Fall | hinata harem

chapter fifty-six

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Tooru Oikawa | Sunday 9:15 a.m | Itachiyama Headquarters

Sakusa met me in the basement of the Itachiyama Headquarters, where blood and bone dust dripped and stuck from my hands and arms and splattered all over my clothes, as well. The sound of the saw in my hand being placed on the table beside me is the only thing that echoes in the concrete room, outside of the weak wheezing coming from the man strapped to a chair before me.

"Shouyou's awake and he's calling for you, I told him you were out right now and you'd be back in about half an hour, so go clean yourself, and do it well before you even think of getting close to him."

Sakusa's face expresses sincere disgust at the scene laid out before him.

Joy flashes across my face. Shouyou had just woken up, and his first thought was me? It probably has something to do with what happened between him and the guy in this chair, but, still, Shouyou's up there waiting for me.

I shouldn't keep him waiting long.

I glance at the guy who had dared to harm Shouyou. His gritty fingers that had touched all over his sweet skin were gone, the holes currently being sewn up by the medical team so he didn't bleed out.

His hysterical groaning and mumbling were crazed, but what was even crazier was the total effect Shouyou had had on this man.

"I've searched everywhere for him," he utters to himself, rocking his body back and forth. The look in his eyes is obsessive and cold. "Everywhere. I even marked him- right on his hand, so he'd never forget about me. Yet, it's the other way around."

Tears start pooling in his eyes while Sakusa and I struggle to hear his rapid mumbling.

"I want him. I want my Shouyou. I want him, I want him, I want him. Give him back to me..! Give him back to me! He's mine!"

I think that was the point where we discovered just how deep the temptation of wanting Shouyou runs. This man has had each of his fingers sawed off, and I made sure to do it slow and painfully, yet, all the while, Shouyou was the only thing on his mind.

How terrifying. It makes me wonder what would happen if I got a taste of Shouyou. I'd probably be jumping around all over the place, talking on and on about his luscious lips, soft, fluffy hair, and sweet taste just as Koutarou had.

"Shouyou's temptation is truly on another level," Sakusa speaks absently before clearing his throat and turning away from the guy.

"Tooru, Shower, now. Don't keep Shouyou waiting longer than necessary."

"Ah, right. Thanks for letting me know."

I rush up the stairs, strip down to nothing, and I hop in the shower. All the while I'm thinking of Shouyou, and I'm beginning to wonder if maybe the effect he has on people has already begun to nest itself inside me.

Not once has someone ever haunted my mind like this. It's nerve-wracking and, yet, the fuzzy feeling I get just from having Shouyou on my mind makes me feel light on my feet and warm in my chest.

So, maybe, in some way or another, it's a good thing. Shouyou's a good thing.

After a warm shower, I dress myself into some thick sweatpants and a tight t-shirt and make my way to Shouyou's room. On the way, I shoot a quick hello to Kenma and Kuroo, who must have come here to get the updates on Shouyou from Sakusa.

Then, I stop at Shouyou's room and crack the door open. He's sitting on the bed shuffling through some old playing cards he must have found lying around.

"Ah," his beautiful eyes catch the sun peaking through the curtains when he looks up at me, "Tooru, good morning. I'm so glad you're not mad at me. My past keeps coming back to bite me in the ass, and this time you got involved with it, and I'm so, so sorry you had to deal with all this."

He's rambling apologies as he struggles to get off the bed and come to me. I catch him before he trips and falls. A laugh bubbles out of my chest before I can stop it.

"Shouyou, shouldn't I be apologizing to you? Don't you know that we put you in constant danger by having you close to us? Yet, we still roam around with you at our sides. I wonder why you're still friends with us, sometimes. Shouyou, we all love you. We're willing to protect you no matter the circumstances. I should have been there when he first approached you, and for that, I'm the one who should apologize."

I help him sit on the edge of the bed before I take his hands in mine and rub my thumbs over their backs. His eyes- Wow, they're so beautiful, staring up at me like a sailor looks at the sea. They're an atlas of stars with the pages spread open.

The finest jewels, the sweetest fruits, the smoothest silks- They're incomparable to Shouyou's beauty.

Now, I see how easy it is for him to lure someone in. All he has to do is simply glance at them.

"No," his sweet voice whispers, "I still put you in harm's way. That guy- He's not a good guy. You could have gotten hurt. If you didn't have the training or skills to handle that situation, he could have seriously hurt you."

"But I do, and he didn't, and now he's suffering the consequences of his actions in the basement, and you and I- We're safe up here. Warm, together, and safe. Haha, you really worry too much, Shouyou."

He has a right to worry, just as I worry about the gangs and rival mafias hearing about our connections with him and using him as bait to force us into submission.

He worries about losing our friendship because of his troubled past and us being injured by someone he used to know.

Our relationship with Shouyou was sudden because his presence was like a ray of sunshine after a harsh storm. It's something we simply couldn't let go of, even when knowing he's just a civilian put in our territory.

Even knowing the consequences, both Shouyou and the mafias chose to spark a friendship.

It's ironic, how we desperately want to protect Shouyou, yet, by keeping our relationship with him, we're putting him in the most danger he's probably ever been in.

And the strangest part is, Shouyou knows this, and he's letting us. It doesn't matter to him because he's been in constant danger his entire life.

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