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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. ]