Limerence - Kaisagi

Chapter 8 - Delicate

Isagi wakes up to an indescribable amount of pain. He looks at the clock on the wall, indicating it is three in the morning. A heavy arm is slung across his waist, spooning him close to the figure behind him.

As he slowly wakes up to full consciousness, Isagi's body reacts to the trauma inflicted upon him in the form of fresh tears. Pushing off the arm on him, Isagi sits up to find his discarded T-shirt on the floor, wearing it.

He feels so dirty.

To avoid rousing Kaiser from his deep slumber, Isagi refrains from switching on the light to find his shorts in the room. No luck.

He needed to get out of there.

Staying in the same room as the monster that ruined his every being began to feel suffocating for Isagi. It was claustrophobic, and he needed to leave .

Limping towards the door, Isagi spared no glance at Kaiser before leaving the room. He shuffles down the quiet hallway, walking in his shirt alone, his bare legs exposed to the world. He didn't care, though. If anyone spotted him with an uneven walk, hickeys and bruises littered down his legs, and dried cum staining his thighs, then Isagi would be happy. If that makes his story worth listening to, and people would clearly see that he was the victim, then so be it.

After what seemed to be a treacherous journey down the hall, Isagi did not end up in his room. Instead, he stood right before Hiori's door, like earlier in the night.

It's now or never, Isagi.

Isagi could care less about his appearance or what he would explain to his boyfriend. Honestly, he stopped caring a while ago, ever since the first incident in the bathroom. He was now a complete hollow shell of his former self, thanks to Kaiser.

He's definitely asleep. I'll just sneak into his bed and fall asleep in his arms like usual. As it's always supposed to be. Then I'll wake up and everything will be back to normal.

Isagi places a hand on the doorknob, gently twisting it open to reveal a surprised Hiori, fully awake and standing in the middle of the room. No words pass between them. A prolonged silence hangs heavy as Isagi closes the door behind him, moving unsteadily toward the bruised-eyed Hiori.

Hiori gazes at his boyfriend's disheveled appearance — puffy eyes, bloodied lips, a bruised throat — taking in every detail. Isagi finally stands in front of Hiori. Though Hiori looks at him with pity, Isagi doesn't return the gaze. Instead, he buries his face in Hiori's chest, embracing him.

And then, he cries.

Isagi releases wails that Hiori never imagined hearing in his entire life. The love of his life, his sunshine, always concealing sorrows behind a beautiful smile, now stood completely vulnerable. The pain accumulated over the past week had shattered him like a dam, and Hiori sensed it went beyond the glimpses he caught in the monitoring room

Silent tears stream down Hiori's face as Isagi continues to emit painful cries. Eventually, they sink to the floor together, the weight of Isagi's anguish pulling them both down.

"I-I'm sorry—I'm so sorry, Hiori. I should've—I should've —" Isagi croaks, his voice raspy from constant screaming, shaking his head repeatedly.

"Shh, shh. You don't have to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry," Hiori holds him tighter as Isagi weeps louder, his tears staining Hiori's shirt.

"W-Why would he— Why—Why would he do this to me? Wh-What did I do to deserve this?" Isagi continues to cry in loud hiccups as Hiori rocks the two of them soothingly.

"I'm here now, Yo-chan. I'm sorry," Hiori whispers. "I'm here. I'll protect you. I'll make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you again."

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It took a couple of hours for the anguished wails to subside into sobs and then into a heavy silence. Isagi was finally asleep in his bed, finding respite after an entire week of torment. In his slumber, Hiori dedicated himself to the task of tending to Isagi's bruised and bloodied state. He carefully cleansed Isagi, addressing the aftermath of the ordeal, from dislodging the remnants of cum to cleaning his thighs, applying soothing ointments, and dressing him in fresh clothes.

For the first time in Isagi and Hiori's relationship, Hiori found himself uncertain about the path that lay ahead of them. The horror inflicted upon Isagi was both heinous and seemingly irreparable, and a heavy burden of guilt rested on Hiori's heart.

Yet, in the grand scheme of things, these concerns seemed insignificant.

What truly mattered was that Isagi had returned. Even if Hiori recognized that this version of Isagi would never be the same as the one he once knew, he felt a profound sense of relief that his Isagi was still with him, lying in their bed.

Though the future remained uncertain, one thing Hiori held as a certainty: the truth would inevitably surface, and Michael Kaiser would be held accountable.

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Fin.