Just more of this story I'm noodling on, I don't know if this chapter is finished.
Chapter 2:
In his brief life, Billy had experienced many awkward situations. Most of them happened around Agatha.
Billy realized his mouth was hanging open and shut his mouth. He knew Agatha would make fun of him if she caught Billy staring at her, but he might as well not exist. Agatha's focus was on the guy who claimed to be Nicky.
She looked stunned. And--delicate, as if Billy reached out and touched Agatha, she would break.
"Nicky?" Agatha whispered.
The skull face flickered into a more fleshy and Human face. "Yes, mama, it's me. Nicky."
Agatha flickered and turned pale--literally. The color drained from her skin, and Billy realized he could look through her.
Then, just as suddenly, Agatha launched herself at Nicky.
"Wait!" Billy yelled to remind Agatha she was a ghost and could pass through Nicky.
Or… not.
To Billy's surprise, Nicky also lost his color and became… a ghost?
Instead of passing through Nicky, he caught his mother, and the two ghosts held each other. Agatha wept and Nicky held on to his mother.
The moment felt too private.
He felt a twinge of something, like a phantom limb. They still haven't found Tommy. With that thought, Billy turned on his flight and floated up.
The three-headed hellhound growled at him, and Billy sped up, not wanting to become its chew toy.
He flew just in time to see government vehicles arrive. Fear shot through Billy, and he dropped to a more secluded area and switched back to civilian clothes.
He decided to wait for the mother and son duo in a coffee shop a few blocks away. Just in case.
Billy decided against broadcasting where he was. Agatha had a preternatural way of finding him.
He asked her once how she kept finding him and Agatha said, "You light up like a Christmas tree, Billy."
"Really?"
"No," Agatha said with a shake of her head.
Billy had just finished getting his order when Agatha found him.
"There you are, Teen."
"Hey," Billy said and looked at Agatha. She looked composed and fully corporeal. With her hands in her pocket and an imperious air, as if Billy hadn't seen her crying a few minutes ago. She projected a familiar wall of detachment. After months with Agatha, Billy recognized it as her way of keeping others at arm's length.
Using 'Teen' was also one of her tells.
"Everything okay?" Billy asked.
"I think so," Nicky answered. He, too, looked human--unnervingly so. Tall, with dark brown hair and a crooked smile that reminded him of--
"You look like Rio," Billy blurted out. "I mean, you also look like Agatha!"
"And you look like you descended from a toaster," Agatha snapped. "Congratulations. Now you know what happens when two women--"
"Is that coffee?" Nicky interjected, thankfully cutting off what Billy was certain would have been an embarrassing and devastating verbal skewering.
"I got us all ice coffees."
"Blech," Agatha said, sitting down with a flourish. "What's wrong with a good espresso?"
"I've never had coffee," Nicky said, taking the chair between Billy and Agatha.
Agatha paused, stared at Nicky, and asked, "Your mother never let you have coffee?"
"Not the Earth equivalent, at least. She gave me something from Asgard once, and I didn't sleep for a week. Mother decided I shouldn't touch caffeine after that."
"See, people think she's the fun parent," Agatha said, pointing at Billy as if this was all his fault. "I'm the fun parent!"
Before Billy could respond, a snuffle and a bark drew his attention. He looked down and saw a cute French bulldog that looked nothing like the three-headed monstrosity from the alley.
"Oh," Nicky said, patting the beast masquerading as a cute dog, "This is Servious. He's sorry about earlier--he was just looking for me. He wasn't supposed to be here."
Agatha wrinkled her nose. "I can't believe your mother gave you a dog."
A brief memory flashed in Billy's mind of a cute and fluffy puppy he and his brother adored, followed by Bohner's anguished: "She made me kill the dog!"
"You don't like dogs," Billy said.
Nicky turned to Agatha, looking affronted. "You don't like dogs, Mama?"
Agatha glared at Billy but softened her expression when addressing Nicky. "They're not my preference. I do have a rabbit as my Familiar."
"You made us rabbit stew once," Nicky said as if remembering something.
"And it was delicious," Agatha replied. She reached for her iced coffee as if she needed to occupy her hands.
