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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Fukutomi_Juichi_-_unrequited_love, Arakita_Yasutomo/
      Fukutomi_Juichi, Arakita_Yasutomo/Toudou_Jinpachi_-_fuckbuddies, Arakita
      Yasutomo/Shinkai_Hayato_-_fuckbuddies, Izumida_Touichirou/Shinkai_Hayato,
      Makishima_Yuusuke/Toudou_Jinpachi, Manami_Sangaku/Onoda_Sakamichi
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Fukutomi_Juichi, Toudou_Jinpachi, Shinkai_Hayato,
      Izumida_Touichirou, Manami_Sangaku, Onoda_Sakamichi, Everyone_in
      Yowapeda, Almost_Everyone
  Additional Tags:
      Lots_of_One-Sided_Love, Mafia_AU, Fuckbuddies, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon
      Divergence, This_is_really_dark, Bondage, BDSM, S&M, Torture, Cannibal
      Arakita, Dark_Manami, this_is_a_fucked_up_story, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs,
      Anal_Sex, Begging, Obedience, Collars, Stockholm_Syndrome, Arakita_has
      problems, Abusive_Relationship, Married_Fukutomi, He_has_a_family,
      they're_like_around_their_mid_20s, Affairs, this_is_so_fucked_up, Please
      stop_reading_this_(04/18/16), lmao_this_is_not_a_good_fic
  Series:
      Part 1 of Philosophy
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-14 Completed: 2015-02-09 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 9090
****** Kill or Get Killed ******
by Definition
Summary
     "My philosophy was kill or get killed. Stab or get stabbed. Steal or
     get stolen. But getting stolen isn't that bad."
Notes
     This is my first fic so I hope you enjoy it! My English is pretty bad
     so if any mistake, please tell me! Enjoy!
***** I met him *****
"The most recent killing was here at Lakison Park, where someone was ripped
apart with either bare hands or teeth. The heart is missing, presumed that the
murderer took the heart. 'We're barely getting our hands on the data but we
concluded it can not be an animal attack. Fingers point to the infamous mafia
gang, Hakone Gakuen, that mysteriously disappeared since the accident. By the
way the bruises are formed around the neck, he was strangled and on his back
the bruises indicated the victim was forcefully pushed onto the ground, and
fingers dug into his shirt ripping the heart right out, or so we think. We
assume this doing is by Arakita Yasutomo, the Right Hand Man of Fukutomi
Juichi, the leader of Hakone Gakuen.' Please be home be safe and avoid being
alone, and this concludes our midnight news."

"Ha?! That's all they had to say about me?" He smashed his feet onto the
ground, grunting in irritation. He grinned though, knowing that he did a good
job and he did what Fukutomi asked him to do. He turned the TV off, throwing
the remote onto the coach. He flipped his phone open, pressing the keys to
attempt asking where Fukutomi was until he heard footsteps. So on reflex, he
bounced off the coach, grabbing the knife that was set by the nearest table,
and held it tightly in his palm. 
"AH! I can't believe Maki-chan didn't want to work together!" That damned
Toudou. 
"Announce when you're coming in! Dumbass!" Arakita bit his lips, glad it wasn't
anyone else. Toudou looked at Arakita with uninterested eyes, then smirked.
"Ha? Why are you smiling, Headband!" 
"I heard what you did, good job. Fuku would be pleased with the news," Toudou
shoved his phone into his jacket, then sniffled, "So, where's the heart?" 
"What heart?" It took a while for Arakita to realize which heart Toudou was
talking about. "Wait, the missing heart that they found in the park or the back
alley?" 
"You took another one?! My god! Did you eat it already?" Toudou practically
screamed like he always did but this time it was more worried. "You know what
Fuku would do? You idiot!" 
"Yeah, I know." Arakita plopped onto the coach, tugging on his collar. His
customized collar that Fukutomi had bought for Arakita. The tags read 'Owned by
Fukutomi Juichi' and Arakita was proud of it. He didn't know why but he felt
happy that he was owned. In his past, he was a good little FBI agent. A man
that looked through evidence, marking little clues that no one else could find.
When he shot his gun, it always hit his mission. He never had a partner and
never wanted one until the accident happened. His job or his elbow? His job. He
took a bullet and since then he never could shot properly, and always miss,
hitting around the object. So what else do you do to people that have no use?
You throw them away. He wandered around the city, aimlessly wondering what he
should do now. He already had people looking for him, and plus he couldn't rely
on anyone. 'i never thought this is it.'  So on his last days of his miserable
life, he looked over the city on top of a building. Looking at the glistening
lights, the cars rushing by, and people walking in joy, laughing besides loved
ones. His mind told him to jump but his legs wouldn't move. And when it did, he
shifted closer to the edge. He didn't really care anymore, and as his leg took
a step into the air, leaning forward, but he didn't fall. The pressure built
around his wrist was tight and he looked behind in anger, and realized a man
was holding him. Arakita yelled at him, cursing, and calling him an idiot for
saving him but it seemed the stone-faced didn't care. And at the second their
eyes meet, Arakita fell in love. 
From that day on, Arakita slowing began to listen to his savior. Yes, he did
yell at him because the man's requests was so tiring but he listened like a
good dog.
"God, why is everyone pissing me off today? First, Maki-chan rejected me to
work together and kill someone, Manami forgot to skin the person so it looked
like some amateur killed them, plus Maki-chan called the police so we had to
rush out of there and didn't leave my trademark. AND YOU! You killed another
person without thinking. You know someone might of saw you or recorded you! My
god, you're an idiot." 
"I'm the idiot?! You want to work with your precious 'Maki-chan'! He's on the
other fucking team! And he told the police about you. Plus, he assassinated the
same amount of people as you! That's not good! We have a reputation to uphold!"
Arakita snapped back, grinding his teeth together. How dumb can he be?  Maybe
Arakita took it a bit far but Toudou grinned, knowing he had leverage against
Arakita. 
"By the way, Fuku's wife called. She's looking for you." Arakita looked
shocked. Sure, he knew Fukutomi was married, as the best man of the wedding,
but why was his wife looking for him? Wait, did she figure out the affair that
was going on between him and Fuku? 'No way.' He thought, biting his lower lip.
'I'm sure I was careful. Plus she doesn't even know Fukutomi's real job after
10 years. But then again, we did had sex on their wedding day. Damn.' 
"Eh? Why?" He acted like he wasn't scared, but truthfully, his heart was
pounding and the sweat was slowly building up. 
"I don't know and I could careless. So if you would excuse me, I-"
"Toudou, let's fuck."
