♢ Kiss Me Sweet 《Tokyo Ghoul/Vampire Knight》 ♢

9: A Bloody Beating

I had done so far, but beneath my soul

I know I could have gone with you

Sing a song a while and I'll be calm again...

When I'm feeling down, I would count the stars

Up above all I see is you, dream of you.

Someday you'll come back?

...

...

Time will slip away leaving pieces of

Little moments I've been with you, shared with you

Someday I'll move on...

꧁꧂

꧁Amon's POV

Her blood continued to drip onto the ground despite the pressure she was keeping on her wound.

She took that hit for me. The whip that was meant for me. And got hurt in the process.

It would have pierced me if she wasn't there. But why? Why would she go to such lengths just for me? It doesn't make any sense. Just...

...Why?

  ꧁꧂  

-Flashback-

While my quinque was interlocked with a rinkaku kagune, she held the whip at bay using a strange pistol of sorts as a shield.

The pistol was strange in every aspect. It's metal was dark, like black steel, with sharp accents on its barrel pointing out towards its enemies. Like sharp prickles that could shred anyone who dared to touch it.

A deadly, untouchable rose with layers of thorns- each layer, a new shell for its vessel.

The pistol was longer than a regular handheld and had orbs of green embedded in it. Every movement she made seemed to leave a trail of green from the pistol; and it seemed to only shine brighter as Miyako struggled to hold the man at bay.

Suddenly, a ghoul sped past me and jumped high in the air, all the while giving a guttural growl. Flipping down in its descent, the ghoul rotated its bikaku tail in a vertical spiral, slashing Miyako's right arm and shoulder. As quick as it happened, she turned around and swiped her assailant with her hand, eyes blazing crimson. A crimson of orange and red swirling with killing intent and rage.

But this was the plan, only I realized it too late. Before I could yell for her to turn around, the man thrusted his whip, pushing her into another alley way.

Damn. That was his game all alone. To separate us and isolate her in an alleyway. Damn it! She's all alone over there now!

She's in danger.

He took slow steps towards her prone body, which was leaning into a crater in the wall made from the force of the impact. Holding his arm out, his blood shifted once again in a gleam of burgundy before directing it at her once again.

"Weak." he stated. One lash. "After all this time, you're still but a child in front of me." Two lashes. "What's holding you back?"

"..."

"Is it the humans?"

"..." I didn't hear a reply, but I caught the slight head twitch. Apparently, he noticed it too. "Oh? But Mi-chan, haven't I told you?" he patronized, putting a finger to his cheek, a cruel smile marring his face. "protecting them is useless. I thought you learned that already. Just what do you think they see when they look at you?" he paused stealing a glance at me. I can't move. I want to help, but I can't. What is he?