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[nurete]

[ Saeko would take no more.

She had been watching most carefully the interactions between her beloved and other females belonging to their group and otherwise. Saeko knew Shouichi would get along with Takagi. Their personalities and skill sets were similar. And when that big breasted pig of a nurse pressed up against Shouichi-- seeing the flush that colored his face (a natural reaction, she knew) sparked jealousy.

It grew as that antennae spear whore tried to get friendly with Shouichi, too. Making her burn more and more. A flame that couldn't be doused by the mere slaughter of walking corpses. The rotting flesh gave less satisfaction with each cut of meat and bone.

He is mine.

Mine alone.

He is loves me.

Me and not you.

But her jealousy burned brighter as the others noticed him. Noticed him for the man he was. Enamored by him and the way he reciprocated--

She couldn't take it anymore.

And so it had come to this. Knocking him out after calling him around the corner with a quick strike to the back of his head. She had dragged him to a deserted warehouse she had scouted much earlier on an independent mission. It would serve her purpose.

Love.

This was love. ]

Shouichi.

[ She calls out, voice honeyed soft to the figure bound to a convenient folding chair. ]

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[binaries]

[ he had wanted to bond with saeko's friends. they could have been a family, after all. together, every last one of them. perhaps it was shouichi's own wishful thinking; perhaps it was his lack of self-esteem that had taught him long ago that people were simply not attracted to people like him. if there had been advances, shouichi hadn't really noticed. he was far too purely focused on getting along.

he's felt pain similar to this before. lying in a pool of his own blood; struggling to pump oxygen into his lungs. it's what he dreams about. that day, when kikyou ran his lance through him and left his impaled body on the asphalt to die. a prickly cold washing over him; enveloping him in physical and mental distress until.

he starts forward; voice hoarse and rattling in his throat while his eyes dart every which way: left right and into the back of his skull while his brain desperately attempts to adjust to the level of pain he's experiencing. at this time he can't tell if it's his body that cannot move or if he's being restrained. it's all fluid, currently. it all hurts in a blast of searing white. he gasps and mumbles and tastes blood while his senses settle, nausea quick to slide in as the first conscious alert that something is very wrong.

saeko's voice cuts through his panic so swiftly that his heart stops suddenly.
and for some reason

tears roll down his face. ]

[nurete]

[ she leans forward to kiss away the crocodile tears. ]

It's all right. You're safe.

[ safe from those women who would take advantage of him. away from those women who would try to make him their own even when he was already taken. he was safe now away from all of them.

he didn't need to try and get along with them because he had her. she was all he needed and would ever need. her fingers tiptoe along his thigh-- at least, what remained of it.

her cuts were clean, she had made sure of it. she was twisted, she knew. too far gone, she understood. but that did not mean she was thoughtless. saeko had carefully bandaged him back as best she could and here he was. awake. alive. ]

It's all right.

[binaries]

[ he chokes down a sob in his throat, the effects of consciousness still too much; too dizzying to take all at once. saeko's lips pressed daintily to his face make his stomach turn, like he's repressed an awful memory. yet, while his body recoils to the sensation of her touch, in his mind, he wants her affection. he's downright starved for it. it would be okay, right? whatever had happened would be alright, now. saeko was here and she would keep him safe.

but what was it that had happened?
he just can't remember. he can't remember anything.
his eyes roll forward, visible again. he stammers until he properly grasps consonants and looks at saeko's blurry face through shattered lenses. ]

It h-hurts -- [ it's abrupt; disconnected. until his head lolls forward and he's forced to process the cause of said agony. ]

[nurete]

[ she had happened.

caught him unawares and relieved him of two of his primary means of walking. it was all necessary. the most logical solution that could tame the jealousy that burned whatever was left of her blackened soul. and if he loved her, he would accept this. just as he had come to accept this world.

just as he had come to accept her.

this was her love. ]

It will pass. [ eventually. ] Here, I managed to get a hold of some pain killers. [ one hand lifting to reveal the red pills that sat in her palm before pulling the canister of water from her belt with her free hand. ]

I won't leave you.

[binaries]

Saeko -- [ at first, it's a strong sense of disconnect. no, this couldn't possibly be right. this couldn't be him, because this sort of thing couldn't happen. there's no way, no way, absolutely no way except that the pain matches so perfectly that there can't be a separate explanation. he's dizzy; spinning; sick and doesn't even realize he's eaten pills from her hand and taken a drink of metal tinged water when nausea slams into him with the force of a truck and he covers his mouth, trying to keep the medicine down.

but what could have happened here?
were they attacked? had he been bitten? perhaps this had been the only way to save him, though the concern that he remembers none of this is mounting second by second. he would only be a bother to saeko like this, wouldn't he? it was unsightly, wasn't it?

shouichi coughs, igniting a sharp pain in the back of his head.
blunt force trauma... ?

he coughs, chokes and cries with disgust and defeat. ]

T-tell me what happened...

