Captivated (Twelve and Thirteen)
Twelve
I’m sorry
Aiba is shaking on the floor, his hands pressed to his face in a desperate attempt to stop his tears.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He keeps on repeating as Jun is in daze and Toma looks at Jun with a blank, lost look.
Toma drops to the floor, kneeling beside the hysterical Aiba and gently lifts his head from the floor, “I forgive you.” He says with a kind smile but Aiba only cries harder.
And Jun is suddenly angry, can’t shake off the feeling that it’s all an act. He pushes Toma away from Aiba and grabs his collar, a deadly fire glinting in his eyes as he lifts his fist and punches Aiba square in the face.
There is a sickening crunch of a nose breaking. Aiba falls back on to the floor, splattering blood.
He stops crying.
Thirteen
“You don’t have to do this anymore.” Jun grabs the prettier, sexier attire Toma was about to change into and throws it to a corner of the room.
“It would be nice if that were true.” Toma’s smile borders mockery.
“No, nothing binds you! You don’t need to go to him.” Jun bodily blocks the path towards the discarded clothes.
“You’re right, there’s no obligation anymore.” Toma’s voice chokes a little but his lips purse in an attempt to remain nonchalant, “There wasn’t any for a long time. But fact is until the deal is signed and the ‘payment’ transferred I’m still in your Shachou’s custody and if I don’t go to him when he calls it’ll cause unpleasant and highly unnecessary commotion so just let it be Jun.”
“What if I say I can’t and won’t!” Jun’s control frays and he’s shouting, he’s so angry, so devastated and he shakes Toma by the shoulder
“What are you going to do?” Toma snorts, looking straight up at Jun, “Save me?” He pushes at Jun’s chest and the latter is so stunned, he falls to the floor.
Toma picks up the clothes and crouches beside him, “What could you possibly want to do for a used up sex doll?”
A/N: For Cam and Yuki. I realize that its vague and its that way on purpose.
I’m sorry
Aiba is shaking on the floor, his hands pressed to his face in a desperate attempt to stop his tears.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
He keeps on repeating as Jun is in daze and Toma looks at Jun with a blank, lost look.
Toma drops to the floor, kneeling beside the hysterical Aiba and gently lifts his head from the floor, “I forgive you.” He says with a kind smile but Aiba only cries harder.
And Jun is suddenly angry, can’t shake off the feeling that it’s all an act. He pushes Toma away from Aiba and grabs his collar, a deadly fire glinting in his eyes as he lifts his fist and punches Aiba square in the face.
There is a sickening crunch of a nose breaking. Aiba falls back on to the floor, splattering blood.
He stops crying.
Thirteen
“You don’t have to do this anymore.” Jun grabs the prettier, sexier attire Toma was about to change into and throws it to a corner of the room.
“It would be nice if that were true.” Toma’s smile borders mockery.
“No, nothing binds you! You don’t need to go to him.” Jun bodily blocks the path towards the discarded clothes.
“You’re right, there’s no obligation anymore.” Toma’s voice chokes a little but his lips purse in an attempt to remain nonchalant, “There wasn’t any for a long time. But fact is until the deal is signed and the ‘payment’ transferred I’m still in your Shachou’s custody and if I don’t go to him when he calls it’ll cause unpleasant and highly unnecessary commotion so just let it be Jun.”
“What if I say I can’t and won’t!” Jun’s control frays and he’s shouting, he’s so angry, so devastated and he shakes Toma by the shoulder
“What are you going to do?” Toma snorts, looking straight up at Jun, “Save me?” He pushes at Jun’s chest and the latter is so stunned, he falls to the floor.
Toma picks up the clothes and crouches beside him, “What could you possibly want to do for a used up sex doll?”
A/N: For Cam and Yuki. I realize that its vague and its that way on purpose.