The Badass Asian

Sacrifice

Li's P.O.V

I shut the door behind Charlie, refusing to look at my friends in the eyes, and locked it. 

I looked at Actaeon - or as Charles call him, Arctic. "You know what's going to happen right?" I murmured sadly. My heart wrecked with pain. The walls and defenses had finally been taken down over all these years of holding them back.

"Mmm, maybe," he cocked his head and gave me a mischievous grin. How dare he! "I could never tell with you."

"Can you shut off the alarms?!" I demanded, ignoring him. "It's so goddamn loud!"

"Sure." He walked over to a control box, opened it, typed in a code, and shut it off. He also commanded his troops to fall back and wait. I was a little disappointed and angry at that. If he knew what I was going to do, why would he do that? They'll... I heaved a century's worth of sigh.

"By the way, that dude said he loved you. You're not going to say anything about it?" Actaeon raised an eyebrow, a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Why should I?" I rolled my eyes, my heart aching a bit. But I refused to open my heart.

I took Actaeon's hand in mine, knowing it's the best way to keep him from pulling away. His hands move to intertwine fingers and to have a stronger grip on me. I decided not to say anything as I pulled him deep into the dungeons.

I approached the heart of this fortress: his room.

Pulling him down next to me on the bed, I cuddled against him, smiling softly, and sadly at his chest.

"I love you, you know that?" Actaeon nuzzled the top of my head gently, as if I'm a fragile egg, ready to break. And I am.

"I know. And you know what?" I turned my chin up to stare at him.

"Yes?" His voice was a mere breeze, cascading over my cheek.

"No matter how much I try, I can't stop myself from loving you, even after what you did to me." Tears welled up in my eyes from the memories and the pain that comes with it.

"...I know." Actaeon planted a kiss on my forehead before staring into my eyes. His orbs, which could be seen as blood red, is now a sparkly, love struck, mellow red with little specks of gold. I sighed against his lips.

I placed my lips on his, baring my heart to him - and only him - one last time, tasting of salt.

Right before the fire engulfed us, I felt his lips curl into a smile as he kissed back.

Congratulations. I give up. 

You win.