Predator [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter Fourteen

Warning! There is violence mentioned in this chapter. If you are not fond of violent scenes please feel free to skip this chapter. You have been warned.

~Point of View: 1st~
~Character: (F. Name) (L. Name)~
~Location: On a bus~

Okay, so I messed up. I made a mistake. I don't need Akashi to keep snapping at me about it though. I think bitterly. I replay the last twenty minutes in my head.

~☆~

After some time of sitting on the bus in silence, I feel my phone vibrate. I don't pick it up or even really acknowledge it. However Akashi does. "You're phone has been going off a lot lately. Who's texting you?"

I should've taken that as my warning sign. The calm, sweet Akashi was starting to vanish, and his demanding, possessive side was resurfacing. However I decided to ignore the sign, huge mistake on my part. Instead I say, "probably nobody."

"It's Kuroko isn't it," he says as more of a statement than a question. I shrug and lift my head from his shoulder, vaugely noting that his grip around my shoulders is tightening.

"Could be. Good possibility. But it doesn't matter," I say as nonchalantly as I can. Akashi decides he isn't going to settle with my reply.

"Show my your phone." I stare at him. Wondering what suddenly possessed him to be so blunt.

"Huh? Why?" I ask a little sharper than I mean to. The red heads grip drastically tightens within the next two heartbeats, and I hiss as his nails digs through my clothes as dent the skin in my left bicep. I can only hope his nails won't pierce though my skin.

"Just give me your phone."

I don't what took me over, but suddenly I felt fearless. "You can't unlock it without the password. And you don't know what the password is," I hiss. I don't know if my mood swings are still in effect or if Akashi just managed to piss me off.

Apparently my word choice was terrible. Since it was dark and almost no one was on the bus --save the bus driver who is focusing on driving -- Akashi removes his arm from around my shoulders, and shoves me against the wall.

As the street lights from outside flick through the bus windows every now and then, they periodically light up Seijuro's face, showing the blazing, angry fire within his two different colored eyes. Yet when the lights vanishes from the window it casts his face in absolute shadows, but I can't seem to unsee his blazing eyes.

"Sei-Seijuro-kun?" I ask softly, a feeling of terror flooding me. Akashi only digs his nails into my shoulders, easily breaking my sensitive skin under his painful hold. I bite my tongue to hold back a whimper. I didn't miss this when I left him. I would almost prefer the verbal abuse compared to this.

"Don't think about talking back to me," he snarls softly as if not to alert the driver, or any of the other passengers that are sitting further back on the bus. "I thought I had you trained well enough (L. Name). Looks like I'll have to retrain you."