"It was," Nicky agreed, mimicking Agatha's movement but leaving it at that.
"What are you doing here? I don't think… Rio would appreciate that you're here."
"Mother will be angry," Nicky acknowledged.
"So why did you risk the wrath of Lady Death herself?" Agatha's tone was casual, but her attention was sharp and serious.
"Despite my appearance, I am not that young," Nicky said dryly.
Agatha tsked. "Don't give me that. In terms of demigods, you're no older than the Teen."
Billy's mind caught on the word 'demigod' but decided to keep it to himself for the moment, and sipped his now very watered-down coffee.
"Is 'Teen' really your name?" Nicky asked, redirecting his focus to Billy.
Surprised by both question and attention, Billy spluttered and coughed. "No, no! I have a name. I'm Billy Maximoff, no, Kaplan! I'm Billy Kaplan!"
"I know," Nicky said with a sudden crooked grin. "Mother's been very annoyed with your sudden appearance."
Agatha let out a cackle.
Billy pulled out a tissue to mop his face and glared. "I can see the family resemblance."
"I'm sorry," Nicky said, offering more napkins. "You were just too serious."
"That's my boy," Agatha said, still cackling.
"A few months ago, I felt my spirit summoned to the mortal realm. I felt like Mama needed me."
The sudden topic change silenced Agatha's laughter like a valve being turned off.
"It's been months, and Mother hasn't given me a concrete answer. It's been two centuries, and you didn't seem to be coming home anytime soon, so I decided to visit the mortal realm to check on you."
Nicky looked sideways at Agatha, who seemed as thrown as Billy felt. Billy was transported back to the moment Nicky had talked about, to the Road that wasn't a road. In a cabin, and Alice slowly dying in front of him. The planchette flew around to spell: "N-I-C-H-O-L-A-S-S-C-R-A-T-C-H.”
"Jesus Christ," Agatha muttered. "You've inherited your mother's talent for dropping verbal grenades."
Unrepentant, Nicky shrugged. "You asked."
"And where is the Lady now, huh? I'd think she'd be here dragging you back to Undead City by the ear."
Nicky tilted his head as if listening for something. "There's an interstellar war. A lot of bodies have been dropping. A lot of Death gods were slaughtered a few years ago, so Mother had to pick up the slack."
"'Death' gods?" Billy interrupted. "There are other Death gods? I thought Rio was the Death god?"
"Mother is not a Death god," Nicky corrected. "Mother is Death. The original concept of Death. Growth and decay. All the Death gods work under her domain."
"And now all the other gods are dead?" Billy asked, concerned.
"A man waged a one-man crusade to kill the gods. He nearly succeeded, but Thor and the Mighty Thor stopped the god slayer."
"Bet your mom loved ferrying all those stuck-up gods," Agatha quipped.
"It's her job," Nicky said with a shrug.
Agatha groaned. "Ugh."
"It's why she hasn't noticed yet. Mother's stretched thin. I figured it was time for me to take my holiday."
Agatha snorted. "Death's son takes a Holiday."
Nicky reached for Agatha's hand, "I wanted to visit you."
Billy could see Agatha twitch at the earnestness in Billy's voice. She was battling tears.
"Nicky, when you say things like that…" Agatha's eyes sparkled.
Billy looked down to give mother and son some privacy.
——A s I stayed there alone for after who knows how long I finally picked up my phone and stared at the time displayed, it was close to evening time, I've been out of the house and in here for more than a few hours as it would seem, I guess it was about time that I go back home, I've caused them enough panic for a time today after all. I wonder what they were all doing right now, did anyone bother coming out to look for me, what about Kuron, did he ever show up to search for me.
With the small questions in my head, I got away from the area and went to pick up the rest of my things from the spot that I had left them previously which luckily for me they were still there and untouched besides having been pushed further to the side, probably by some passerby. Grabbing the bags in my hand, I made my way back home with a taxi since flying back now was out of the question with the amount of baggage on me.
It was probably close to evening by the time I got back home, the sun was starting to set as it cooled the blue sky with a bright tinge of orange and red. I stepped inside the house and braced myself for any kind of greeting to come my way, wondering if there was anyone behind the door as I would walk on through.
