Addicted to the way it hurts (Heikazuscara)

Chapter 3

Scara had reached his limit. He wouldn't take any more of Kazuha's bullshit. His blue eyes flickered with anger and his hands balled into tight fists. He was going to beat that boy up until he'd pass out. Kazuha was going to pay for this.

In a matter of seconds Scara threw the first punch right at the other's cheekbone, making sure it would leave a mark on his flawless skin.

Kazuha couldn't even take a moment to regain himself after the strong impact before another powerful punch came flying into his face.

Scara stood in front of the albino and gripped his shirt collar tightly to pull him up. "Are you scared now?" The blue eyed boy's voice was harsh while a smirk crept onto his face.

"No," Kazuha bluntly replied "I'm not scared of you."

Scara was extremely irritated by that response, he looked at the other with a scoff. "Then take a few more." he sneered, "show me you're not afraid."

He threw another punch, this time aiming at his lips, they were a more sensitive spot. "Don't you take me lightly, Kazuha." He said, his blue eyes burning with anger. Scara seemed to get more and more serious as he threw the punches, he wasn't going to hold back anymore.

Kazuha's face was starting to be filled with red and purple marks, blood was dripping down from his lips but he didn't seem to care at all. Scara's eyes glowed, the other's indifferent expression was driving him mad. He threw another punch, this time at his nose. He smirked as Kazuha's nose began to bleed, he was enjoying this.

But as a response, the albino just smiled. His expression appeared a little weak but not scared, not even in the slightest bit.

Scara's jaw dropped and he stared at the boy. He couldn't believe it, how was he smiling through those wounds? His face was full of blood and he didn't seem concerned about it at all.

"K-Kazuha?" Scara asked in a low and unsure voice as he backed away a little. That guy in front of him was insane or something, what was he trying to do? Was he trying to make him feel guilty? Did he want him to see what a monster he was? Did he want to make him weak?

The blue eyed boy took a few more steps back, his face stained with fear. "Get out, Kazuha!" He snapped and pointed toward the door "Fucking leave me alone!"

Kazuha didn't reply, he just got up and left the apartment, closing the door behind him with that smile still present on his face.

Scara stood still, frozen in place for a few more minutes while his thoughts were racing. Nothing made sense to him and all he wanted to do was run away but his body didn't move an inch.

Kazuha stood outside the apartment. His gaze was on the small window in the staircase. The sun had already set but he couldn't go home now. Heizou would ask about the injuries and this time a simple excuse wouldn't work considering Kazuha looked as if he had just fallen out of a racing car and down a cliff.

The albino dropped to the floor and leaned his back on the wall next to Scara's door, His eyes closed and he soon drifted off to sleep. This way of sleeping wasn't unfamiliar to him after all...

"You really stayed out here? Do you not have any self-respect?" Kazuha's eyes shot open when he heard a familiar voice next to him. It took him a moment to take in his surroundings and realise where he was.

Then the albino looked up at the boy that the voice belonged to. "Oh... Good morning, Scara" Kazuha smiled weakly

"What are you doing here? You look like hell." Scara hissed. If he didn't know any better he would say Kazuha went out drunk last night, got into a fight and then passed out at the next best spot. But he knew he didn't so why would that guy stay in front of his apartment all night?