₦Nezumi: Save or Take a Life P.1.₦

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₦Nezumi: Save or Take a Life P.1.₦

Holding the knife to his neck, it made him feel so good. The fear in the poor young boy's eyes just only fed him. He lowered his head down and whispered, "You know why I am doing this right?" His breathe could be felt on the boy's skin. The cold blade could be felt on his neck. His long dark layered hair covered his eyes. His lips were soft and rough as he spoke.

The other male seemed displeased with the knife to his neck and wanted him to put it. He felt Shion's hand on his. "What? You do not like this? It is not that hard to take it from me." He pulled it away, but held it so the handle was facing Shion. "Just take it." He offered Shion.

He saw the smaller male's eyebrow raise. He got to him. He bit his lower lip and saw that the male reach for the blade. He let go of the blade so Shion held it. His hand wrapped around the male's. "Tell me how does it feel?"

Shion expressed his feeling of how scary it was. He even pouted and tossed the knife away. He simply scoffed. Then he felt the male wrap his arms around his own neck. The little boy questioned why he had done it. He sighed. "I did it so you can get stronger. You are never going to get passed this if you do not fight." The males sounds of a groan had him perk an eyebrow before his felt his lips being assaulted. 'What in the world?' He did not know how to react to this.

Nazumi would be quite interested on how this small boy reacted. The boy would loosen the grip and pushed him away. He would hold his ground even after the hostility between the two. He heard how he wanted to do it himself. "You can try to do it your way, but either way, you need to fend for yourself. I am simply trying to help without you trying to actually kill yourself." He saw how set Shion was. "I guess there is no changing your mind?"

The male watched the silent boy and was appalled by his smile. 'That kid did not know what he wanted.' He watched as he sighed and changed his mind now asking for help to become stronger. Then his eyes diverted. These actions would make the male curious. He walked over to where the knife was. He picked it up and observed the knife before putting it away. "What changed your mind?"

The boy answered with precision that it was his strength that did it. He looked at the boy that was now on the couch. He did not seem so convinced. He shrugged his shoulders and noticed him look away. He slowly approached the male. He was rambunctious. He leaned his rear on the arm rest unsure if the male wanted him next to him. "You say my strength is what changed your mind. Do you want to see my strength?"

Nazumi chuckled when Shion commented to how he used the knife. 'Smart boy.' He wanted to play with Shion some more. He decided to scoot and accidently sit next to him on the couch. "Damn...I fell of the armrest. This couch is slippery." He remarked as he glanced over to the male respectively. Little Shion mentioned his skills of survival and he smirked in response. He simply spoke. "Survival is needed when you are alone. You have to know that Shion." He said this in a low voice forcing the male to come closer to hear.

The male noticed how the other male shivered. 'Was he afraid of me or this knife?' When the small boy asked what he was doing. Nazumi would try something with the boy. He explained further. "There is always something out to get you. You must be willing to take it all. If I were to strike you, what would you do?"

Smirking at the reaction, Nazumi was impressed by what Shion would do. Shion said he would hit him back. He was impressed by him. Nazumi would push up and he asked the male leaning over. "Would you hit me now?" His face hovered over Shion as he saw the smaller male shiver.

Nazumi watched Shion closed his eyes and threw a punch towards his chest. Of course, Nazumi got up fast from it. This time he ran his fingers up the male's chest. He felt that the boy needed more training and would get it in time. "Why do you close your eyes, Shion?" He spoke in a low whisper only the boy can hear.

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