As I was about to open the door myself, it swung open before I could reach for the handle and standing there in front of me was Ruki who upon seeing me looked a little bit shocked and surprised but not at all what I would describe as worried. His eyes widened as he learned back a bit when he saw me.
“Kou...!”
He exclaimed to me simply as he saw me standing in front of the door. Was he going somewhere, well I just got back home so who's to say, maybe he was about to do something. I exclaimed and called out to him the same way and asked him with inquisition.
“Ruki, where are you off to?”
"Kou?!.."
"Kou..!"
Followed by a few voices that approached from the back as Yuma and Azusa showed up, looking anxious and perturbed and Azusa looked like he had cried.
Then finally, the last person zoomed forward, Kuron. His hair that's usually styled tidy and neat, disheveled as though he had been clenching it or pulling on it, the edge around his eyes red as his burgundy eyeballs quiver. He was dressed in his usual getup, but with hair half tied to that ponytail, contact lenses taken off. His lips fall part as they meet my gaze.
Looking at all of them with their desperate and distressed features upon them, I immediately realised what was going on, and with that I realised that I either had some explaining or some unfinished acting to continue on.
“Hey everyone, I'm home.”
I said to them as I formed up a small smile and walked on inside the room, my gazes shifted between all of them but primarily focused on Kuron. I mean I expected some kind of effect to be had upon them but I guess it was more effective than I thought. Seems like everyone had been more concerned and worried about all to a distressing point except Ruki who by no surprise was as seemingly composed as ever.
Before anyone else could say a word Ruki closed the door and stepped up in front of me. His cold and closed eyed expression remained as he spoke to me, his eyes opening again as he stared back at me with that unwavering gaze.
“Kou where have you been, everyone here was worried about you when Kuron said you had trouble.”
“We were trying to get in contact with you but you never answered any of our calls or messages.”
Something told me that there was no point in lying about anything to him now.
“I was at the mall as you can see, bought a few things, stayed a bit late and all that.”
“Sorry I made you all worry...”
I forced a small smile at them and honestly didn't dare to look up at any single one of them for a time, the two of my brothers seemed pretty mad at me as I looked over to them. Azusa looked absolutely angry for once and walked up to me and began to punch my shoulders and chest with a balled fist which did hurt quite a bit as he blamed me over and over.
“Stupid...Kou... We were so...worried. We thought...something bad happened...”
“How...could you...do this...?”
He continued to complain all the while that he was punching me, I could just make out the tears that were forming in his eyes as his breath started to hitch just a bit.
“Yeah man, that was not cool. You made all of us worry for nothing. You can't just do something like that.”
Yuma said out loud, his expression nothing short of being angry and frustrated as he looked at me with gritted teeth and a fiery gaze but it soon as well dampened off as his features relaxed a little bit and he heaved a sigh before continuing.
“Well at least you're doing fine, that's all that matters...”
“...Really gave us quite a fright.”
I didn't say anything else to them except smile lightly until I turned my attention to Kuron who was now just seated there on the couch, staring back at me with an almost unreadable expression on his face.
I probably owe him some kind of explanation about this most of all, he did look and seemed pretty shocked and stunned by all this that I almost felt guilty doing it in the first place...almost.
Just then Ruki spoke out again from behind me to the side, his tone, inquisitive with a raised brow as I looked over to him.
“And what's this about chest pains, Kou?”
I didn't quite know how to answer that to them now so I opted to just keep the details to myself for now.
I said while sneaking a glance over to Kuron who still seemed as blank as before from maybe all the confusion, that's a little sad for him truthfully speaking.
With my answer, Ruki just simply heaved a soft sigh as I turned my head back over to him, his gaze met mine and he looked down at the floor with closed eyes before opening them again and resolution in his monotone voice.
“If you say you're fine, then we won't pursue any further.”
“Go take a rest for now, join us for dinner later.”
With that said he walked away without another word along with Azusa and Yuma who trailer behind him as well both giving a soft smile and a sigh of relief, Azusa more so as he was wiping away his tears and they all left to attend back in their rooms or somewhere else.
