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A once delicate heart, as calm as the ocean now sit, still in the chest of the stone faced male. As he lay unconscious on the hard wood floors of his estate, Blood seeping from his wound. Slowly loosing his sense of reality, he...
Chapter 016 Recap; Tomioka, angry at Shinobu's pity for him. She blurted out something she knew she shouldn't have. Leaving Tomioka and herself stunned. He angrily walked out. Heading to his estate, readying himself for the horrific sight he might see again. He opened his door to find his estate clean and decorated with muted greens, blues, and reds. He entered his room to find an asleep Sanemi. Falling asleep next to bed, Sanemi woke up. Going to go make food, then feeling guilty of leaving him on the floor. He goes and puts him on his bed, now leaving to go make himself and Tomioka some sort of food.
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Giyuu's PoV;
I woke up, but I was in my bed? I don't recall getting on bed. If I think of what happened before I fell asleep, Sanemi was in my bed. I- what smells delicious?
Did somebody bring me something? If anyone was going to, I think Mitsuri would. I got up out of the mess of covers, walking slowly to the doorframe. My arm resting on it.
To my surprise I see Sanemi? In my Kitchen.. with an apron on..? Was this some wack ass dream or what.. I kept walking over towards the angry man, he seemed rather content in all honesty.
I walk over to the counter, tapping him on the shoulder. "What are you doing.." I ask him, my brow raising in confusion.
"AH- FUCK TOMIOKA! LET ME KNOWN BEFORE YOU WALK INTO A ROOM! your always so goddamn quiet. How the hell am I supposed to know when you enter a room, Shithead." He replies, or- more snarling the last bit at me. I stand there, not particularly phazed by the mean words. This happens Alot.
I stared at the skillet on the stove, then back at Sanemi. What was he making? Because, whatever it was it did smell nice. "What are you cooking." I ask, walking closer to the stove. Now hovering over the pan.
"Its just some curry. You don't have to be so excited." He said, abruptly turning around and working on the food again. Pushing Giyuu to the side of the counter. Again, he wasn't at all phased. The thought of homemade food sounded wonderful. The food at the butterfly estate didn't always taste the freshest. Sorry Aoi..
I leaned up against the wooden countertop, still looking at the food in the skillet. My eyes flashing towards something else on the counter. I realized what it was, a bit shocked that it caught my attention first. But the thought of the metal against my skin was enough to bring a pained shiver down my spi-
My thoughts were cut short as Sanemi took the skillet off the stove, covering my view of the sharp object. I looked up at him, his back turned towards some fine-china bowls I've had. He scraped the food out into the bowls, giving it extra ingredients for more flavor I suppose. Although I didn't care what it tastes like, any food sounds good right now. Thinking about it, I haven't ate In a good few days. Maybe that's why I felt light-headed. How pathetic, I used to be able to go Alot longer before seeing these kinds of symptoms.
I stood up straight from the counter, walking over to my polished table. It seemed smooth. I ran my fingers down it as I sat down across from where Sanemi had the two bowls laid out. He went over to the sink washing out the skillet used. Although that same trinket kept catching my eye. The one right next to the sink.
I wanted to reach out and grab it. I wanted to feel relief as an object in my grasp.
I wanted that feeling of lightness that I got when I did it.
I wanted to feel the pain I should've, all those years ago.
I stopped. My arm was grabbed. I blinked a few times before, seeing where I was. My hand was extended towards the knife. I looked at the scarred hand that had grabbed me. A look of shock on his face. I quickly retracted my arm, I feel myself sweating.
"Tomioka. What the fuck was that." He asks, I can't bring myself to respond. I didn't know. I didn't know. I didn't know. I didn't know.
I was brought back to reality once more by the white haired male in my house, his hands on my shoulders as he squeezed them. I was stuttering? I quickly regained composure. This was the last person I'd want to speak too about this.
"I was zoning out sorry. I meant to grab something else." Was all I could manage. I didn't want to talk about this. Not with him. He's too aggressive for this kind of sensitive topic.. especially if he's talking with me. He hates me. He's said it himself many times.
"Stop the Bullshit. I want to know what just happened." He said, his grip on my wrist getting tighter, "Or am I not as good as Shinobu. You told her. But never bothered to hunt it towards me." He says, his grip getting tighter on my wrist. I wince at the growing pain around that area. "Shinazugawa- please let g-"
"You think I'm untrustworthy. You don't think I could handle the truth do you Tomioka!?" He was practically digging his nails into my arm. I moved my hand up to grab it, Sanemi was yelling at full volume at the moment. I didn't understand what he was getting at..
The tightening sensation around my wrist, gone. Just leaving a stunned Sanemi and a pained Giyuu. Neither of those were a good thing either. Before I could muster up enough courage to get a word out he was gone. He fled my estate, the door wide open as he vanished, his speed incomparable to the human eye.
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