"Ha?! Why now?" This wasn't rare. Arakita asked Toudou for sex and vise versa.
Toudou looked at Arakita, but shrugged. "Fine, but I top."
===============================================================================
 
"F-fuku-chan," Arakita moaned into the pillow. His arms were grabbing onto the
sheets, curling his fists.
"M-maki-chan," This is what they meant by friends with benefits. Of course they
can actually get the real thing but it seemed easier for two friends to do it
in a matter of seconds. Toudou started to slow down his thrusts, groaning while
repetitively muttering Makishima's name.
"OI! DON'T SLOW DOWN. I'M STILL HARD." Toudou grunted, but sped up anyways.
Arakita was never really a moaner to start with. He groaned here and there but
never yelled or screamed. But only with Fukutomi. When he's with Fukutomi, he
screams. Fukutomi was never gentle like Toudou was, and that's why Arakita
liked it. He hates the anticipation when he has to wait for it so he likes it
long but rough. Sometimes he likes the torture of waiting. He loves how
Fukutomi's large fingers open him, and the way it doesn't always fit. Arakita
closed his eyes, imagining it was Fuku-chan but that didn't work. Toudou was
too gentle. He liked it slow and pleasureful while Arakita wanted it quick when
they're fucking. Toudou was better at imagining the way Makishima was bent over
and was in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts. And when Toudou was at him
limit, Arakita pushed himself out.
"Hey! I was close!"
"And do you think I give a fuck?" Arakita picked himself while the mattress
under him was pressed, creating a creaking sound.
"You're such a boner killer!"
"Well, you're not rough like Fuku-chan!"
"And you're not as fuckable as Maki-chan!" The two were practically banging
heads together, gritting their teeth in anger. Silence filled the room until a
ring of a phone buzzed through the suite.
Bzzt.
Arakita and Toudou threw themselves out of the bed, searching for their phones,
while throwing their clothes to look for that piece of technology. And as
Arakita found his, there was no message. What did he expected? That Fuku-chan
was done with his job and was coming to the suite? No way. Fukutomi did tell
him that his trip would take a couple of days but he need to be fucked. Badly.
Arakita nearly bought himself a plane ticket for a fuck but was pulled back by
Shinkai. Argh, he needed it though. Meanwhile when Toudou found his phone, he
realized it wasn't his. Then again, what did he expect? A love confession from
Makishima? Oh course not. If it was confessions, Toudou tried like a million
times and never succeeded so what was difference?
"God damnit!" Arakita threw his phone onto the floor, causing his phone to
bounce of the carpet floor. He tugged onto his collar, wanting Fukutomi's touch
but clearly wasn't going to happen anytime soon. He pushed himself off the
floor, picking his pathetic little self of the floor. The buzzing noise was
coming from somewhere, so where the hell was it? Arakita walked out of the room
to see that little brat lying his (he claimed it as 'his territory') coach,
texting. 
"Hey, oddball! Why are on my coach!?" 
"Oh! Sorry, Arakita-san! We keep moving around so I kept forgetting who's coach
is who's! It really hard to keep track of how many coaches we have!" 
"Oi, Manami! I'm still mad at you for the mission earlier!" 
"Oh, sorry Toudou-san, I accidentally fell asleep! But can I ask something?"
"What?!"
"Why are the two of you half naked?" Arakita looked down, with eyes looking not
amused. Ah, yeah. Clothes. 
"Oh, we fucked." Arakita half-hearty said, yawning as he scratched his head. 
"Is that so." Bzzt. 
"Who are you talking too?!" At this point, Arakita was a bit pissed. He jumped
off his bed to see if he got a text message but the little brat got it. 
"Me? Oh, I'm talking to Sakamichi-kun," Manami smiled but covered it with his
phone. He giggled a bit, as he flipped it open and read the text. 
"What is wrong with this team? Our two assassins are in love with Sohoku's
assassins. What. The. Fuck. Guys." He made sure to emphasize each word with a
snarl and a pissed voice. 
"Sakamichi's too cute." Manami didn't look up and still looked into his little
screen. Manami's cheecks blossomed a light pink as he huffed out a sign.
Arakita was still mad though. He's the only one here that can walk up to his
lover and ask for a fuck.
"Makishima is too perfect," Toudou interjected, as he reached down and grabbed
a random shirt that he found on the ground and began to put it on. It smells
like Shinkai, Toudou noted. "Maki-chan has a perfect body! Too perfect," Toudou
muttered under his breath. Maybe Toudou has another boner. What an idiot. 
"Argh, I don't want to be here anymore! I'm going to Fuku-chan's wife. I wonder
that she wants..." 
"Hahahahahahahaha! Imagine if she figure out your affair with Fuku!" Toudou
laughed, hitting Manami's back. 
"That's the least of my problems." 
***** Origins *****
Chapter Summary
     Did I fuck up?
Chapter Notes
     Ahh, backstory on how Fuku and Arakita became fuckbuddies. Hope you
     enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
"Amaiko, I love you like a sister but you have to calm down." Arakita grabbed
onto Amaiko's shoulder. Her eyes looked into Arakita's with calmer eyes but
still looked as if she was going to get a heart attack.
"You're right. I have to calm down." Amaiko sat down, grabbing onto her wedding
dress. "I just can't imagine it, my god." She kept babbling about her wedding
day, ignoring whatever Arakita was doing because they trusted each other so
much.
'Just maybe.' He slid his knife through his sleeve into his hand, 'Just one
cut.' He approached the woman, eyes blazed with anger, attempting to kill her.
'It'll be for the best," he told himself, 'It's for us,' 
"Arakita, I'm so glad you approve!" Arakita flinched, causing himself to stop
everything. He couldn't kill her. Even if his love of his life would be claimed
forever. "I know you always loved Fuku-chan but this is the best day of my
life!" Those words hit him hard. 'She knew? Then who else knew? Please tell me
Fuku-chan doesn't know.'
"Y-yeah," Arakita switched the knife with the comb from the table, walking
towards her, then began to brush her raven hair. It was already soft but it is
her big day. She smiled, and Arakita knew. She was perfect. Arakita always knew
that no one was good enough for Fukutomi but Amaiko. She passed through every
test that Arakita set for her. Then he realized. He grabbed onto the chair with
a sturdy grip, and his world was spinning. His world was muffled. Words that
came of her mouth was like daggers stabbing him, and the more she talked about
him, the more he wanted to scream. 'I'm not needed, I'm I?' Arakita's arms were
weak, he was weak. Every little detail about him was weak. Physically, he could
pass a test but mentally, he was completely broken. 