With them gone, I took a glance at Kuron who had remained silent and looking blank during the whole event. He seemed to be looking back at me the whole time but I wasn't sure what to say then so I simply gave a small gesture and headed back to my room, Kuron following closely behind the whole time. Upon arriving and entering, neither of us said a word and it was just silence the whole time.
Did he not have something to say, something to ask, what was that look on his face supposed to mean, empty, blank, I wasn't even sure what kind of emotion he was bearing behind that facade. As I reached the bed, I turned around and found he just remained standing at the door, silent the whole time.
“Well, what is it? You have something to say?”
I turned to him and asked in a monotone voice, this was all quite a situation, I couldn't even see what he was silent off or what he wanted to do.
Kuron remained silent as he stood at the doorway of the closed door, his head lowered as his hair messy and loosely tied unlike his usual properly styled self, thereby covering the expression of his face as his lips were sealed to a thin line.
Slowly, he pushed himself away from the door and started making his way towards me, as I mentally braced myself from whatever that's bound to happen once he's closed in.
Just as expected, I watched as his hand darted out then as he fisted a clutch on my collar, a force knocking me back to lay on my back as my eyes widened by instinct, staring back towards those burgundy reddened eyes widened as a bull's, his face thrusted close as his body was arched and towered above me, another hand had seized to grab hold of both my wrists, held above my head.
"...What THE HELL IS GOING ON?!”
“...I...Got you to come looking for me. What do you think is...going on..”
I fell back in surprise at his rough motion, he had a really strong tight grip on me, so much that I couldn't even struggle if I wanted to, the only movable part of my body was my chest which could only whimper and arch of the mattress so much until I eventually fell back down in defeat.
He looked angry, scratch that he was definitely angry, those flared nostrils and widened eyes which combined with the redness of his iris made him look all the more fierce and menacing, almost like he could kill somebody and more specifically, he might just be about to kill someone like me, he looked almost insane that it made me feel like hiding back a little if not for the restrains.
“...So, you're saying that ...”
“This is all a GAME TO YOU AND THAT YOU HAD ME FOOLED ALL DAY LONG?”
His hand darted to wrap his fingers around my throat, clutching me in a choking hold as his lips tugged back to a big scowl, eyes widened impossibly further before narrowing with malice laced within them.
“...Do you know what you've put me through?"
“What...Ugh—...other way...to get your attention.”
I felt the saliva clog up in my throat as I had difficulty spitting out my words. I was a bit freaked out now, not that I didn't expect a reaction, in fact this was exactly as I would've expected, such drastic results.
“How would I know...what you went through.. —”
“I...barely see you now...and you never tell me anything that happens...”
I tried pulling back my hands from his wrists, trying to pull and get away from him as my legs kicked up from the mattresses below, my eyes squinted shut for a slight while before opening and meeting his dark burgundy trace.
"...So,"
"All you want is just attention, is that it?”
His grip on my neck loosened and darted to wrap fingers tightly around my chin, clenching me in direct eye contact.
“Is that how you wanted it? For me to be driven close to being insane the entire day. Got off from my new job that I ought to value with my best, and have me travel almost the entire city just to look for your petty ass?”
“Well...Yes...”
I couldn't even make out what he was attempting to do, his eyes, his demeanor was so off putting that I couldn't quite understand, I did mean to get him nervous or something and get him to worry but I never thought about making him insane if that was his literal use of the word.
“I mean...I didn't think that far ahead...”
I swallowed down a lump in my throat and stared up at him with a quivering gaze, nervousness coming over as his fingers touched on my skin as he was so close I could feel the grunting breath of his lips as he spoke.
"You want my attention?”
“Tell me..Is that what you want ?”
His eyes narrowed, the malice transmitting from them were so intimidating that I had to avert my gaze briefly.
I closed my eyes to him and took in a silent breath before looking back with uncertainty, barely meeting his stares as I faced my head up to him.
“I...Yes...”
“Yeah that was what I wanted. That's what I was trying to get back.”
“....”
He smiled, a sweet, sugary, danger approaching smile as he leaned down closely to my face.
“Well..In that case..”
His fingers stroke mildly around my chin, then it glides down to my neck, my collarbone, as his fingers slowly close around to fist into my shirt, hand trembling as he remained those stoic gazes fixated on me, not once wavering.
