𝙱.𝙱.𝙿 ⁽ᴳᵉⁿˢʰⁱⁿ ᴵᵐᵖᵃᶜᵗ⁾ [Under Review]

𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍

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"I wish to forget it all."

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Date 10/8
Time 2:⁰⁰am

          " This is. . . "Thoma stared at the set of snacks laid on the bed next to a knife and loaded gun. "What are you trying to pull here?"

           Childe only grinned as he watched Thoma lie on the bed on his side while looking at the snacks and weapons casually lying there. From the small bench at the foot of the bed, the ginger picked up a few papers scattered on the floor. " Just to make things clear," he filed the documents into the drawer near the bed stand. " The only reason I haven't strangled you yet is for my Little Miss."

           "W-what?" Thoma frowned, feeling guilt watching him from the shadows. " Why would she. . . "

            A naive little part of him still hoped she would forgive him, but only God knew if it was the guilt urging him on or something else. " Don't fool yourself, " Childe giggled casting the blonde a mocking grin as he caught the hint of hope in Thoma's voice. " You sick fuck, you actually believe she'll want you back? I guess you could try."

           Thoma glanced at weapons laid among the snacks. " You can't do shit to me, princess," Childe warned, as he pulled out a wrinkled black undershirt and a pair of white shorts. " Change. The last thing I need is you making this place reek."

          He handed out the clothes with his back still turned and sighed upon realizing the blonde was not listening. " Why do you have to be such a pain . . . " The next second a blade flickered from the corner of his eyes.

        Before another word could be uttered a cold blade was pressed against the curve of his collarbone. " Ah nice choice," the grin did not waver. " How did you know I was into knife play? Is this one of your many skills as Ayato's lapdog?"

         "Are you seriously laughing?" Lips were now placed against the frame of Childe's ear as red slowly dripped down the razor edges of the clean blade. " I bite when I want to, and you did not leave me a choice."

         " Oh boy~" Childe leaned back his chest shaking with laughter. " You're good, aren't ya?"

         Blue Eyes locked and hypnotizing, he stared straight into the blonde's soul. " Why didn't you kill Ayato?"  The words left his words like a ghost and crept into Thoma's mind like a plague.

         The blade shifted as Thoma's grip tightened and loosened all at once in his moment of hesitation as words refused to leave his slightly bruised lips, " I . . . "

        Childe's hands moved, grabbing Thoma's wrist firmly to prevent the blonde from taking his soul, and the other hand pulled out a loaded gun from the drawer and with a satisfied sigh pressed the barrel right between emerald eyes. " Tsk tsk trauma?" His chuckle echoed through the apartment, high and mighty like no serious threat even existed. "Princess you're so sad and pitiful to look at."

          Thoma pushed down at the blade, but could not manage to slit the ginger's throat, only for the iron grip on his wrist to tighten to the point the veins on Childe's hands bulged. That was gonna stop some blood circulation, maybe break a bone, and most likely leave an ugly bruise. " Resist and a nice shiny bullet will go through that head of yours," the knife fell on command, clattering on the floor between Childe's legs. " Nice work you took advantage, but unfortunately you acted too hastily~"

      Nugging the blonde's head back he pointed the barrel at the clothes he had offered previously. " Now change," it was not a request," unless you want me to make you and that won't be the only thing I'll do."

       The barrel of the gun shifted back to the blonde. " Hurry up now," he smiled.

       "You're not gonna shoot me anyway," Thoma pushed himself off the bed, putting a certain distance between them. " You'll draw the attention of everyone in the building."

         " Smart boy," Childe applauded . . . And then pulled the trigger.

          The bang rang past Thoma's ear, the shiny golden coat of the bullet glistened from where it had landed, right into the rusty metal railing of the fire escape. "Okay now I'm bored," Childe tossed the gun on the bed and picked up the remote. " Did you ever watch Knives Out before? I'm pretty sure it should be airing right now on this channel . . ." This time Thoma did not comment on Childe's actions and sat beside the ginger, who was already pulling out a cigarette and lit it up.

           " So wanna talk now Princess?" Childe breathed out a puff of smoke straight into the blonde's face. " Or you gonna try bitch slapping me this time?"

          "I'm in his debt. . ." Thoma placed a pillow between them despite Childe refusing to budge from his seat. " My father worked for his company at some point . . . That is until he disappeared."

            " And like a good boy, you followed daddy's footsteps?" The ginger cooed, poking the blonde with the small remote.

            " No, I didn't want to," Thoma sighed. " My mother and my siblings. . . Things were hard for them. . ."

      "So, they sold you?" Childe cut him off yet again while reaching for a bag of chips from across the bed using his toes.

        " No! God, just listen!" The ginger giggled at Thoma's reaction as he took in another drag.  "Mr. Kamisato offered me a job to help my family's state. . . And I had to attend the same school as Ayato at the time as his companion. . ."

        " Aw shit they made you his personal lap dog," Childe sighed, as if he was listening to some drama podcast or a Turkish series.

       " I'm done with you," the blonde did not say another word, disgust etched into his features despite the ginger watching him be the best source of drama in the dark, where the lit-up television screen was the sole source of lighting currently.

        Thoma fastened his eyes at the television screen, his vision had gotten a bit better, but his head remained a bit heavy as he tried to sit comfortably. " Is she doing better? " He finally asked, as his finger slowly picked out a packaged, pink, peach bun all while ignoring the ginger's gaze.

           Silence settled into the room, with only the rustling of packaged snacks as the two were in silence. " Do you never cook or something?" The blonde finally complained, biting into his fourth, beautifully rose-tinted bun. 

          " Too much of a hassle," Childe shrugged, the smile long gone from his lips as his thoughts drifted. " Do you?"

           Thoma nodded and bite into his bun and licked at the sweet paste in the middle . . . Which may or may not have caught the ginger's attention who curiously watched with chip bag in hand. " She handled it . . . Well," he lied and watched the the younger man stiffen for a moment, before setting the sweet snack free from his hands and to his right side, out of Childe's site while emerald eyes drifted into thought.

"That's good . . . "