"Yasutomo," she stood up looking at him, with actually care in her eyes. He
wanted to stab it. He wanted to gorge her eyes, stabbing it until she was blind
but couldn't. "Juichi wanted me to tell you that you are free." 
Arakita's world fell apart completely. 'I'm free? Free from what? I was free
from the moment I met you, Fuku-chan!'
"W-what do you mean?"
"He says, 'Arakita was a part of my life but I detached him from my future,'
which I thought was stupid," but she still continued, "'I trained him from the
bottom but it seems that he's too dependent on me, so I want to set him free."
"FuKU-cHAn!" Arakita hollered. He didn't care who listened or who told him to
stop. 'FREE ME? PLEASE, NOT A CHANCE!' He grabbed the knife that was placed on
the table, then spirited out of her room. "
"Arakita!"
===============================================================================
 
Room 1.
He could see red. Blood was rushing through his body, filling his head with
murderous thoughts. And that's when he busted in. Sure, his shoulder might be
broken now, but did he care? Nope, the only thing he cared was revenge. Revenge
for having an one-sided relationship this whole time.
When he busted in, he saw Fukutomi sitting on his bed, waiting for the
announcement of meet in the aisle. The door bursting open took Fukutomi by
surprise but Arakita jumping on him was more surprising. This was Arakita's
revenge. He tackled him but as always, Fukutomi was still stronger than him.
Arakita had the leverage at first, with the knife in his hands and the surprise
of the door busting in but Fukutomi managed to grab his wrist and twisting it.
It just happened in matters of seconds. Fukutomi was on top of Arakita, with
wrist bounded by Fukutomi's large hands. The knife was thrown somewhere, which
was Arakita's biggest advantage and what a failure that was. Arakita thrashed
about, cursing incoherent words. "DAmN IT!" was repeated several times and once
Arakita calm down, he closed his eyes shut, unable to look at Fukutomi's eyes.
"Arakita?! What's wrong with you!" This was the first time Fukutomi looked mad.
Sure, Arakita did stupid things but this was pure anger. And as the words
busted through the room, Arakita began to whimper. But then he remembered what
Amaiko said.
"ME? WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Arakita's eyes
opened, eyes narrowing then looked at Fukutomi's. And that's when he regretted
everything. His mouth wanted to retort back, his voice was stuck. 'God damnit!'
The way he was being manhandled was actually turning him on. 'What the fuck is
wrong with me'. Fukutomi could probably feel it. The budge against his inner
thighs. Arakita's face lit up in a bright red, but Fukutomi's still stayed
angry.
"Answer me." And at that, Arakita moaned. He couldn't help it, but once he did,
he immediately regretted it. Then Fukutomi looked at what was in front of him.
A man, whimpering and moaning underneath you. Hair ruffled, with full-blown
eyes that was filled with lust. Saliva formed, sliding across his face. His
suit was now creased with lines, and Fukutomi could feel Arakita's boner. He
tried to ignore it but how?
"F-fuku-chan," He moaned his name like if they were going to fuck. This is so
misleading. "Fuku-chan, fuck me."
Fukutomi's eyes widened. Why? Was this a trick? Was this a test that was sent
from his future wife?
"Ahh," Arakita began to hump Fukutomi's thighs, trying to relief himself,
"Ngh,"
"Arakita."
"I don't want to stop though."
"Arakita-"
"Fuku-chan, let me give you a blowjob then," Arakita stopped everything, then
looked into his eyes. "Come on, it'll be quick."
Then that settled it. When Fukutomi said yes, Arakita bounced out of bed,
closing the door and blocking it with a chair, and closed the shutters. It was
dark but this was one-sided.
"It's okay, Fuku-chan. You can call her name instead of mine," Fukutomi
couldn't see Arakita's face but it sounded like he was going to cry.
Arakita bent down to Fukutomi's crotch, then unzipped it with his mouth. It was
slow, yes but it was foreplay. Once it was unzipped, he pressed his mouth
against the fabric of his underwear. Fukutomi grunted a bit but Arakita didn't
make a sound. He just pressed his lips against the budge, wetting the cotton.
It grew harder, and that's when Arakita went to work. He pulled Fukutomi's
underwear that revealed his cock stiff as a rock. He didn't start by the tip
and slowly make his way down but instead, he shoved it all in his mouth.
"A-Arakita," Fukutomi bit his inner lip, grabbing onto Arakita's hair, ruffling
it around. And once Fukutomi moaned his name, Arakita also responded. He went
faster, working his way up and down, sucking off pleasurable parts. It was like
this for a couple more seconds until Fukutomi yanked Arakita's hair, causing
him to come all over Arakita's face. Fukutomi's eyes adjusted to the dark and
once he saw Arakita, he wished he never pulled his hair. Arakita... His face
was full of his cum, and his tongue was still wet with saliva. Eyes were
droopy, and his hair was out of place. And that's when Fukutomi made the
biggest mistake of his life.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     It's three in the morning so there'll be shit load of grammer
     mistakes. please tell me if there's any mistakes in general.
     plus i suck at sex scenes so sorry
***** It's Nothing Big *****
Chapter Summary
     "Missions, everyday missions. Missions, missions! ARGH! It's so
     annoying!"
Chapter Notes
     Back to present time and I hope I can get this moving.
     A short chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
     "Report on the missing limbs on-"
     "A body was found in-"
     "Heart missing from the victim-"
     "Targets are middle-aged blond men-"
 
"Hmph, I better reward him for his job well done."
===============================================================================
"Another mission?!" Arakita slammed his Bepsi onto the glass table during
dinner. "How many missions do we have in a week?!"
"Juichi said, 'I'm sure Arakita can handle it.'" And that immediately shut
Arakita up. He wasn't the type to be flustered by people complimenting him but
only when Fukutomi said something like that.
"Fuku!" Without anyone's knowledge, Toudou opened his phone and called
Fukutomi. Everyone dropped their food because Fukutomi told them, in details,
repeating 'Don't call me' about a million times and there was Toudou, calling
him like a fucking idiot he was. "FUKU! I can't believe you!" 
"Can't believe what?" Toudou was speechless. He thought Fukutomi wouldn't
answer or even pick up but there he was, talking to Toudou. 
"TOUDOU! YOU IDIOT!" Arakita practically leaned over, attempting to snatch his
phone away from him. Toudou blocked it with throwing his hand onto Arakita's
face, so there was an arm-length distance between them. "GUD FUCKUNG DUMNUT!
TPHDOU!" 