“...If you can go so far to gain my precious attention. ”
“Then I'll grant your wish.”
“And give you the most attention I had never submitted upon anyone.”
“...THROUGH THIS!!"
His hand tugged back ripping my shirt at once with a loud tear, then before I can react, he stuffed that crumbled piece of clothing into my mouth thus gagging me right there as I felt his hand proceeded to tear up the remaining pieces of my clothes until I was fully bare, fumbling and shifting of clothes was heard before I felt my bare legs spread open for once in my life as my eyes widened upon horror instinct, then a sharp excruciating pain forcing into me from down there and caused my back to arch off the mattress at once from that unfamiliar fresh stinging pain, before it riled to stir up another form of physical torture inside as I felt my body being aggressively glided against the mattress all the while as my insides was being thrusted in and out by those merciless impulsive pounding enough to cause the bed below to creak.
"Guhn!!.. How's ...This for attention, arghn!"
"Ha..You always like to test with my body do you..Thought it's bound to have no limits. Now there you have it ! UGH!! Are you happy now?! "
"Take...All of this! My attention ! You wanted it right??!.. You're fucking welcome, pestering bitch! Guhn..!!"
"Mnh... Unghh!!”
I could only grunt and retort in horror and pain as the unfamiliar force found its way inside me deeper still, somehow he was either getting more and more harsher and faster or my body was slowly realising the fact of what was being done to it. My mouth being so harshly gagged made it so I could only let out muffled screams of pain, no words I spoke could be audible much less any understood words to be made. I wanted to escape this, if not for my hands that had remained to be pressed and kept down by his own I would've punched him in the gut and be off. It took me a while to find the word that fit my situation, I was being raped, I was being raped by another man. Never in a million years did I think it would happen to me this way, by my love closest to me, but it was happening.
Was this his sick idea of attention, raping someone straight off the bat just because they wanted to see him. This wasn't what I meant, this wasn't what I wanted, what was he doing to me. It hurt, it hurt so much down there, I didn't want any of this, I wanted it to stop, it hurt, too rough that I felt like I was being ripped and reared apart even without warning.
I tried closing my legs to him, blocking him off as much as I could but his rough and harsh motions made me weak, succumbing myself to defeat as I felt my legs slowly give way as they only fell and constricted weakly in front of his stomach.
Everything before, all those little fun and teasing moments they weren't supposed to come to this, I didn't mean for it to come to this point, I was to be straight, I wasn't attracted to males this way but still, what was happening, was it supposed to be pleasuring, I know that was the original point but how was that possible this way, it was just painful stabbing that I felt below.
“Nguff me.. guhh…!”
I thought things were going to be as simple as that, that it would merely be just as much and that I could get through this if I held on until I felt his length thrust onto one specific spot which caused my back to arch off the mattress, causing me to moan out in restrained pleasure, he didn't stop hitting just once then, his movements kept hitting that one spot over and over as if he was familiar and used to it with own firsthand experience, a few times he had leaned down onto my chest, teasing and nibbling my buds so harshly and salivating them, so much untold roughness that I was tearing up more with saliva drooling down the corner of my lips onto the the mattress, how it was possible with the cloth I didn't know but I was gurgling inside with rolled back eyes of ecstacy pain and pleasure.
I couldn't help but fall into deep pleasure no matter how much I hated it, no matter how much I wanted him to stop, tears continue to run and my breathing becoming deep pants as I no longer had any control over my bodily movements, my legs had subconsciously opted to spread wider and fall to the side in defeat and letting things happen as they may as I ran out of my mind and options.
After what must've been an eternity to my side he started to move a little differently, a little more faster and more out of control and I knew what was coming, the mere thought of having being ravaged and about to be claimed and marked in a way like this, it was unimaginable, but I can't hold him back, I can't hold myself back as pleasure at once overtook me with his intensive thrusts and in one loud and intensive groan, he gave a hard thrust and shuddered while he released himself inside me, staining my insides with his warmth that was unlike anything I've experienced before, so clear and strong that I myself clung tight around his waist with my legs and brought him deeper in as I climaxed, my body arching and trembling from the multitude of sensations across my body until finally I finished and slumped back down on the bed, panting and taking in quick breaths while I was shaking, with pain, pleasure that I didn't appreciate and the weariness that was slowly overtaking me.
