~'Till Death Do Us Part.~

~~Chapter 1~~

Sora POV:

He held the pistol to my temple, Haruto. His index finger, just mere millimetres away from the trigger. He stares down at me with a cold glare. His icy teal eyes glaring daggers into mine. We're stood there for about 20 minutes, getting soaked in the heavy rain as the evening sky grew darker and darker. Night approaching, Haruto sighs and slightly lowers the pistol a few centimetres.

"Why aren't you..." He let his sentence drag in the air as i stare up at him from the ground. Cold, wet rainwater dripping from my forehead down to the tip of my nose.
"Why aren't I what?" I reply bluntly, the rain soaking through my blazer, onto my shirt underneath. I'm clearly just trying to get on his nerves. Haruto stays silent for a few moments, just glaring at me as I grin smugly in his face, knowing full well that he wont pull that trigger. I'm sure he won't. Finally, after what felt like minutes, he spoke coldly.

"Why aren't you fighting back?" He spits, and raises the gun to my temple again. I raise my eyebrows, slightly taken aback by the comment. Why wasn't I fighting back? I open my mouth to speak, but no words can form in my throat. I just close my mouth and swallow as I stare up at him defeatedly. Haruto had finally won, and I'm dead meat.

The rain starts to fall heavier, raindrops crating loud pattering sounds as they bounce off the warn out concrete pavement that I'm currently sat on. The streetlights turn on, one by one, and the nightclubs start opening. Haruto grunts and puts the gun in his blazer pocket. He gives me one more aggressive glare before turning to walk away.

"You're lucky, suzuki." He says through gritted teeth. "This doesn't mean your safe, however." Haruto adds before pacing off into the shadows. And once again, I'm sat alone on the floor, in the pouring rain looking like an absolute mental dickhead. I slowly get up, I'm absolutely soaking with rainwater dripping from my hair and clothes. Mascara smudged around my eyes and my lipstick fading away. I pick up my phone from my pocket. 12 missed calls from Ashai and 4 unread texts from Azumi. I sigh and slowly waddle back to the HQ.

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CHAPTER 2 TBC...