"FUKU! You have to stop pushing us so much! We killed like 4 people in the past
2 days! And it wasn't easy!!" 
"Well, I suppose. I guess I'm come to help you." Beep.
...

"Toudou! What the hell did you do!" Arakita sat back down, causing the chair to
tilt back but he held it down from falling.
"I don't know...."
"Toudou-san." Izumida stood up. "I think what you did was a little out of
line."
"AH! This is MY fault?!" Toudou threw his arms about in the air, yelling. 
"Who's fault is it then?" Manami crossed his arms, leaning back.
"Arakita's!" Toudou did his little dramatic pose, pointing his finger at
Arakita who looked madder than usual.
"ME?! YOU LITTLE SHIT, HOW THE FUCK IS IT MY FAULT?!" 
"Yasutomo, we're at a dinner table."
"Do you think I give a flying fuck?! This idiot is blaming me!" Arakita tossed
his empty Bepsi bottle at Toudou which was caught by him in the end.
"This is going nowhere." Toudou twirled his hair around his finger like always,
then sat down crossing his legs. 
"And who's fault is that," Arakita mummer under his breath, and Toudou did
catch that. He stuck his tongue out like a little child, and the fire within
grew bigger.
"Well, let's see what our mission is." Shinkai texted Juichi, then immediately
got a responds. "Oh,"
"'Oh' what?" Toudou leaned in, tempting Arakita wanted to beat the living shit
out of him. 
"We've going to kidnap Juichi's child's teacher...."
"HA?!" Arakita was getting pissed by every second. Why does Fukutomi want to do
something that simple.
"Let's find out."
 
===============================================================================
 
Fukutomi pulled over in his black 2014 Chevrolet Camaro Black, rolling in the
parkway. Toudou, Manami, and Izumida was already running toward Fuku, while
Shinkai was walking behind them, waving a little 'hello gesture'. And Arakita
was still in the penthouse, looming over the window with his elbow on his knee,
staring at them. Then Fukutomi's wife exited the car. Arakita's heart began to
throb in terror. 'Fuck, I forgot to visit her!'. She smiled, waving hello to
Manami, Toudou, Izumida, and Shinkai while Fukutomi put his hands on her
shoulders. And once Arakita saw it, his eyes suddenly became uninterested. He
dropped everything from his mind, staring at Fukutomi's hands. And that's when
their eyes met. Fukutomi looked up, as Arakita looked down. They had a little
stare off, until Toudou bounced in front of Fukutomi. And that's when Arakita
hopped of the window sill, making his way toward the entrance of the house. He
looked down to his outfit to see if it was something appropriate but then
again, what is more inappropriate then 'Oh hey, I'm fucking your husband but
don't worry. It's more like I want it then him so that's perfect okay'.

He opened the door, which was a mistake on his part because Arakita despised
the sun but it wasn't 'polite' to not say hello from the entrance of the house.
He walked out barefooted, and scratching his belly and yawning. He was
slouching as always but this time, he looked sleepy for that mad or angry.
"Hey, Amaiko."
"Hello, Yasutomo."
Chapter End Notes
     My god.
***** Laugh At How Idiotic We Are! *****
Chapter Summary
     R18 for sex scene. More flashbacks.
     Bondage, BDSM, Collars, Hair Pulling, Begging, Torture, Weird Sex
     Position, Really Dark Context
Chapter Notes
     Long chapter not updating for a while!
     Risa - adopted child of Amaiyo and Fukutomi b/c Amaiyo is asexual so
     they just adopted a child. Plus Risa is bullied a lot because she's
     adopted and everyone says that Fukutomi is in the mafia (which are
     'rumors' and Fukutomi says that he got away from that life).
     I just wanted Arakita being cute with Risa. *^*
See the end of the chapter for more notes
     And there he stood. In the group, with people holding hands,
     whispering to each other how adorable the new couple look like. 
     "Will you, Fukutomi Juichi, have Mitsa Amaiko to be your wife? Will
     you love her, comfort and keep her, and forsaking all other remain
     true to her as long as you both shall live?"
     "I, Fukutomi Juichi, take thee Mitsa Amaiko, to be my wife, and
     before God and these witnesses I promise to be a faithful and true
     husband." 
     "I will." He couldn't take it anymore. As always, he stood in the
     back of the crowd, avoiding everyone for the sake of himself. His
     fists curled as he dug his nails into his palms causing blood to drip
     down. Why is my vision so blurry? Why is there water in my eye, ha!-
     "I pronounce you husband and wife!" I'm happy for you, Fuku-chan.
===============================================================================
 
"A-RA-KI-TA!" Toudou waved his hands in front of Arakita which immediately
snapped Arakita back to reality.
"Yeah, huh, what?"
"Amaiko-chan asked us if we would go and look after Risa after school and we
still haven't decided!" Toudou plopped down onto the recliner, sighing in
exasperation and distress.
"What's wrong to look after a 13 year old child?" Arakita shifted in his chair,
tilting his Bepsi can in different directions. He looked up to see Toudou's
mouth drop, eyes widened, and him tilting forward.
"WHAT?! IT'S FUKU'S CHILD. SHE'S BEING HARASSED, ACCORDING TO OUR SOURCES! HAVE
YOU HAVE NO HEART?"
"Jinpachi's right, this time-"
"Hey! What do you mean by 'this time'!" Shinkai looked at Toudou, winking then
biting into his power bar which really confused Toudou.
"Like I was saying. Risa is being harrassed by her teachers and classmates so
we kinda have to look over her."
"HA?! WHY DO WE NEED TO DO THAT?! LET FUKU DO THAT." Arakita didn't want to
admit it but this topic was extra sensitive. He always avoided the topic of
Fukutomi's family or even avoided them in general. Because a pet doesn't need
to care for others. The 'pet' only cares for their owner.
"Fuku asked us to do it!" Toudou resumed to his usual babbling but all Arakita
heard was 'blahblahblah,Fuku,blahblahblah'"
"FINE! HOLY CRAP, NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!" Arakita shot up from his chair, slamming
his Bepsi which was nearly crushed by his hand. He dug his hands into his
hoodie's pockets as he hunched over, walking up the spiral staircase, stomping
his feet like usual. The group waited in silence until they heard a loud THUMP
that indicated Arakita ramming his door, closing it until the mission was ready
to start.
"My, my. What are we going to Arakita-san. He keeps breaking the door frames,"
Izumida stood up from his chair, grabbing a rag to clean up the spilled Bepsi,
"I think Fukutomi-san should tell him to stop."
