❝ 𝙉𝙤 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 ❞ LONG HIATUS

: ̗̀➛DEAD SOULS

"Love us dirty, for any one will love us clean."
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A knock on his door.

Ango was rendered speechless by the sudden shock, his shivering limbs tightening on themselves. He didn't answer, but it didn't take long for the person's voice to bleed  through his door and into his ears right into his brain. It was all too familiar, and Ango could only feel rage as the sound vibrated through his head.

(Y/N)'s voice didn't help anything.

Ango's jaws were gritted when (Y/N) said his name once more, this time more forcefully, but something was off.

"Don't you dare open that door." Ango snarled out, voice shaking like the rest of his body. It was muffled by the clothes covering his legs.

Ango was used to smothering his feelings in his work. He was used to ignoring every part of his life through his work. He was used to not having to deal with anything along the lines of personal and he didn't want to start now. But...their screams, their cries for help, It radiated through his head and wouldn't get out. Their voices wouldn't leave him alone.

He should have never used his ability on Oda's coat.

Ango had never met Oda's kids. Or rather, he never wanted to. Ango had a job to do and he couldn't let his personal feelings get in the way of it. The more he thought about it, the more painful it became in this present moment. Something brushed along his shoulder and Ango moved to slap it away with as much force as he could muster. Which, wasn't much, considering he was still trembling out of his skin.

His head snapped up to the point of winding him yet Ango couldn't bring himself to care. He was standing before he really knew what was going on.

"Are you happy now?" Ango couldn't help himself.  "Are you?"

He feels nothing but unadulterated fury and terror, both of which burn themselves so deeply into his body that Ango is powerless to stop himself from acting on them.

"You blamed me for his death, you blamed me for things I can't fix now. You want to fix it? Finish me off. Do it. Right here. I know you have that fucking gun on you."  He keeps snarling like an angry dog, and Ango just wants this done. Wants everything  gone.

He needs the girl to get the fuck away from him.

(Y/N) just stands there, eyes wide open as Ango nearly passes out because he forgot how to breathe. He sucks in another one of those burning breaths, and (Y/N) still isn't moving. Ango feels his fingers tingle as he debates sending a fist into (Y/N)'s face. He ignores the wind coming in from the window,  (Y/N) must have opened it in order to get in.

"No."

Ango's expression changes to one of snarling hostility as he takes in the words. (Y/N) looks so composed as if she isn't the entire reason Ango has become like this. The internal argument he was having came to an end as he clenched his right fist and sent it curdling toward the girl's head. (Y/N) dodges it because of course she fucking does. Ango can't do anything as he's toppled over and shoved into the floor. His hands are behind his back, being held there as if he'd been hunted down and captured by the police. One of (Y/N)'s knees is in the bottom of his back, all of her weight being supported there. It hurts, but it's also a very welcome distraction to his previous thoughts.