Be bad for me. [Seijuro Akashi.]

Chapter eleven

mimi's pov~

"Ayumi," Ryouta's calm voice interrupted my train of thoughts.

"Call me Sazuki, Mimi, or Aye please." I requested, closing my eyes. This blonde boy is awfully kind and beautiful, until I came to the realisation that he was the one that broke my best friend's heart.

"Ryouta, with Tora, what exactly happened?" I asked, cutting whatever he was going to ask me.

"She couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't do it anymore. Our personality clashed like waves and sand, we just didn't mix." He muttered, looking ahead of the road as his hand rested rested on the steering wheel.

Waves and sand, absolutely beautiful.

"What are you saying? Tora and you both have beautiful bubbly and chirpy persona's you guys are disgustingly cute together!" I strongly protested, but quickly after that I regretted those words. His normal resting face turned into a scowl, he glanced at me, parked his car near the side of the road, and opened the door.

"Out." He ordered in a harsh tone, I store into his golden orbs and sighed.

"Hurry up," he demanded, as a few people shot us some stares.

Quickly, an awkward silence filled the air. I bowed my head down and acknowledged the roaring noises of the cars passing by us.

"Just shut up about Tora okay?" He pleaded, before closing the door and returning to his usual seat inside his car. His voice cracked and a few tears rolled down his eyes. "I love her, but we are the sun and the moon, we fight over dominance, and at the end of the day, one of us dies." He explained, I suddenly felt a shot of guilt right at my heart.

"Ryota." I whispered, brushing my fingers through his silky blonde hair.

"Mimi, be my girlfriend." He ordered, wrapping an arm around my waist. I felt my heart stop for a quick brief moment. No. I refuse.

Kise Ryota, this guy that took away my memory, and replaced them with fresh new ones, a guy that I met for literally two days is asking me out. This idiot blondie can be mine right now, I can do whatever I please with him, how awfully vulnerable.

"Okay." I whispered into his ear, planting a soft kiss onto his cheek.

I didn't like how this was turning out. I feel like as if I'm sinning, but I don't know why. I feel guilty, but I shouldn't, because Akashi and I weren't together.

third person pov

Ayumi walked home.

After not coming home for a few days, she lazily walked up the haul of stairs, and slumped herself onto her soft bed. Her eyelids felt heavy. Glass being smashed onto the floor filled her ears, she sat bolt upright, and sprinted down the stairs, and there a horrific sight filled her eyes. A sight that no teenage girl wants to see.

"Dad?" She mumbled. Expensive plates and ornaments were scattered all over the floor, smashed and broken, like the man's heart.

He smashed another rich ornament onto the floor and sat down, breaking more pieces smashing them into walls, and the floor. He stood up again, and walked to a family portrait, their family took a few years ago. It was beautiful, all types of flowers in the background, Tulips, sunflowers and more, with smiles on each one of there faces. His eyes widened and he ripped the frame off the wall. He smashed it onto the floor whlist stepping on the perfect picture. It quickly reacted by crinkling itself up.

"Dad." Ayumi stated, looking at her troubled father.

"Dad!" She screamed, digging her nails into the railway. White knuckled, she stoof terrified.