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4 ~ The pupil of a sickly butterfly

13 years ago...

Sharp intakes of breath–then violent coughs. Blood streaming onto the cold hard floor that had cracks in between making a symbol of some sort. The warm red liquid that was the only warm thing in this place–dripping into these crevices, highlighting the symbol implanted in the floor. A man with a cloak with three scars across his right cheek paced around the large room without muttering a word.

"Y-You.." the boy muttered out with a deathly glare, his head still hung low. He was sent into another violent and painful coughing fit.

Everything hurt.

He could feel his stomach turning and twisting in all kinds of ways, his throat clogging up with blood.

"Bitter." The man in the cloak started, coming to a stop in front of the boy. "Don't you taste it?" The boy didn't respond, he was given a harsh kick in the stomach. "A man who helps society, loved by everyone." The man gave a short chuckle under his breath. "This is for the better." The man continued pacing around the young boy. "To be honest, who cares about God himself? He didn't want people to be smart so he made sure they weren't."

"Y-You lied to me." The boy coughed more. "I trusted you." He clenched his teeth tightly in remorse.

The man gave a smirk. "Everyone inside this place is here for the exact same reason." He stopped in his tracks for a moment. "Gratification from pain. It's a pleasure better than expensive wine, money, or even sex." The man shrugged. "I hope one day you'll understand what I'm saying."

"You're sick–"

"I think technically you are." The man interrupted, he gave a small sigh. He sat down on a chair made out of stone, it looked like a throne of some sort. Suddenly his expression darkened and a smirk came from ear to ear, the kind that made the boy shudder and think death was better than his next words. "You'll bleed until this room is filled with red stains, screams, and tears."

The man didn't lie.

Would the boy never see the light for years.

Only from a small barred window could some light come in.

But still,

Nobody heard his screams.

Akutagawa woke up in a cold sweat. He didn't jump up like most would after a terrifying dream. He laid there, his eyes fully opened in fear. It took him a second until his eyes regained their normal state–that being a dull and standoffish type. The kind you'd see in a person who was quiet. He felt around his nightstand until he found his phone, he picked it up and turned it on, shutting his eyes tightly at the bright screen that burnt his eyes. He opened his right eye slightly. It read "2:32AM". He set down his phone with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling even though his room was pitch black and he couldn't see a thing. His throat achy and his eyes baggy. He sat up and looked at his phone again before slipping into his slippers and opening his door. When he opened it though he was met with a boy–that being Atsushi. Who seemed like he was ready to knock on the door. They stared at each other for a second, blinking twice.

"Oh–Sorry. I was just checking on you.." Atsushi muttered out with a nervous smile.

"Why?"

"You were talking about random stuff..." Atsushi hung his head low as he shuffled his feet.

"Oh." Ryunosuke wasn't sure how to cover it up, he just coughed into his hand.

"Is there someone in there?" Atsushi peeked over but quickly caught himself. "I mean, that's none of my business of course–"