I didn't wish for this, making and aiming for his care and attention shouldn't have led to any of this, how could it happen to me, why would he do this to me. And the other question that worked up in my mind no matter how much I pushed it away—why would I have enjoyed it, not minded it as much as I should have, why had I come to wrap myself and moan in pleasure to his thrusts when he was raping me, it didn't make sense to me, was it just simply because it was Kuron that I didn't mind as much, but that shouldn't be, I had no desire for men...but Kuron, he had a different aura from the moment we came closer, why was that.
I couldn't sustain my thoughts for any longer until I eventually closed my eyes and fell completely into darkness, all the while as Kuron was slumped on top of me, our bare bodies touched so closely that I could clearly feel the warmth which brought a certain comfort among everything while I fell asleep.
More than that, he knew how many things he had to be grateful for. That, too, had become clearer to him over the years. Youth was impatient, insatiable, always wanting more. Mature age was counting one’s blessings and savouring what one had.
Like her.
Sandor turned his head and looked at Sansa, snoring lightly beside him.
I hate my writing style so much it's infuriating . It's so freaking slow and every single scene takes like 1000+ words to look readable and even then I know it's not great. Like I have read so many great fanfics and the writing is so elegant and nice and I really wish I could write like that....
——T h e very next morning after the long night which me and Kuron had the small discussion about our…incident, I would've thought that everything was done and let go of, that we could just push those needless worries and thoughts away, or at least until we could talk about it a little bit more calmly.
Turning in the bed, I saw that Kuron had already left, leaving me to sleep alone. Not knowing where he could be, I got up and looked around my empty room for any signs of him but seemingly nothing so I got up and changed before heading out of the room to look for him around the house, in the end he was nowhere to be seen, missing completely in presence without a word.
It was a Saturday so logically there shouldn't be any work. Where could he have gone, was he still capable of going to work in the first place, maybe he was more dedicated to it than I gave him credit for, or was it…he was just avoiding me again altogether.
Curious of where he was, I fished out my phone to dial and call him up, hoping to talk or confront it now in the morning, when everyone would be more composed, and hopefully in a better condition to speak about it. To my surprise, no one answered the call, I tried a few more times just to be sure but the same silence of the beeping tone persisted until it didn't ring at all, as if I was blocked off.
Confused and albeit a little bit irritated, I decided I have to go see him, talk to him about this or that I just simply wanted to catch a glance of him for the day, after all I didn't see him with me in the morning as I woke.
Getting out of the house, I had to search online to figure out the location of Kuron's company but eventually I did find the location. Upon finally reaching the destination, I wasted no time as I walked in and approached the desk where I asked to visit Kuron. Bearing no head to any of the people that surrounded me, some who probably knew me well already given my status but it hardly mattered now.
“Hello, I'm Kou Mukami~ I'm here to see Kuron.”
The receptionist looked up at me and stared in bewilderment for a moment, not so much fascinated but surprised on her features. Her lips parted and hung open as she looked like she was struggling to get some words out. I simply smiled at the receptionist waiting until all of a sudden, I heard the familiar voice of a man coming from the side.
I turned my head over to the side to identify the person of origin for that sound, looking towards that direction I saw that it was Kuron, talking to a man, a colleague of his maybe, his face stoic as he looked like he was having a serious chatter with them at the time.
So he was at the office, then why didn't he answer my calls, surely there had to be time during the whole day to see my messages or something, had he learned nothing from before to just check his phone, what was he thinking. Well then, since he's here, I should just take the time to talk to him,or at least set a time to do so for now.
I walked over to him, calling for him as I was honestly a little more irritated but I tried to compose myself, my approach less than gentle but not like an outburst, more so I was anxious.
“Kuron!”
Kuron turned his attention over, looking slightly surprised from my presence before resuming that cold stoicness and quickly looked away from me, his hands darting out to grab for one of the men's wrist and proceeded to drag and tug him away, leaving the rest of them all staring in odd confusion.
