One-shots that I have written about various J-Rockers, that I decided to put together in one place. This is Volume II as Volume I was submitted to the Watty Awards 2021 and had to be marked 'Complete' before submission. So here is it's continuation...
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I could feel Uruha's glare like a physical presence. He wasn't happy that I had intervened and gotten Aurora out of here.
As soon as we had been sure that Anika and Amiya had left the restroom, we had legged it from the room as fast as possible. I hadn't gotten my kiss that I'd wanted but that was ok, there would be plenty of other opportunities for that. And I wasn't going to push it on her either, regardless of how I'd spoken to her in the restroom. I'd made what I wanted from her very clear, if she chose to accept me? Fantastic. If not? It wouldn't bother me.
Afterall, she was still technically in a relationship, so the possibility was good that she wouldn't want to do anything with me until she was out of that situation. Which, if that was the case, like I had told her, I would respect her decision. But she would need to make that clear, so that I could get onto the same page as her.
"You have about two seconds to quit trying to burn a hole into the back of my head, Kouyou. I'm getting ticked and you don't want that." I said to my guitarist, coldly.
"Oh you're getting ticked? How about how I'm feeling, with you interfering in my relationship and how I deal with my woman." He bit back and the sheer arrogance and possession in his voice had my teeth grinding against each other.
"First of all, she's not your woman. She belongs to herself and herself only. She simply allows you to have access to her. That is a massive difference. Women aren't fucking property, Uruha! And you're old enough now to know that." I snapped, feeling as my anger started to quickly climb. I was so done with his attitude lately and I wouldn't stand for it.
"Secondly, I wouldn't have had to intervene if you hadn't been fucking abusing her!" I added, letting him hear and see my growing anger. He flinched and I thought he was going to back down. But apparently, he decided he was choosing violence tonight.
"Abuse!? How the fuck am I abusing her!? I did nothing of the sort! Watch your accusations, Takanori. Some words can never be taken back!" He yelled back at me, his fists clenching at his sides. Huh? The kitten had teeth. Who'd have thought it? But it didn't scare me, I'd faced down meaner fangs than what this asshole possessed.
I stood up then, slowly unfurling myself from the stool that I was sitting on. I locked eyes with him, before I walked towards him. I saw as he took half a step back, but still held his ground. It was clear though, that I had made him nervous. Once I was almost toe to toe with him, I spoke.
"When you try to keep her from changing her tampon when she needs too? That's abuse. It's abuse because you caused her to suffer a huge, but wholly avoidable, embarrassment." I seethed, before I shoved him backwards, following him as he stumbled back.
"Then you had the audacity to get pissed, when she had to go and change her clothes because they'd become saturated with blood! Which can only mean that you would have preferred her to walk around here all night with blood stained clothing, for every single person to see! Just so that you could keep an eye onher!" I snarled, shoving him again and watching as he fell back onto the two seater sofa in the room. I leaned down then, getting into his face, my fury hot and uncontrolled.