[nurete]

[ no, he wasn't a bother. she would love him even without legs (and arms). she would love him until the end of the world, which would either be very soon depending on how humanity played its cards.

she dabs the corner of his mouth with the edge of her sleeve. the world had long since abandoned the use of handkerchiefs and other luxuries. they were lucky enough to still have clothes on their backs. ]

Shh. [ she quiets him, reassures him that there were no need for words on his side. ] I saw you talking with them. [ there's anger in the final word. a flash, a tinge that colors the final word red. ] But you don't have to worry anymore, Shouichi. They won't have you anymore. I'll protect you from them. All of them.

[binaries]

[ his head is swimming. this is too much. too much too much too much please stop please and he gasps around sobs while he tries to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head from the shock. though he's shaking and trembling so much it's as if he's vibrating against her, the fact that he can feel her body against his is the only connection he feels to reality. her words are silky and sweet in her delivery, laced with honey and doting affection and it ought to make him feel good. except he doesn't understand what she's saying. he doesn't remember anything. he doesn't want to worry anymore, but this sickening feeling in his gut is telling him that he ought to and his response to run is enough to make him want to vomit right here until he's got nothing left inside. he hiccups, lungs twitching until he realizes that they're seizing.

hyperventilation. a panic attack.
tears continue to bead at the corners of his eyes and he can't recall a time in his adult life where he has ever sobbed like this. there's never been a time in his adult like where has not been able to understand and comprehend the situation at hand. how worthless. how disgusting. ]

Wh-who di -- [ he can't fucking breathe and it's awful. he just wants to know who and why and he wants to know if it was worth it. what could actually be worth this. ] S-sss [ hic. and against the warning of the pull in his gut, he presses his face into his safest place, right in her chest. ] Saeko, h-help --

[ what a fucking mess. what a disaster. ]

[nurete]

[ She recognizes the signs. It's a sign that she's learned after some time in this dead end world. The pallor of his skin and the trembling that wracked his body. She had seen this before when people had been pulled away, still living, still breathing, from the gnashing mouths of the undead excited by the taste of red meat.

He calls and she answers.

Because she loves him. This is her love.

She pulls him close to her chest, hugging him tight as she pulls him up with strong arms to lay him on the floor. The blood was possibly going to what remained of his legs (not much) and it was necessary to divert that. She leaves sweet kisses against his head, reassuring him of her love. ]

It's alright, Shouichi. It's alright.

[ I love you. ]

I did this.

[binaries]

[ he wants to drown himself in it. in her warmth, her love and the softness of her breasts. he wants to only feel that bliss and nothing else, ever again. if only there was a way that he could make everything else stop and only feel that, then maybe he wouldn't want to die so desperately. more than losing his legs, not understanding his situation is what wrenches his gut so thoroughly. it was as if he was truly losing his mind; the only worthwhile thing about him and it simply wouldn't do. his lungs struggle and his breath wheezes against the buttons of her blouse and he tries his damnedest not to get tears and snot everywhere as he loses his fucking mind. he can't live in a world like this without legs and he sure as hell can't without his sanity. so what the hell was going to happen to him? even more than ever, he would have to burden sae -- ]

Aa...

[ what.

what did she say.
no.


no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
he's going to vomit he's going to die he can't breathe no help stop this

gritting his teeth in what could only be described as pure agony, he sobs and shiver and shakes his head. he doesn't want to believe that. he can't. if it's true, then he's the most fucked he's ever been in his life. ]

No.

N-no... please... [ don't say that. don't tell him. why and then it makes sense. who "they" were. ] i tr-trusted you -- [ he almost looks to be on the verge of passing out. ] d-do you not trust me ... S-Saeko... ?

[nurete]

[ she holds him close, fingers gentle against the messy locks of his hair. she held onto him despite his distress and convulsions. sweetly. lovingly.

she strokes his hair, fingers running through the soft strands, tips massaging his scalp. ]

I love you.

[ and this was her love. her love that would keep him safe. her love would keep him alive and hers. she loved him and trust came with that. but she did not trust them. saeko could keep him safe from everyone and everything.

her breath is hushed. calm.

this is what this world had made her.

he was all that she had left and she couldn't lose him.

even if it meant cutting off his legs.

she'd keep him here forever.

and they would be happy. ]

I'll protect you, Shouichi.