Where was he going now, I was sure that he saw me, he was just staring straight at me, was he possibly ignoring me, that didn't seem right, why would he do so, we didn't even have a fight or anything so why.
I ran after him, calling out his name as he moved further away from the spot, like he was running from my very presence as I slowly caught up to them both.
“Hey, K-Kuron. Wait up!”
“Where are you going?”
Stopping in his tracks with a deep heave of heavy sigh, Kuron let go of the man's arm and lightly shoved him aside before turning around to face me, posing his palm on his hip. A scowl on his face.
"What. What do you want? This is a spot prohibited for any fans or visitors during working hours. Please leave."
Slowing down in my tracks, I faced him with a confused look with furrowed brows, hands placed on my side while I gawked at him with confusion.
Visitor, fans, what is he even talking about, he was talking to me as if I was some normal stranger.
“Kuron...What are you even talking about? I'm here to visit you, what does any of that matter?”
“No it doesn't. It's a great hindrance. Seriously...How much of a pesterer you are? I already cut off ties with you."
He tsked, rolling those emerald eyes then as he turned to walk away.
“Pesterer...What are you talking about? Since when did we cut off anything, I don't remember talking about this.”
I took a step forward with a scowl, eyes squinted a little as my mind was running wild with thoughts of uncertainty.
"Did you get amnesia?"
He let out a cold laughter as he swerved around to face me, the grin on his lips, cold as ice.
"Well then, I just have to do this again. We are done. This friendship between us is over."
"Now stop wasting my time. I still have work to do.."
He huffed, turning away to leave again.
I watched him move, unable to even lift my legs or hands for even a little bit as I tried to process his words. Done, how was it done just like this, we were just so close and it would just be gone like that, how does that even make sense in the slightest.
It took me a while to realise that he was going a little too far away from me, I had to catch up, we have to discuss this. I ran up a little bit again and stood up close to him on the side front.
“Hey wait a minute, I thought we resolved this, I said it was all fine didn't I?”
“So why be like this now?”
He kept walking, completely ignoring me. I reached out and held onto his shoulder, trying to keep him in place and still, this was getting irritating, frustrating, confusing. It was all so wrong, couldn't we talk about this even a bit logically, even if that wasn't my style but it was better than nothing right now.
“I said wait a minute, what's wrong with you?!”
I couldn't quite understand what he was getting at, every word that came out of his mouth was borderline ridiculous. What was going on with this guy, such a sudden change in attitude.
"I said stop--”
"Bothering me!!"
He turned sharply then shoved me off with a force enough to cause me to stumble back and knocked off to the ground. Heaving a defeated sigh, he proceeded to fish out his phone and called somebody.
"Hello, yeah man uh..There's this maniac trying to keep me away from rehearsing..Yeah, Kou..I don't give a fuck that's he's a greater idol too! I feel harassed! Yes, thank you. Very much."
With that, he ended the call and turned away from me again.
“W-wha...”
Maniac, pester, a bother to him, harassment, never had I ever thought or expected a time when those words would be used to describe me, not by him at least. I couldn't believe that he said those words to me, it hurt, why was that, his words seemed to pressure and stab into my heart like daggers piercing deeper at every syllable spoken.
I sat there, with parted lips, unable to move anymore now except watch him leave just like that, I should stop him, my hands lifted up barely trying to call out to him and stop him but no words would come out so I let my hands fall to the ground as I looked down on the ground, broken and wheezing silently.
I could hear people around me asking if I'm okay as soon, a small crowd formed around me. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I turned around to see the unfamiliar face of a male behind me, tugging a rather awkward smile at me.
“.. I'm sorry sir, but...Kindly, if you can, please take your leave..”
This person, so he called security on me too, he really was hating on me this much, I can't even understand properly why he was doing this, because of the incident, because if what I said, what he himself said, his decision, how come I didn't have a say of my own in this decision.
For now I had to just leave, it hurt so much but I smiled, dammit why now, why this moment when I just want to remain paralysed and lie on the floor. Eventually, I closed my eyes and hoisted myself off the ground, lifting myself off of dust and dirt before turning to the unfamiliar man with a smile.
“Why of course, I'm sorry for troubling you. I'll be leaving now.”
