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Amakusa and Ange had found themselves at the boathouse, and soon their journey would be over. By that, he was referring to what he was supposed to do once they arrived, but he wasn't about to go through with that mission. He was meant to be a traitor, he was meant to kill her once they arrived- and eve back in the fourth game he was the one who went through with such a thing. Was he just supposed to ensure she never lived past that day...? What a joke, what horrible furniture he was made out to be.

He was never good at following the rules though, he had fallen in love with his client- with someone he was meant to murder, and after that he would report back to the theater going witches. They liked seeing Ange suffer, so if they knew they had these feelings for one another, then that would only make things worse. They might even be pit against each other, forced to destroy the other.

As he mused to himself, he stared out at the waves of the ocean that still rose and fell near the shore he was standing at. It was a good feeling to be out here and not in there, if he was out here- it was like nothing else existed, that he wasn't meant to merely kill her. No, he wanted to stop thinking about that, and he wanted to tell her.

He wanted to tell her he was just furniture, that he was just a demonic servant- and then they would make that contract that was never fulfilled. A kiss that would contain so much more than just sealing the deal between master and familiar.

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He continued to look up at her, his thumb stroking her cheek gently as she said an order to him. It's not like he could really disobey her or anything, but then again- he was one who rarely ever listened to what another person said. Sure, he'd look out for his own well-being as well, but he couldn't help it if he wanted to put her first.

"Yeah yeah..." he smiled and then he moved to sit up as well. He turned to look at her, running a hand through his hair. Jeez, he wanted his hat and bandana back. Amakusa glanced up at how much further they had to climb, and then he looked back at her.

"Are you rested enough, or should we keep waiting?"

Right as he asked, Ange stood up as well, handing him his hat and bandana again before moving to dust off her own skirt and jacket a little from lying there like that. She could tell they had still quite some way to go, but.. at least they would be at the top then, right? And then they could get out of this place.

So she just nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's hurry up." It wasn't even a lie, she did already feel much better just from lying and resting there for a while. She wasn't completely up to par yet, but she felt this should be enough for the remaining climb up. Besides, she didn't want to linger here too long, in this kind of place, even if it was with him by her side.

She made him bend down a little so she could climb up his back and hold onto him again. At least this time it went better - the idea seemed slightly less embarassing the second time.

He was a bit concerned if she would be able to hold on, and he made a mental note to watch out for where he was grabbing and make sure nothing would suddenly give way like last time. When she was around him like that, he decided he needed to speed up this little operation instead of taking his sweet time.

Amakusa grabbed the wall and began to climb up again, going much quicker than before, like it was easier this time around. It might have been the fact that he felt lighter than ever (besides having an extra person on him, but that wasn't the point). He had told her to make sure she cherished her life, and she basically said the same back to him- this was a trial, a trial for the two of them to be together. He would rather die than leave her in this place in hell- he had to be with her, it was a priority.

"You doing okay back there?" he called out as he continued to climb up at an alarming pace.

She nodded slightly in response, still making sure to hold on to him as well as she could. It was only a moment later that she realised he obviously wouldn't be able to see that, so she started to speak up instead.

"I'm just fine. Just like riding the train, really." The words came out in a fashion much like her usual deadpan. Sure, she was still hiding a little of her fears and worries, but she had pushed most of them away already for now. After all, as long as she was together with him, then it wasn't that bad of a situation just yet, even if they were still stuck in this place for the time being. But if they could just continue like this, they would be at the top soon, and from there it could only get better, right? Even if Bernkastel was just lying, they could figure something out somehow, so if she could just believe in that for now..

For a moment Ange glanced down at the ground, far down below them, to see how far up they were already - they had already gone quite a bit by now.

Amakusa chuckled at what she said, saying that it was like he was some sort of train. Not only was he furniture, but he was a locomotive now? Weird, but it was amusing to say the least. He just continued to climb up, and with the rate he was going he knew that they would reach the top in no time.

Eventually, they had made it past those swirling orange clouds, and they were nearly there. Amakusa glanced up and saw what could only be the top of it, a ledge that was further up and was shrouded by darkness. He assumed it was the top of the fragment, and soon enough they could be out of here and well on their way. He knew that Bern had been lying, but he needed to have hope that after they got out of here- they could at least try and take them on.

"Almost there Ange-san!" he called out to here, and continued all the way up. When he reached the top, he gestured for her to climb up ahead of him.

She could soon see the top too, especially since she looked up when he called out to see it. Sure, it was dark up there, and they couldn't see what was beyond, but.. at least it meant it was probably the way out or something similar like that. Their only exit out of this hell, and sticking around here wasn't an option either way, so..

When they arrived near the top and he made that gesture, she just nodded as she slowly - limb by limb - let go of him to grab the ledge instead. Before she fully climbed up, though, she turned her head back to him first and smiled a little at him. Thinly, but definitely a smile. "Thanks for getting us all the way up here." Sure, normally she never really thanked him out loud when he did stuff for her, but.. it just felt appropriate right now, after what they had gone through. To avoid having one of his smartass remarks possibly in return for that though, she quickly turned her head back and focused on the ledge, hoisting herself up so she could climb all the way up it.

Oh wow, it really was rare to see her actually thanking him for something. Normally he would do something and he would be met with a click of the tongue and a sarcastic remark right back to her. He was speechless- actually. The great Amakusa had nothing to say back to her, he merely nodded and watched her hoist herself up first.