[binaries]

[ he's too exhausted; there's too much pain to fight back. even worse is that he doesn't want to. regardless of the situation, saeko is all that he has in this world and without her he was as good as dead. it's unfathomable to think how long he would last without her now. he coughs; gags and chokes on emotion and panic and his tears wet her blouse while his fingers and nails grip and dig into her shoulders.

her works sink in and sting.
he trusted her and this is what happens
how stupid could he have been to think that even in another world
he could deserve a normal sort of love.
is this what he deserved instead?

was this the final atonement for all of his sins? ]

N-no, it's useless. I'm... useless. [ distraught with pain, he shakes saeko by her shoulders, feeling like she doesn't hear him. like she can't recognize his pain. like she doesn't care.
maybe he ought to have taken better care to notice her pain, as well? ]

I'm... c-completely useless. [ his expression twists like he's trying to hold back, but his body inevitably goes limp against her as he emits a low, guttural moan. ]

wow these keywords are perfect.

[nurete]

[ she recognizes his pain enough to know that it exists. however the strange belief that love will carry them through, numbs her of his plight. the pain is nothing but a reminder of her love. she was devoted to him and she had taken drastic measures to ensure that he would be devoted to her.

forever.

in sickness and in health.

they would be together.

as long as she had him, nothing would matter.

as long as she had him. ]

I love you, Shouichi.

[ she whispers as she showers him with light kisses. love emanating from each press of lips to skin. ]

I love you. [ again. again. and again. she hears none of his pain. feels none of his pain. she shifts, slipping lower, to plant kisses against his neck, his torso, and the bloody remains of his legs as they reddened her lips. ]

I love you.

LMFSJKSHFKS

[binaries]

[ and despite his pain, he could feel her love. it was firey; confident and possessive. it makes sense shouichi now: he belonged to saeko. and while he always had, in terms of matters of the heart, he's now been so thoroughly compromised physically that he has no other option but to be saeko's. and though fear and nausea course through his mangled body, he knows it's quite clear that he will need saeko more than ever. ]

I... love you. [ his voice croaks, sogged down by tears and snot and distress. it was resolute, though. he loved sako. he committed himself to saeko. and as he watches her stain her lips with his blood his expression shifts and flourishes. horror; admonishment; pity; love. there were so many things he understood and didn't all at the same time. ] Saeko.

[ he's light-headed. this is too much. would he always feel this much pain? from now on? ] I-I love you, S-Saeko ...

[ he bobs forward, tears that streamed down his face joining together at his chin and dripping down. he isn't sure if he's going to faint or vomit. ]

[nurete]

[ Now, she could be sure. He loved her. He had to love her because she would make sure that there was no one else. Ever. No one would ever come between them. Not even the dead. She would do anything for in. She would do everything for him. She was saving him now, protecting him from committing adultery, keeping him from running away with whores.

Running was not an option for him anymore.

He didn’t need legs. Shouichi had her. That was all he needed.
Just Saeko.

She could see his pain. His pain was her pain, but love would pull them through. She could save him with her love.

Saeko leans forward, pressing lips to lips, lips to cheek, jaw, lower and lower the butterfly kisses went once more. Her fingers moving to the zipper of his pants, quickly undoing the fastening.

Her love could save him from the pain, too. ]

[binaries]

[ he kisses her deeply; desperately. anything to take him away from this bright white pain that had tightly wound itself into his entire body. he quivers and quakes when his lips immediately miss and yearn for saeko's and he watches with no small sense of frustration as she flutters further and further from his mouth down to his -- oh. oh, no. there's no way he could --

could he?
even in this scenario?

swallowing thickly, his voice croaks. ]

Saeko, n-no...

[nurete]

[ He could. He definitely could. She believed he could and she had been careful not to cut his manhood off. She loved him and, as any woman would, she wanted the joy of bearing his children.

She loved him.

Already, her lips are upon him, showering his length with hot kisses. ]

I love you, Shouichi.

[ Yes. ]

[binaries]

[ it's embarrassing; he's embarrassed. to be so pathetically on display for her like this and to feel so utterly compromised as a person. only a freak could be turned on by something like this only a monster could become aroused like this and as he repeated this in his head like a mantra, it only helped the blood flow and warm heat twist itself into a tense coil in his stomach. in a way, shouichi had always had a perverse taste for humiliation, but he had no idea that it went this far.

covering his face with his arms, he emits a low groan of both pain and anticipation as he irritably surrenders the last bit of his dignity. there are too many emotions swirling around in that brain of his. perhaps this is his body's way of telling him he's better off just letting it go.

and though fat tears continue to roll down his face relentlessly, it doesn't stop him from getting hard. ]

Nngh... Oh, god.

