, but he can't shift back to his normal form. Kei didn't notice at first, but the voice he spoke in earlier wasn't exactly his own, either. Shocked, he then turns to face Tsukiko-- or rather, himself.

      " I-- you, this-- how? What the hell?       D-Do you know...? When? "

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   He wakes up, shaking, breathless; the confined walls of this small apartment suffocating him. So he gets up. Exchanges his shorts to comfortable pants (jeans? slacks? he isn't thinking right now) and puts on his boots. Of course, he grabs his favourite hoodie too, slipping it on as he jumps out off the window.

   He hears the satisfying crack! of his legs as he lands on the ground. It was a good six storey leap, heh. It would've killed a normal person, yes. But not him. He hums, counting to ten before his bones healed up, and he was on the move again. 

   He doesn't have a destination in particular. He just needed to get away. Away from the nightmares that haunt his sleep. Away from the regret that comes with each memory of that incident. Away from the longing for her to come back. Damn it. Damn it all.

   He needed to be alone. This city-- though its a nice, small one whose activity dwindles drastically during the night, it still is, well, busy. So he runs off to that forest nearby. The presence of nature and absence of human life calms him down. He doesn't know why.

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      " I really hate the sunlight. "

   Kei doesn't realise that there's someone else there under the shade with him. He's just talking to himself, please don't mind him.

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      " I... Finally get to stay with Kei again. "