"Arakita..." Toudou glanced over his phone, staring at the screen with
hesitiation and swirling his thumb across it.
"Why are you guys making me ride my motorcycle? AND WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME WEAR
MY MISSION OUTFIT?!" Arakita wasn't ready to be thrown in this kind of
situation. He couldn't handle it. People being pushy, telling him to do this
and that and well, that delicate subject.
"Intimidation!" They, everyone in Hakone, threw Arakita into a closet until he
changed. Arakita didn't mind being in a closet, of course of his past being in
jail wasn't bad enough but he can't handle the fact that it was filled with
Fukutomi's scent.Fuck... His jackets and coats lined up with a clothes hanger,
and he couldn't resist. He bent over, then 'accidentally' stiffed. Shit, shit,
shit, shit. His breath turned sharp, his mouth opening a bit wider, and his
pants getting more needy.
"FINE! LET ME OUT!" Arakita knew he can't jack off here. He has a tendency to
masturbate with Fukutomi's clothes but when he comes, he yells. First, Arakita
thought it was nature to yell someone's name but gradually, he realized this
isn't an appropriate behavior.
The door was opened to reveal everyone else in their outfits. Toudou in his
thin coat which a high collar that popped mid-way of his face. Of course he had
belts that held two pistols and holsters that was wrapped his abdomen and one
set strapped across his chest. Shinkai with a beanie and a little cartoon
rabbit on it. Arakita never understand why Shinkai would wear what he wears
which was a leather jacket with a gigantic, flashy 4 on the back and a bunny a
bit faded out behind the number 4. While, Izumida's outfit was just a leather
sleeveless vest, that clearly showed off his biceps. And Manami was just a dark
blue hoodie with little wings on the back.
"Is it really necessary to wear mine, because you know. It's no appropriate to
13 year old."
"Too bad, you choose it, you wear it." Toudou threw Arakita's outfit at him,
which was snatched by him in a swift motion. He slammed the door, leaning
against it.
"Those idiots want me to wear this?" Arakita examined his shirt which was
pretty okay. It was just a v-neck that revealed his collarbones but what he
worn around his neck would be embarrassing. He shaked his head, removing the
image of teenagers looking at him. He put of his pants which were a pain in the
ass to wear considering it was leather and one side is long and the other was
short.Toudou, I fucking hate you for cutting theses. Because Toudou said, 'it's
hot because you have a nice ass, and plus, think of Fuku'. So he kept it like
that. Damn it, he got me.He ignored it, grabbing his shoes. He worn boots that
had laces and intricate designs that he could careless about but when he exited
out, everyone looked surprised.
"Arakita-san, you're actually going to wear it?"
"Who the hell cares, I just want to let this over with."
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"Are you sure this is the place?"
"I'm sure of it."
"Jinpachi... Last time you said that, we ended up America......"
"But it was fun!" Toudou winked, pointing his finger at Shinkai.
"This is a fucking PUBLIC school!" Arakita slammed his feet onto the wall that
read Kamiso High School, irriated that Fukutomi would send their child into a
public school.
"Let's just go." The building architecture was shaped like a U so what fun is
this going to be.
                                     * * *

"Risa! Look at that! Hot men!" Risa's friends grabbed onto her, shaking her to
motion her to see what was going on outside. She stood up looking outside, and
they weren't there.
"What are you talking about?" She rolled her eyes, then sat back down. 
"Damn! You didn't see it that's why!"
"Yeah right."
***
"Did you see them? Everyone was staring at me."
"No, they were staring at us."
"No! They were staring at me."
"They were wondering who we are."
"No! You saw that girl with the pigtails, she was staring at me!"
"Then she looked away."
"WHO THE FUCK CARES!" Arakita kicked the front door, snarling at the annoyance
of their stupid argument.
It was around 10 so it was 3 period for Risa so that would be math. They walked
about the school, opening every single door for the past 45 minutes or so.
Every single one of them had to open the door and each one of them had their
own little introduction. Shinkai opened the door casually, scanning the room
then closing it, Toudou barging through the door as he threw rose petals and
introducing himself, Izumida sliding the door open then closing it after
seconds, then Manami just opening, not even really looking, then closing it,
and there was Arakita who slammed the door, snarling then cussing 'you fuckers,
where is Fukutomi Risa?!'. They finally got the room number, and it was too
late. It was 4th period. The bell rung causing teenagers busted out of the
rooms looking at the intruders that enter their school.
Girls were taking pictures while the boys were laughing at them. They crowded
around them, asking questions, taking pictures (which Toudou posed in every
single one), then they saw her. Risa. Risa's eyes were wide open in shock to
see 4 adult men (Manami doesn't count because he's 21 and acts like a fucking 4
year old) look straight at her.
Toudou's eyes gleamed, barging through the crowd to jump on Risa, cuddling the
poor 13 year old.
"Toudou-nee-san!" Risa tried wiggling her way out, pushing the older man away.
"Why are you at my school?"
"Because your fucking dad is a stone faced bastard that always ask for too
much!" Arakita once again, stomped his feet, walking toward the 13 year old.
"Hey kid."
"Arakita-nee!" She hugged him in full embrace, causing Toudou to looked shock
because he was just out-bested by a grumpy 25 year old that hated almost
everything. 
"Hey." He kneed down, smiling as she smiled back. The other group members were
equally surprised as his smile was gentle unlike the times it looked
psychopathic. "Risa."
"Hm?"
"Who harasses you?" Arakita asked with a deadpan voice and eyes that look like
he could cut through rocks.
"H-how do you know?" 
"I can't tell,"
"It was my dad, huh?"
"No! It wasn't!" Arakita swayed the other way because Fukutomi specifically
said to not tell her and his wife. "I know because my friend works here."
"What's their name then,"
"Can't tell because you'll never see them the same way again."
"Fair enough, but if I tell you can't tell anyone. Pinky-promise"
"Pinky-promise."
***
Woosh.
"My class doesn't start until 2, please leave."
Arakita attacked first, with the end of his gun causing the teacher to collapse
on desk.
"Dinner." Arakita walked out of the room, leaving the other Hakone members to
stare at the fainted man.
"ARAKITA!!!!!!" Toudou hollered, stomping his feet like a little kid. Though
they did capture the molester, they didn't except that Arakita will attack him
then leave them with an unconscious body.
They walked out, leaving Izumida to carry the body, they saw Arakita talking to
Risa once more. He looked happy in a long time. It seemed as if she said a
joke, making Arakita laugh. Toudou smiled, walking away from those two, as the
others began to follow.
