Fire and Ice (Blaze Seto x reader x Ice Seto)

Chapter Seventeen

Y/n pov

I laid there, with red eyes from crying, and shaking from the hours of torment. I was covered in sweat, blood, and.... and something else. This wasn't any pain I've ever felt, no, this was... this was true pain. Deep gashes littered my body, blood gushing out. Tears streaked my dirty face, and my throat was raw from screaming. This wasn't the first time this happened, of course, but I didn't remember what happened. This time, however, I remembered everything, I could feel everything, I could see it. Suddenly, I was shoved off the bed, landing on the wounds. I let out a silent scream, not that anything came out, nothing but air. "Dogs sleep on the floor." Ice hissed in a cold voice. He paused, "Actually, you smell disgusting...and you're getting blood everywhere. Take a shower, clean yourself, I don't care." Hesitating, I dragged myself, painfully, off the ground, I glanced at another door, presumably to the bathroom. Groaning softy, I picked up my tattered clothes off the ground, and I limped to the room. Again, I hesitated, glancing back at the bed, Ice was gone. Baffled, I looked around. The door was still locked, and I didn't hear anything. The bed was even made! Frowning, I opened the door, finding that I was right. It was a bathroom, and as expected, it was white. Flipping on the light, I limped in. Shutting the door, (And locking it), I glanced at the mirror. I looked terrible, red eyes, dirty skin, a cut across my face. I looked down, feeling my heart drop. How did this happen? How did this start? I found that I was staring at the small scarlet drops of blood. As I did this, tears pricked my eyes. Is this hell? Maybe I died, and this...is my punishment? I began to feel woozy, it effected my thoughts rather quickly, they began to seem completely unreal, But I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything wrong. Did I? Did running from my problems cause this? Is it because I- I shook my head, glancing at the bathtub. Turning on the water, I began thinking about how much bigger it was than anything I ever had. Wincing slightly, I stretched my hand to feel it. It was cold. It didn't matter, I turned on the shower, and 'jumped' in. The cold water washed over the wounds, it both stung, and, in a way, made it feel better. Ike a pleasant numbness. carefully, I washed away the blood and dirt. After I was clean, I got out, pulling off a towel from a rack. carefully drying by body, and the wounds, I wrapped it around my body. I examined my clothes, they were filthy. I can't wear those... I thought, picking them up, and tossing them in the sink. The best thing I can do is wash them. And I did, scrubbing them until they were acceptable, then wringing them out the best I could. Slipping them on, I noted how cold I would be, since it was already cold in the god forsaken place. I looked in the mirror, and suddenly, I snapped. Filled with hatred and anger, I punched the glass. It shattered, glass spilling onto the sink. My eyes landed on a big piece of glass, i could see my tear filled face in it. When did I start crying? The rage melted into despair, and I picked it up. With a small cry, I slammed it into my chest. 

3rd person -Before the reader went into the bathroom, when Ice left- (I don't like doing first person for him, serreh.)

Ice crossed the house, filled with emotions. He didn't understand what...what he felt, so he simply ran away. Like a filthy child. He thought scornfully, finally sitting down in an overstuffed red chair. It was a splash of color in a blank room. Ice felt different emotions, old ones, and new ones. He felt anger, and hatred. But...not to the girl. He told himself otherwise, but he knew he did. He felt something else, sadness. Because of what? Hurting her? No, impossible. He didn't care. He never cared, and he never will care. Ice also felt regret, a small spark of it at the pit of his cold, black heart. He chose to ignore that feeling. And...there was a new thing...something he never felt. It was familiar, somehow, a long time ago, he felt it But when? Where? How? Lust? No, he knew that one. His thoughts traveled back to the previous event, and suddenly, the feeling of regret grew. Ice pushed it down, hissing to himself. Suddenly, a small voice popped in his head, an idea, a thought. 
Love. 

He was feeling love. This isn't love, he thought, love doesn't exist. It's just a made up word humans created to get other humans, to not feel alone. It's not real. The more he told himself, the more he doubted his words. Could it be possible? Could he be feeling this love for this girl? This weak, mundane human? She's just like any other human, what makes her different? A sudden, quiet, sound echoed through the empty house. The sound of glass shattering. He growled, all the emotions melting away, until he felt nothing. That stupid girl... He stood up, stalking through the room. Ice went from one side of the house without realizing it. frowning, he started to move, at a calm pace. He made it through two rooms before he heard a small thump, he almost missed it, but it was there. Ice chose to ignore it.
Pushing the bedroom door open (It didn't matter if it was locked or not, everything would do whatever he wanted in this house), not pausing on his way to the bathroom. He easily opened the door, and stopped in his tracks. Horror flooded into his body (A new feeling), he covered his mouth, staring at the mess in front of him. Y/n was sprawled on the floor, laying in a pool of blood, a piece of glass in her chest. She wasn't moving.