I was in a part of the city I didn't recognise under the cover of night. There were no distinguishable features, no shops, no billboards, not much of anything other than some rundown buildings and a few streetlamps. I stopped my aimless wandering, and that's when it all hit me at once. I fell to my knees, the image of Keigo in someone else's arms, doing that with someone else with no remorse, filled my mind. I couldn't stop thinking about it. My body doubled over as I let out an animalistic scream, the tears I had saved up all rushing out at once and soaking the ground in seconds. Countless wails escaped my lungs until my throat became raw.
"Well, well, well, what's a little mouse like you doing in this part of the city?" A gravelly voice echoed in the shadows. I froze, still hunched over on the floor.
Slow, purposeful steps came towards me. I didn't look up. "If you're going to kill me, do it, I don't care anymore," my voice was steady, focused. A low, guttural laugh came from the man who was stood inches from my head. Leather creaked as he came to a crouch. "Kill you? I wouldn't do that, little mouse. I was simply investigating the origin of that impressive scream," his voice was so close I could feel the heat of his breath on the back of my neck. I tried hard to suppress a shudder, then slowly pushed myself up from the cold concrete.
Oh...shit.
I was staring directly into beautifully blue eyes. However, those eyes belonged to an extremely dangerous person. He smirked as he witnessed an array of emotions cross my face; fear, intrigue, heartbreak...excitement? My mouth opened and closed several times, each failing to form words.
"What's wrong, little mouse, cat got your tongue?"
That deep voice kicked me out of my stupor and I rapidly pushed myself away as far as I could. "Y-you-you're from the-the league of v-v-v-villains," (shit what was his name??) the fear I felt echoed in my voice, as I stared wide-eyed at him, unwavering in his crouch. His smirk disappeared as he stared at me, not making any comment on my statement. In the minimal lighting he almost looked concerned. I blinked several times; sure the shadow of a furrowed brow was just my imagination. He stood and I scrabbled away as far as I could, until my back hit a wall.
Ah, fuck.
My arms flailed either side of me, trying to feel for an escape without taking my eyes off of the villain. Just as I thought I'd found an escape route it was suddenly lit up in blue flames. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, little mouse," I had taken my eyes off him for a split second when the fire ignited, yet he had managed to get mere centimetres from my face. I instinctively thrashed out at him, but he caught both of my wrists in one of his large hands. We stayed like that for a few moments, staring into each other's eyes, until he broke contact to look as my bound hands. Gently, he let one go, but kept hold of the other, bringing it closer to his face to examine it.
"What happened to you?" He muttered under his breath, seeming genuinely concerned as he surveyed the rest of my body. Since I had been running blind on adrenaline, I hadn't noticed the state that I was in. Both hands were covered in blood – some fresh, some dried - along with my right leg, my feet were now sock-less and, consequently, red raw from running. Shards of glass shimmered along my hands and legs in the dim street lighting, making me look somewhat ethereal. Pain flooded through me; from the glass, my scraped feet, my heart. My numbness had fully dissipated, and my eyes welled with fresh, silent tears. I must have been sat there for a while, just staring at my wounds, wordlessly.
"Hey...hey!" His voice was firm yet gentle, and he lightly tugged at the arm he still had a grip on, "let's get you cleaned up, yeah?" I stared at him, mouth ajar slightly in disbelief but no words came to surface, I just nodded slowly. Instead of pulling me to my feet, his arms wrapped around my waist and under my legs, lifting me with ease.
What the fuck was happening?!?!?
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Are You Mine? - A Cheating Hawks story
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