Toudou flipped if phone open to dial a number then ring, "Fuku? It's done.
Mission complete. Target in the arms of Izumida. Arakita did everything to be
honest."
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"S-shit." Arakita bit down on his lips, spreading his legs a little wider than
before. He had his cock in his hand, pumping it. "F-fuck."
"Spread your legs more."
"Hah?! Why-" The collar was tugged. Arakita gasped for air, begging for it
because this was torture. He's been jacking off for 3 hours now, and came about
6 or 7 times but the voice told him not to stop. The chain that was connected
to the collar hit the floor, relieving Arakita from this hell. "H-how much
longer?"
Silence. The voice didn't reply. So what Arakita did was he just kneed there
with his sore knees and continued. There was no stopping until the voice said
to stop. Because there was no sign of human emotion in that voice that Arakita
obeyed with no hesitation. He came once more, as he held it in his palm so the
mess just collided with the other times he came. His cock wasn't hard, it was
soft and limp from all this time but the voice said to continue no matter what
happens. Because Arakita only listens to the voice.
"Faster." So Arakita went faster. Arakita's breath were sharp and his cock was
begging him to stop but what did the voice say? Faster. He grabbed it with a
tight grip, twisting his wrists in strange positions because the voice wanted
him to be hard again and make him go through this torture. It took minutes for
Arakita to get hard and once he did, the voice told him to stop. He whimpered
under the voice, leaning his head back and leaving his cock standing tall with
precum and his cum on the sides.
"So what have you learned today?" The man that owned the voice put down his pen
onto his desk, then looked over it to see the broken, twisted pet.
"T-that I should be a g-good boy." Arakita had no shame. He did cry a bit there
and here because of the pain but the voice told him to stop so he stopped. He
did moan the voice's name and the voice told his to stop so he stopped. Arakita
was already a good pet but he had too much of a temper causing the voice to
train him every single day.
"Good," The man lean back onto his chair then patted his legs, "Come here."
Arakita knew this was the good part. Arakita will always keep this temper of
his, everyone knew that so what Arakita did was make use of it. He always
pretended to screw everything up with his foul mouth and he knew that the man
will punish him for it so he made use of it. Arakita crawled towards the man's
lap, as the chains hit each other and he slowly arrived at his destination. The
man unzipped his pants, and pulled down his underwear leaving his cock to stand
tall. Then Arakita smiled.
There were no preparations, no lubing, no stretching out, there was just a
painful burn that etched Arakita's insides. The head of the man's cock slowly
entered Arakita, as Arakita himself pressed down on it. Then the man stopped.
He grabbed Arakita's hair, looking at his eyes, glaring and saying, "You do
nothing." So what did Arakita do? He did nothing. He placed his head between
the crock of the man's neck, nuzzling it and sniffing him. He couldn't take it
anymore. He reached out, placing his hand on the man's face, smearing his cum
onto the owner's face and when he realized what he did. He looked at the man,
seeing that his eyes were closed in irritation. Arakita's heart pumped rapidly,
knowing that he fucked up, because he was just suppose to be sit there and be
fucked and that's all. But what he did was a major fuck up. Arakita tried
licking it off, which caused the man to push himself out of Arakita then opened
a drawer. Arakita was confused. The man didn't look mad, didn't act mad so he
just sat there on his lap, waiting for the punishment.
"Say 'ah'." Arakita opened his mouth, as something circular and metal like was
inserted in his mouth. He felt the man strap it on with matters of seconds.
Arakita's mouth was stretched out with a o-shaped metal ring placed right under
his teeth. Arakita tried to close it but what use was that was because it was
stronger than he was. He moaned, as his mouth felt violated and his tongue
wasn't settled on anything so it was hanging there. Then the man grabbed
Arakita's wrists, twisting them so it was placed behind his back then binding
them in a black leather strap, tying them together in a swift motion.
"Ngh-" The man was settled once more, whispering 'perfect' to himself. "Get
inside again." So Arakita did.
He lifted himself, unable to balance himself without his hands, he slowly
dropped down and he stayed in there, only the head inside him.
"Good boy." The man grabbed Arakita's waist, pulling it down in so quickly,
that caused Arakita to yell. He screamed, with no preparations or no lube, it
was burning inside of him. Saliva was building up in his mouth, and there was
so much that it just began to drip down, unable to stay in. His eyes began to
tear up a bit, but it was wiped away from the man's thumb. Arakita stayed still
as he being used and violated by the man he loves. Arakita loved this too much.
People say this is an abusive relationship and they are right. Him just
surrendering himself to him which is idiotic on his part but what he hated the
most was that this 'relationship' was benefiting to both sides but one side of
this mess basically was crying himself to sleep. He won't admit it, but he had
a soft side. After this little routine is over, he'll be back in his little
room, with vibrators or anything in general inside of him, until the next
session was due. He'll be lifeless, just waiting for a week for the man to
come. He sometimes laid there, murmuring to himself about what if he did kill
the wife. If she just disappeared, how much better life would of been for
Arakita. Maybe instead of having these little fucked up situations, him and his
crush who of been making love instead of a fuck. Maybe they would be laughing
at Paris together with this 'lover' wrapped around him and cuddling. Maybe
watching a movie 'til they both fall asleep in each other's embrace. Just
Maybe.
The man began to move. His thrusts were violent, harsh, torturous in Arakita's
opinion, he was a demon. Arakita shouted in unison with the man's thrusts,
moaning with his head tossed back and his back arching.
"Hcuku-kan," Arakita quietly moaned, unable to conceal his voice. The thrusts
were more violent as he felt the springs under the chair slowly break under
him. "FuKU-chAN!" He came onto their chests as thrusts still continued.
"Arakita...." Fukutomi Juichi. Arakita's only light. Arakita couldn't believe
why he would love a twisted man but he just did. He just wanted to follow this
man until he dies with no reason, just because...
"Fuku-chan, I-I wuv ku." Arakita could keep it in anymore. As always, Fukutomi
ignored him, just brushing the 'I love you' and 'I only need you' speeches.
Because Fukutomi thought those 'I love you' were just a thing to get his riled
up. Fukutomi untied the black strap, releasing him and the metal brace across
his head, leaving Arakita whimpering and heaving for air. His head was on
Fukutomi's shoulder, as he felt his clothes getting wet. Fukutomi looked down
at Arakita who was panting and sniffing.
"What's wrong?" Fukutomi stopped his thrusts, waiting for Arakita to answer
him.
He looked up, closing his eyes so no tears can escape. "N-nothing, Fuku-chan.
You can continue."