With that said, I walked after from the spot, almost skipping and running as I willed myself to be away from the building and trying not to look back until I reached the other end of the corner and turned into an alley, striding deeper in until I stopped and stared blankly for a while.
In a lash of frustration, I stepped forward and threw my foot against the only visible object, being a trashcan, kicking and knocking it down with frustration as I let my anger boil and roll over me. The metallic surface of the bin became more and more dented with every kick as I vented my frustration on it.
How could he fucking do this to me, pretending as if he didn't know me, knocking me off, swearing and humiliating me, even calling security on me, his roommate, his master and owner. This betraying, lying prick, I haven't even gotten back at him for doing what he did to me and he had the nerve to do this to me.
"Gargh..! Fucking damn it!"
"Idiot, stupid, damn prick, good.. For nothing... Urgh!"
I kicked and shredded the trash can till it was almost unidentifiable, lamenting out as I brought a fist and punched a crack in the wall.
My breath panting and heaving as I slowly calmed down to silence before I felt myself subconsciously tearing up, sobbing quietly as my fist that connected to the wall shuddered. Slowly, I let my head fall, legs weakening as it gave way, crouching down against the wall with my back against the surface. Grabbing my hair as fingers twist and clench on the strands tight, tugging harshly as another hand darted to clutch on my own chest, something inside me, it hurt, it was sour and just painful like that as I sobbed audibly.
He.... What did he actually do? It all came so much as a shock, all of it so sudden I didn't even have time to process it as I ran out the door with his disregarding of my very existence or care.
Why did he act in such a way, as if I mean absolutely nothing to him. Was he angry or dissatisfied or even disappointed? I thought after last night we could have a normal talk to handle things through, that thing would turn out okay if we just continue like we always did. But instead he pushed me away, the neko that I always knew, that I kept by my side, was abandoning and treating me like nobody.
I hated him, I hated it so much that it hurt, I thought we were special, that we had a connection and yet why, how could he just push me away. My chest hurts, no my heart did, it was like a knife was poking, the blunt end of a hammer smearing and smashing itself onto my heart.
Did he actually mean all that, were we really through, that I meant nothing to him and he would just treat me as a nobody. Where did he go off deciding such a fact, I wouldn't allow it, I can't allow it. It was too wrenching, tears that covered my entire vision, blurring me and causing me to choke up just made my agony worse.
What was going on in his head, was I forgotten, what did he think of me, why did it matter that I wanted to be made as someone that he valued, that I should've been someone irreplaceable, shouldn't I? Why were things falling apart around me like this.
Things remained like that, the sound of tears and sobbing filling my own ears as I tried my best to settle down, my breathing hitched and shaky as I caught my own breath. I let myself turn into such a mess, tears staining and wetting my face for the longest time before I could finally settle down. As I calmed myself down and the tears finally stopped, I remained seated there, hugging my legs up to my chest as I lifted my head up and stared up blankly at the sky, thinking of the events, what I could be doing next at this point.
I don’t really have a plan aymore, things had already spiraled down to this point, it was all too shocking, all too sudden. I couldn’t believe it, maybe it was something else, he had to have his reasons for doing what he did to me right. I had to give him the benefit of the doubt, he was worth at the very least that much. Maybe if I ask him later when we could have some privacy or something, we could actually talk things through.
Standing up from the spot, I patted my pants and wiped myself dry of all the dust and tears on my face, composing myself and getting myself settled properly before I finally stepped out of the alley and walked back in the direction of Kuron’s company building but this time keeping out of sight from the main door, lingering around the area as I had my eye on the front door. I was hoping that he would come out in due time but as the minutes passed by and I saw no sign, I took out my phone and decided to dial in his number, calling him but alas my contact was still blocked by him, either that or he was really leaving his phone to ring unnoticed for so long for so many times. Guess there's nothing I could do right now other than just wait for him to come out on his own.
Sandor seemed to sense though that something was off with Sansa, as he frowned and guided his horse so close to Sansa’s that their legs touched. It could have been accidental – but Sansa knew it was nothing but. Just like Sandor’s smirk, that small physical connection between them comforted her.
“What is it, Little Bird? Aren’t you glad we are finally on our way?”