[ there really is no coming back from this. ]

[nurete]

[ in her eyes, he could never be a monster. no. even with his legs cut off, he was still more human than the dead beings that now roamed the earth. he was still human. more human than she was. saeko knew long before that she was gone. she was more a monster than he could ever be, but she had made sure that he loved her even then.

and he did.

he had told her so and now, he could never take it back.
he could only love her now.
and she would always love him.

she smiles, pleased with his bodily reaction. with his blood still on her lips, she takes in his hardened length, the tang of iron and salted skin exciting her. he was warm. the warmth she longed for every day and every night. killing gave her such sweet satisfaction, but there was one thing that she had noticed. they were dead. they were cold and felt nothing as she sliced through them. with each body she fell with her blade, there was no cry of pain. she could not find complete satisfaction as she cut them down to size.

but with Shouichi, she could hear everything, feel everything in the tensing of his muscles.
In the strength of the flow of blood leaking through his bandages.

she could help him learn to enjoy the pain.
and she would find satisfaction. ]

[binaries]

[ it's too much to ask shouichi to keep himself contained when he feels so open and exploited already. a quivering mess of emotion too tangled to discern, allowing low, guttural moans to slide out of his throat, rich and thick. he wishes he could focus everything he's got onto saeko's lithe tongue and zero in completely on her hot breath, or the trail of saliva and precum that connects the two of them, even when she pulls off to breathe and survey him coming further undone.

but he can't. pain practically blinds him with every movement; every breath. shouichi is hyperaware of everything from his overworking, shocked internal organs to the mangled muscle and crudely sawed bones in what was left of his legs. perhaps if he were stronger, he'd have allowed himself to pass out already. he's too curious, though. too morbidly obsessed with what's become of him, and even moreso, what's become of saeko. it's as if he can hear her heart pounding, full of reckless and wild abandon; fire just behind her eyes.

panting, words upon words spill from his mouth. his jaw hangs open and he tenses further and further as the reality of he and saeko settles in and burrows deep. here, in this dark and dirty world full of rot, they would, too. this is what he wanted. he wished for this.

a future with saeko.
beautiful saeko, who even uncovered can still trick anyone with a demure bat of her long lashes. she could still trick shouichi, too. he'd let her. because, why the fuck not? when she tells him that she loves him and worships his cock like this, like it's the greatest thing on this earth (and to her, maybe it is.) he has to ask himself if there is anyone else who would look at him this way.

and more importantly, being that he was so thoroughly destroyed, who else would look at him this way now.

but that was her plan all along, wasn't it? straight out of a stephen king novel, only far more gruesome and chilling.

shouichi's back arches as he gasps, his desire to fuck her mouth almost eclipsing the mind-numbing pain he's enduring. he's swearing now, cursing and grunting and it's all for this one moment of climax where he doesn't feel anything but oblivion.

really, there's no harm in adding to the mess.
it's already fucked beyond repair.

is he laughing or is he crying? ]

[nurete]

[ He’s handsome like this. Crying tears with a smile on his face as she holds him in her mouth. Wishes really do come true. Even when the apocalypse was burning their world to the ground. She would be his wife in this mess and he would be her husband. To her, they were already married. There was no need for a priest to sanctify their relationship. They were bound together in blood and cum.

She takes it all. The bitter liquid down her throat, but she’s not satisfied yet and straightens, pulling down her lace underwear, wet with her excitement.

Her breath is hot, her heartbeat erratic, incited by the blood and his groans reverberating through the air. She wanted more. She always wanted more. She wanted to have him now and forever. His name a prayer on her lips, desperate as she moved on top of him. ]

Shouichi, you love me, right?

[ She’s straightened, pressing his head against her entrance. ]

Love me.

[ And she sinks down onto his cock, a pleased moan leaving her lips lingering with his blood and cum.

Yes. ]

[binaries]

[ not even recovered, he lurches forward with his hands covering his face. quickly drawing breath in, only to let it out in a low, pleased moan. it felt too good; she was just too good. feeling how tight and hot she was around his cock only did well to light his senses on fire and make him feel submerged. ]

Y-yes -- [ he answers without hesitation, though his throat is scratched and raw. the words spill out without any thought; he knows the answer before his brain can process it. it's a trick question, anyway. but he doesn't really care if it is. ] I, I love you...

Of course, [ through gritted teeth, though there's no way to suppress the overwhelming onslaught of sensation, abusing his nervous system. he's completely on display. physically; mentally, body & soul, they're all bare and open for saeko to do as she pleases. it's all shouichi is there for. to be whatever it is that saeko needs, to be used for whatever it is that saeko wants.

feeling his conscience slipping into the dark, his body makes a pathetic attempt to reciprocate her efforts, her love. even if somewhere in the back of his mind he can't help but wonder if he's actually dying.

or maybe fucking after such a trauma is just asking for too much, physically. ]

Sae...

[nurete]

[ she would take all his pain away. with her passion, she'd steal away his pain and turn it into pleasure. love could do that. her love could do that. this was all for him. she was all for him just as he was all hers.

saeko smiles, heady with the pleasure of their union, his words dancing against her ears.

she presses her lips against his, desperate for more as her hips roll against his, allowing him to sink further into her. making sure to keep his attentions on her. there would be no thoughts of dying. no thoughts of any other woman. just her.

for now and forever. ]

Shou...[ she whispers. ]

Come.