"Tell me, Yasutomo." Arakita opened his eyes, in shock because never in a
million years did he ever except Fukutomi saying Arakita's first name.
"I just wanted to say," His eyes looked into Fukutomi's then he remembered,
"That I miss you," I can't tell you the truth, Fuku-chan. If I did, you'll
leave me.
"Oh okay. Don't worry Yasutomo, I'm here." He slowly began to speed up his
thrust, causing him to laugh a bit.
"W-what's so funny, Arakita?" He went back to his last name as he grunted.
"Look at us. What a laughing stock we are!"
Fukutomi came inside, his seed spilling into Arakita which caught him by
surprise. He moaned really loudly as the hotness overwhelmed him. He groaned as
he removed himself from Fukutomi's sex-crazed body. 
He grabbed his shirt from the floor as cum began to drip down from his leg
while he limped towards the door with bruises formed around his neck and waist.
"Arakita."
"Hm?"
"Thank you."
"I-" love you. "I should say that to you." Arakita barked a laughter as he
opened the door.
"Arakita, I love you."
.
.
Chapter End Notes
     This took me forever but it was worth it!
     Yeah, I decided on their ages.
     Fukutomi Juichi - 25 years old. Adopted Risa when she was 10 and
     Amaiko is like 25 or 26
     Arakita Yasutomo - 25 years old
     Toudou Jinpachi - 25 years old
     Shinkai Hayato - 25 years old
     Izumida Touichirou - 24 years old
     Manami Sangaku - 21 years old
      
     still can't write sex scenes
***** I Wanted To Prove It To You *****
Chapter Summary
     "And my mistakes will never justify what I did to you."
Chapter Notes
     *screams*
     I haven't update in forever, sorry guys. So I made this extra angsty
     and sad..
     (๑•́ㅿ•̀๑) ᔆᵒʳʳᵞ
See the end of the chapter for more notes
This is pathetic. Even for him, this is the worst. I love you? Ha! Bullshit.
Arakita knew, told himself that these words would get him riled up and get tied
down once more to obedience. He knew every time he thought of leaving, just
thought about, Fukutomi would say something, causing him to drop back onto his
knees and beg for more. The house they stayed in was pretty big so he had to
walk a while to reach to his room. He held the walls for a form of support and
that's when a teenager(?) with glasses stormed through the halls. He never seen
him in his life so on instinct he curled his fist, then threw a punch at the
stranger. A sharp pain struck against his back. Fuck, my back! Arakita tumbled
back, grabbing onto the wall once more as support.
"Sakamichi!" Fucking Manami, he should of known. Manami, their prodigy are
letting strangers into their house for some reason. Arakita got a clear image
of the teenager, then realized he was almost the same age as Manami. 
"Shit, Manami! You assho-"
"Sakamichi-kun, are you okay?" Manami dropped onto his knees comforting the
adult (?) that just got a fist decked on his face. 
"Don't touch me!" The kid (still confused) stood up, then ran once more towards
the door.
"What the hell did you do that kid?" Arakita snarled, laughing at that little
drama scene. "You must have really fucked up."
"Hahaha, I did." Manami scoffed a pathetic fake laugh. "Arakita-san... I fucked
up big time." He's not ready to talk to anyone for awhile. He's back is stiff
like a board and his knees were weak. He just wanted to go to his room and
sleep for like forever. But out of sympathy, Arakita kind of wanted to listen
for himself or him. Or to block off the distractions with others sob stories. 
"What did you do this time?" Arakita dropped down, sitting down with a unfazed
expression.
"It- it was an one night stand..."
"You had an one night stand with that kid?!" Arakita barked a laugh, coughing
onto his own saliva. "How?! He seems to kind to bs you on the spot, ya' know!"
"No, no, no. Sakamichi is my boyfriend. I had an one night stand with someone
else." Manami turned his head to see Arakita's reaction but his face looked the
same. Arakita looked at him with no sense of emotion towards Manami.
"Then go apologize you dumbass." Arakita stood up with an unsteady movement but
he managed.
"I can't!" Manami stood up too, waving his hands like Toudou. "I can't!
Sakamichi knows that I'm a two timer! Five timer? I don't know! He pretends to
act all hurt but in reality, he could probably out best me! Arakita-san, I
don't know what to do!" Manami was talking way too fast for Arakita to process.
"Then why don't you just dump him, and don't ask me how to do it. Ask Toudou or
somethin'." He began to limp back to his room, gesturing Manami to follow him
to talk about his problems more.
"I don't want to break up with him. He's too valuable for that. He's-"
"Wait, wait, wait. You like because he's valuable?"
"I guess? I'm to invested in him. Like he cheats too! With his teammates. Like
one time, I saw him doing it with this tall dude and a red head! So why do I
have to apologize." Manami pouted, digging his hands into his jeans. "I don't
know why I'm so attracted to him." He groaned, pressing his palms onto his
face.
"I don't care who apologizes to who but seriously. You should tell him how you
feel or you're going to be questioning yourself in the future and say shit like
'why didn't I do this' stuff like that." He arrived at his room, pushing the
door open.
"And you know this from experience." Manami looked at Arakita with no more
child's play. He was serious.
"Fuck you." Arakita walked in, slamming the door behind. Fuck Manami. He
snarled, untying his collar, then placing it onto his desk. He walked into his
bedroom to see that little fucker on his bed.
"FUCKING SHINKAI, DID YOU HAVE SEX ON MY BED?" Arakita threw the blankets off
to reveal Shinkai hugging Izumida with too much strength because Izumida was
sweating like crazy. "HOLY SHIT, IF YOU DID-"
"Don't worry, it was just blowjobs. Did you know tha-" 
"Nope. Shut up. And get the fuck off my bed." Arakita is done with this shit.
He's fed up with everything. Fuck everything.
"You seem upset." Shinkai hopped off, "Did you fight with anyone?" Arakita
looked at Izumida to see him embarrassed. Izumida lowering his head to Arakita
in a sign of respect and gesturing a sign of forgiveness. 
"How the fuck did you get in my room? Never mind. Just get off my damn bed,"
Arakita groaned, pulling the sheets under them, causing both to fall on either
sides. Shinkai and Izumida yelped, tumbling to their sides and slowly picking
themselves up.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Shinkai glanced over to the nightstand where his phone was, picking
it up. He hummed, glanced at Arakita then back into space.
"Understood. Juichi, don't do it, stop." Arakita flinched on reflex. His eyes
met with Shinkai's then quickly looked away with a scoff. "JUICHI! No! Stop it!
