Team SANT and CIKO one shots

Art

Just a quick warning, this has graphic self harm in this, so if you don't like it, then just stop reading right now, otherwise, enjoy.

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I dragged the blade across my pale skin, enjoying the pain as small droplets turned into red lines going down my skin. A smile came to my face. I deserved this. I deserved this. I dug one of my metal claws deeper into the flesh of my upper thigh. If anyone were to see my thighs, they would be disgusted by the beautiful art. I only graffiti my thighs though. No one can see my art then, they'd want to make me stop. But they don't understand, I deserve this, I need this. the art i make is the only thing that reminds me I'm not numb, that i'm not just a empty husk, that i'm still alive, that i'm still here, even if i don't want to be. I sigh as i put down my claw. I grab the bandages that were right next to me, i'm good at covering up my art. I finish up and put my jeans back on. just as i sat back down, everyone burst through the door, not even sparing me a glance as they went back to doing their own things. I sighed again as I plopped back onto my bed and turned my music up full bore.

About ten songs later I felt a body force its way into my arms. I crack one eye open to see a smiling figure adorned in black and red. I quickly shove them off me and role onto my side. Apparently that doesn't send a clear enough message to them, because they just force me into a sitting postion an rip the head phones off my ears. I glare at the small figure.

"What the fuck do you want from me? Crimson." I asked, annoyed as usual. All she did was frown and tilt her head to the side slightly, her face hosted a thoughtful frown.

"Akito," Oh shit, she used my full name instead of that stupid nickname she made up for me. "Are you alright? You seem... more, distant and out to it... Are you sick or something. You're really starting to make me worry. Y'know you can always talk to me right?" She said tilting her head to the side again. Concern shinning in her eyes.

"I am perfectly fine Crimson. Everything is perfect." I say sarcastically and she glares at me. "Look, i don't know what you expect, but whatever it is, I don't have it." I said trying to end the conversation. She gave me this look that said this isn't over. "Crimson I don't know what you expect. Look I'm fine seriously. Couldn't feel better. You don't have to worry." I said sounding so rushed and fake that i cringed.

Crimson still had the nerve to cock her head to the side and look at me boardly. "Come talk to me when you're gonna be serious, Akito." She said as she hopped off my bed and walked off. Giving me a seriously annoyed stare while she walked out of my shared dorm.

Sighing, I shove my head phones back on and tuned out the world. Feeling shittier.
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Sorry, i cant be bordered to finish this one, but here