Antagonist | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 15

Hajime's Third Person P.O.V.

The pain was agonizing. It shredded Hajime's heart into pieces.

It was unbearable.

And as quickly as it had come, the darkness disappeared, leaving a blinding light in its wake.

His mind was sluggish. Wasn't he back at Hope's Peak just a few minutes ago? How'd he get back here?

"Do you like your little dream?" A girl smirked from outside the bars.

He forgot who she was. Where had he seen her before? Everything was cloudy in his brain.

"How's Ko?" Was all he could mutter. Ths words fell from his lips in a breathless voice.

"Oh, your friend is well taken care of. As long as you stay here as my captive, I'll provide him with as much medicine as he needs. So think carefully about escaping. If you do so, I can cut off the medicine funds for your albino friend," She shrugged.

His pile of despair grew even larger.

She noticed the concern growing on his face.

"Don't worry, though. He won't feel your pain." She assured him.

"As I always say, 'Don't help others when you can't even help yourself.' by Celeste Ludenburg."

So that was the girl's name. He felt too hazy to even remember it. He really wanted to ask her how she knew about him and Ko, but his throat was dry, so he couldn't say anything else.

"You still haven't broken yet? Tch. Such a stubborn young man. Well then, let's see if you can handle this."

She drew out a purple leathered book.
Then Hajime realized. He had forgotten that he had taken the book when he went out to look for the medicine since he didn't trust Mikan at his house with it.

What was she going to do with it?

A ball of pain began to form in Hajime's stomach.

Celeste was trying to pry open the leathered book with her fingers.

"Ah, I see. He did tell me that this would happen. But I do wonder what would happen if I did this...." She grinned menacingly.

Her skinny fingers slowly tried to pull the book covers apart even more.

The ball of pain that the brunet had felt earlier increased little by little for every attempt Celeste tried to open the book.

All of a sudden, the raven-haired girl applied all her strength onto the book covers. The book still did not open, but Celeste continued to apply pressure onto the covers. Her gaze slid to the boy.

All Hajime felt was pain. Pain, pain, and more hot white pain. The torture crippled his body, not stopping even for a break.
Celeste released the force applied onto the book, smirking at the brunet's contorted face.

"Let's experiment more shall we?" She looked at Hajime.

As quick and nimble as a rat, she pulled out a dagger, its blade gleaming at the tip in the dim lights.

Hajime knew what was coming next, but his body wasn't prepared for it.

Celeste swiftly stabbed the front cover of the leather-bound book and watched with no emotion as Hajime struggled in pain.
Struggled wasn't the proper way of describing how Hajime felt.

He was practically enveloped in it. 

There was so much agony, he had to yell to release some of the pain that writhed in his body. He harshly bit his lower lip, drawing blood.

This was pure torture. He could not do anything against it.

Celeste slowly took the knife out, exaggerating the movement to make the brunet suffer even more.

She smiled as the tip of the blade rose out of the cover.

The pain in Hajime started ebbing away slowly, becoming a throbbing pain balled up in his stomach.

If he couldn't handle this pain, then how was he going to survive until someone found him?

He laughed at the thought of someone coming to save him. To be honest, he DIDN'T want to be saved.

He had no idea if Ko was recovering or not, so he couldn't take the risk of someone finding him before Ko's fever disappeared. It was all for his sake.

It was for Ko.

Hajime had to endure the pain for Ko. He was the only person who actually honestly cared for the brunet. No one else in his life had ever given him such warmth after his parents had died.

It's all for Ko...

Hajime's mind was swept off into a dreamless sleep.

Day 2

Hajime awoke to a masked figure standing in front of the doorway to his cell. Celeste, as usual, was sitting on a chair, casually sipping her tea.

The scent of it wafted up the brunet's nostrils. It was heavenly. It must have been at least twelve hours since he had last eaten anything.

However, he didn't have the guts to ask for food or water. That would only make him appear as weak and desperate, the opposite of what he wanted to show.

Near Celeste was a circular wheel with the words "mental" and "physical" written in black ink. The words were separated by a horizontal line going straight through the middle of the board.

Celeste noticed Hajime's confusion.

"This is your daily torture generator. I will spin it, and wherever the arrow lands on will be the type of torment you will receive that day."

What the actual- Is she serious?

Hajime knew that he had the worst of luck. This was supported when Celeste spun the wheel. It landed on physical torment.

Well, fu-

He silently cursed, his throat too parched to utter any words.

Celeste swept her right leg over her left, amusement flickering across her expression.
She placed down her cup on the plate.

"You may begin," She ordered the masked man.

Celeste propped up her head with her hand, ready to enjoy the suffering and despair that would await Hajime.

The masked man advanced towards the brunet as he tried to cower away into the tiniest ball he could create with his body. He had no such luck for the chains that were binding him were too short for him to do so.

What luck.

The man threw a gleaming dagger into Hajime's stomach, lodging it between the brunet and the wall.

Hajime's eyes widened, blood dripping out of his mouth.

He had to be strong, for Ko.

It was all for Ko.

He wouldn't let them break him, not now, not ever. He wouldn't give in to the pain or despair.

He had to be as tough as steel, not giving Celeste his screams of pain, the thing she wanted to see most.

Hajime stared up at the man standing before him, gritted his teeth, and waited for the torture to begin.