Don't shoot!" Shinkai's eyes widen, looking shocked as ever. Then he heard a
gunshot through the phone. The call ended, with Shinkai dropping his hands onto
his sides. He looked dead. He looked soulless. 
"Why so dramatic?" Arakita said while standing his guard because he never saw
Shinkai this shocked before.
"Yasutomo.... I tried... I tried..."
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"Eat it." Fukutomi stared at Arakita who was sitting with knees bumping onto
each other, and the fact that he was drenched in blood and guts.
"Fuku-chan, I can't do this. Not this time." He couldn't believe the
circumstance himself. He was on the verge of crying but he was covered in her
blood. "I can't. I can't, I can't." A tear managed to escape but he tried to
stand strong. 
"Arakita, look at me." Fukutomi kneed over as the blood began to soak up his
white suit. He stared at Arakita, caressing his face with his hand. His fingers
were covered in blood causing his to smear it across Arakita's face. "Do it for
me." He grabbed a slab of the woman's gut, pressing it against his mouth.
Arakita was at stalemate. The tension was too immense, and the idea of him
eating his own sister is repulsive. I'm so sorry, sis. At that moment, he
obidently opened his mouth, chewing as the blood and veins exploded resulting
blood filling up with mouth and dripping all over the sides. He sat there as he
was hand feed by Fukutomi. He caught Fukutomi smirking and at that moment,
Arakita jumped him. He tossed his body onto the man, grabbing his shoulders so
he can't escape. He saw red, and a blurry image of Fukutomi underneath him. He
snarled with bloodshot eyes and teeth crushing each other. Blood drooled out of
his mouth, dripping onto Fukutomi's face. But his face didn't change. His face
looked the same with an indifference face.
"FuKU." Arakita snapped completely from sanity. He was mad, angry, even in pain
because he made him do this. He made him cannibalize his own sister.
And at that moment his eyes stared into Arakita's. "Arakita." He replied with
no avail. He was trapped. But Fukutomi trusted Arakita, but Arakita didn't
trust him. He can't trust him. But Fukutomi knew that Arakita is angered and
one way or another, Arakita will attack him, hurt him, or maybe kill him at
some point. "Arakita, do you want to hurt me?" He was forward with no emotion
once more. He just stared, waiting for the crazed man to reply.
"Yes." Arakita answer took awhile but it came out instantly. Arakita was still
on top of Fukutomi which gave him leverage to do whatever he wanted to do with
him but Arakita can't hurt him. He can't harm him without permission.
"Do you know why I killed your sister?" Arakita growled, but stayed silent. "It
was because you loved her. You're only suppose to love me." Fukutomi brought
his hand onto Arakita's head, pushing him down so Arakita was resting on his
shoulder.
Arakita knew this is a trick and this time, he isn't going to fall for it.
Arakita snapped, chocking a bark of some sort, then pulled himself Fukutomi's
little embrace. "Fuck you. You can't trick me this time. Not again..."
"I never lied to you. I ne-"
"BULLSHIT." Arakita was fed up with this charade. "Fuck you!" Arakita grabbed
Fukutomi's tie, stripping it. He pinned Fukutomi's arms above his head, tying
it with the tie.
"Arakita! What are you doing." Fukutomi said with an unsteady voice. Arakita
ignored him, and continued. He ripping Fukutomi's shirt, causing the buttons to
pop and was sent flying in every direction as it fell onto the blood they were
laying on.
Arakita smiled, like he was a sociopath, or more so an animal looking at it's
prey. He loomed over Fukutomi with a grin, pressing his lips onto his. Blood
and saliva filled Fukutomi's mouth. Arakita lapped over his tongue, tempting to
press in deeper. It was a few seconds later when Fukutomi couldn't breath. His
eyes widen, rolling back to the back of his head, unable to do anything this
time. Arakita wanted to see him struggled. He looked at Fukutomi, releasing him
from this torture.
"So how was that Fuku-chan?" Fukutomi was panting. He was panting hard. He
rolled his head to his side, unable to look at Arakita. "Hey, hey. Look at me."
Fukutomi refused on will, and if he was going to go through Arakita's torture
session, so be it. "Fuku-chan, look at me. Please?" It almost came out as a
whine but still, he couldn't look at him. His breath was slowly catching up but
he was still panting, begging for air.
Arakita bent over, lapping over Fukutomi's neck then sucked on it. He bit hard,
drawing more blood into Arakita's mouth.
"Juichi, are you there! Juichi!" Fucking Shinkai.
"FUKU, I THINK ARAKITA GONE INSANE." The banging of the door increased even
more. Fucking Toudou. The door knob shook as they began to pry themselves in.
"FUKU! ARE YOU OKAY? IS ARAKITA HERE? OH MY FUCKING GOD, IF HE'S THERE. RUN!"
Arakita bent over to Fukutomi's ear, whispering in a low voice was they
couldn't hear him. Because this was Fukutomi's decision. "So Fuku-chan. What's
your decision that I trust so much." He nuzzled against his neck, even almost
purred.
"HAYATO-" At that moment, something hollered in an inhuman voice. It was so
loud that the aftershock was silent.
"JUICHI!" Shinkai slammed his body onto the door, trying to smashing the door
open.
"FUKU!"
"Fuku-chan. I thought you wanted to be with me." Arakita mouth was dripping
with fresh blood. Dripping with Fukutomi's blood. Arakita ripped the side of
Fukutomi's neck, not so deep but deep enough for him to be paralyzed in pain.
Fukutomi's neck was exposed as his head was looking over to his side with dazed
eyes. Arakita smiled, sucking the remainder of the blood.
The banging of the door continued and it sounded it was going to break soon.
Arakita pecked Fukutomi's lips, then opened the window. He looked down with an
impassive look. He gazed on the ground. It's only two stories. Not that bad.I'm
sorry Fuku-chan. I'm sorry. Maybe our meeting on the rooftop would be the our
ending as well.
The door busted open with Shinkai and Toudou dripping with sweat, staring at
Arakita next to the window. He heard a buzz, inaudible even. He saw Shinkai
dropping onto his knees, trying to keep the blood from pouring out of
Fukutomi's neck. He saw Toudou running towards him, reaching out and his mouth
stretching open as if was going to yell something. This is all in slow motion.
Because Toudou was too slow. His breath hitched, and said with a cracked voice
and devastated eyes.
"Because I only wanted him to compliment me...." And there laid the broken
heart-ed, blood split against the pavement, and laid there with one tear shed
across his face.
Chapter End Notes
     hahahahaha, i hate myself. goodbye
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