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11: reality

11: reality

Once, all of Shusei's hatred focused on the Gojo Clan; a clan filled with old-fashioned people who forced his mother to run away from the undesirable marriage.

Once, all he wanted was to eradicate the entire clan into the ground until there was nothing left.

But Gojo Satoru barged his way into his life.

And although this father of his who never once showed a shred of affection was one of the reasons behind why his mother hid, Shusei could see it wasn't entirely his fault. The patriarch of the clan was a pawn of the elders. Ieyasu wasn't strong nor was he brave. He had always put up a front for the entire world to perceive.

Once, Shusei wanted to get rid of the Gojo Clan but then, he decided; they weren't worthy of his attention.

They weren't worthy of earning his hatred.

Unlike the man lying on the bed unconscious before him.

Gojo Shusei left the comfort of his seat; instead, he sat on one side of the bed, causing the mattress to sink. Zenin Naoya's head tilted to the side due to this, his sleeping face in full view. Shusei had discarded his hatred for his clan and focused all of them onto this... slut.

The corner of his lips twitched.

"Ah," a soundless laugh escaped him. "If all the clans knew just what kind of person you are, I wonder what kind of faces would they make when looking at you?" Shusei bent down until the tip of their noses touch. Up close, he could see the thin layer of sweat covering Naoya's forehead.

That slight tinge of red on his cheeks, and the irregular breathing pattern all seemed... suggestive.

Shusei sees what Naoya was dreaming and in that dream, he could see himself taking the lead to pleasure none other than this poor excuse of a human being.

"Nauseating. How did your parents raise a son like you? Someone else should have inherited your talent. It's wasted on you, Zenin Naoya." The words he had always wanted to say flowed like water; he spoke of them with ease and so naturally that anyone who heard them would believe anything Shusei said in an instant.

Silence brewed in the room before a deafening snap bounced off the walls.

Naoya's lashes trembled.

Shusei remained in place, watching as Naoya opened his eyes.

Lust and pleasure filled his gaze that a shiver crawled down Shusei's back.

"Did I say you can look at me like that, Naoya?"

.

.

Zenin Naoya was about to sneer when he noticed Shusei's gaze.

It made his heart tremble in delight.

That pair of earth toned eyes which used to be filled with hatred now had a sea of disgust within them. After years of waiting, the eyes he wanted to look at him in a condescending way... had finally glanced at him in the way Naoya wanted them to be.

"No," Naoya averted his eyes, a hint of excitement laced his voice. "You didn't."

He recalled his dreams.

It must have been Shusei's doing; to trap him in his cursed technique.

But why would Shusei pull him out?

It must be for this.

"That's right," Shusei leaned down to his ear, warm breath brushing against his skin. Naoya shivered, heart picking up pace. "Someone who likes to be humiliated shouldn't think of themselves as humans."