Unrequited

Ch. 27 - Closing Up

Your body began to shake as you approached the place where you departed from Kento. You were afraid to even look but it was impossible not to once you laid eyes on him.

His body laid in a pool of his own blood. He was still alive, clinging to life and clutching his side. His blue button-up was completely drenched in the red blood, creating a slightly purple hue. His green lenses sat on the floor next to him, cracked, and his wrapped cleaver bloodied next to it. 
His eyes slowly fluttered open with your presence.

"Hey," he tried his best to get out but it came out more like a gurgle than anything else.

"Hey," you quickly knelt down and tried to assess where the bleeding was coming from. "Don't...move." You got out your cell phone and quickly dialed Shoko. 

"Where did he go?" Kento asked in a pained voice while trying to sit up on his elbows. You slipped your phone back in your pocket, Shoko on her way over.

"Dead. Probably," you cautioned him with his movements by lightly holding his shoulders while sitting on your knees. He winced at the pain once his body bent slightly, a hand flying to his wound.

"Probably?" He smirked at you with one eye closed, trying to be strong through the pain.

"Well I killed Geto, so seeing as he absorbed him right before I'd assume so," you shrugged.

"You killed him?" Kento sat up a bit more with excitement. You smiled and pushed him back down to the original position. 

"Yeah," you assured him, "I'm actually surprised that I was able to, to be honest. Imagine getting killed by a Gojo twice in a row."

"Quite a feat," he smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Well hello!" Another voice appeared behind you. It wasn't Shoko, but based on Kento's reaction this person's appearance wasn't good.

"Naoya," you turned around with a sinister look, whipping your head in his direction. He was cockily walking toward you.

"If it isn't our star-crossed lovers," he chuckled, "I heard the action was over so I wanted to come check out the damage. Father's being treated back at home, that armless piece of trash," he crossed his arms, "might not make it from the blood loss."

"Shame," you stood, ready to defend yourself and Kento no matter what it took.

"What really is a shame is that you're not dead from that knife wound. Then again, I didn't really try to hard...and you were on campus where Ieiri Shoko was at the time," he thought loosely. 

"You understand that I'm the reason this is all over, right?" You asked him, balling up your fists - ready for whatever he may try. "I'm the one that killed Pseudo-Geto."

"Wow," he began to slowly clap, "I'm so proud of you, wife," he smirked, nasty fangs displaying in his grin.

"I'm not your wife," you muttered. You wanted so badly to kill him right then and there but you didn't want to act on impulse. It could mean banishment from the school and a target on your head, just like Suguru. Then again, with the craziness of this night and no other witnesses, it may not matter. "You know what..." you stopped, pausing in playful thought, "I really should be thanking you."

"Thanking me?" Naoya gave in with your playfulness, intrigued to see what you would have next to say.

"Yeah, you took away all of my entertainment that all I could do was train and develop my technique...really make it my very own," your hands came up in front of you, similarly to how you took out Kenjaku.