After seeing her go up, he climbed up to the top, and he too lifted himself so he was no longer on that wall- but then suddenly, something had grabbed his throat, and ran over with him to the nearest wall, pinning him up against it. He didn't know what was going on exactly, he opened his eyes and spotted a familiar face.

"B...Black Battler....?!"

He saw the face of that brother of hers, only it wasn't the original. That piece was back, and then he looked beyond Battler and noticed that the goats were around as well. They must have grabbed Ange when she climbed up as well, since she was behind held by one of them. Bern was no where to be found, she must have sent these guys to do her dirty work before showing up.

"Oh boy oh boy..." said the man clad in purple, "this really is a reunion for the ages... tell me, did you honestly think either of you were ever going to get that happy ending...? Hehehe...."

Dammit, how could these goats be so strong-- the moment she had climbed up right before Amakusa she had already been grabbed. Sure, she had taken them on earlier during the third game, but it was hard to do anything in the middle of the surprise the moment she had gotten up and now she was practically being held captive by them it was hard to do anything at all, let alone try to kick or punch one of them.

That didn't mean she wouldn't try it though, she was trying it in fact until she noticed Amakusa there as well before he was grabbed by that familiar man they had seen before, that man who looked so much like her older brother aside from the clothes and eyes, but he had been out to kill her back then. But they had killed him together, so why was he here again now? And he was holding Amakusa there like that too by his throat-- at least Ange knew Amakusa had defeated the guy last time with his magic, so maybe he could just do the same thing again now, get it over with.

For a moment she stopped struggling when she heard him speak up, glaring in the direction where he was standing with Amakusa. "Why are you even here..?!"

Battler tightened his hold on Amakusa, and he could hear the guy choking to try and breathe. He was stronger than before however Bernkastel hadn't anticipated that Amakusa would attack him like that and kill him previously, so she may have granted him more power this time around, along with a second life.

While he was holding the man, he turned to look at Ange, smirking, "...I told you before, I want to rip your limbs off and hear you scream. But first..."

He turned to Amakusa, delivering a blow to his gut- and the silver-haired man let out a cry when he was hit. Amakusa knew how to handle this guy though, after he was let go and he regained some composure, he suddenly had a pistol in his hand, and he aimed it at the guy- firing...!

...And then nothing. He fired at him, he heard the shot, but the he noticed a rather intimidating looking barrier around him. He was granted more power indeed... Battler chuckled at his attempts, he reached out and grabbed the pistol, crushing it in his hand. He then brought his hand back, slamming it into Amakusa's face, and the man stumbled. He attacked him again and again, punching him, kicking him, using the power of darkness itself to ensnare Amakusa and tear bits off.

The poor bodyguard... was dripping with blood.

At first she couldn't even do or say anything, frozen in the mere shock of seeing him like that. No, not again, this couldn't happen again, he had already nearly died for her once, and-- now this Battler was stronger yet again, strong enough to take on Amakusa's magic powers? No, she didn't just want to watch again as he was hurt, completely beaten up and bleeding..

"Amakusa..!" Suddenly Ange found her voice again, shouting out his name even though it wouldn't help anything. She just wanted to get away from the goats and go over to him, even if she wasn't any match against the other guy and wouldn't be able to do anything.. She should at least try to do something, anything at all, instead of just standing here and watching as he was tortured. It hurt her too much right in the heart, especially knowing it was all for her sake that he was dragged into all this to start with. It almost felt like she was the one being hit with how much it hurt, really.

So she uselessly struggled against the goat's grip, but no matter how much she tried she couldn't get away a single inch away from them. Was it really all useless? No, she refused to believe that, didn't want to believe that.. "Stop..!" The usual deadpan in her voice was completely gone in these shouts, her usual walls that kept her from being hurt all dropped. She just wanted him to be alright-- "Leave him alone! Don't.. don't hurt him anymore!" Even if she knew they wouldn't listen to her, she had to say it, had to try out of sheer desperation.

He was in pain, that much was evident. It was hard to focus, every time he tried to regain composure and see just where this man was he felt another strike of his fist, or a kick attack him and render him useless once again. Amakusa felt pain from every hit, and the way he was using the darkness was beyond painful, he was able to literally use it as a weapon, as anything he desired. It was a claw at one point, ripping his coat and the front of his clothes- exposing some flesh and even more red seeping out and spilling all over the floor. Amakusa managed to block a hit, and then threw a punch- actually hitting Battler.

It was a quick and meaningless victory, since after that Battler went at him again. Amakusa felt a knee to his gut, and he was down. He was on the ground, and Battler was kicking him over and over again.

The two men both heard Ange screaming, and Amakusa felt like worthless furniture for not being able to defeat him. Battler on the other hand... he stopped. He removed his foot from the other man, and then turned to look back to look at her. He had Amakusa's blood all over him, and he could hear the man on the ground panting.

"....What? I'll stop if you'll... cooperate with me for once. No more running away or trying to hit me, my dear sister."

She completely choked up after the screaming. First screaming had still been feasible, moreso than talking since it required less thought, but.. she couldn't even do that much anymore as she watched Amakusa getting further and further beaten up by the man who looked like her brother. All that blood, she could even see it all over Battler.. He must be in so much pain, and it was all because of her, and she couldn't even do anything to help him while she was held captive by this. She felt her eyes watering up a little, but quickly grit her teeth. Don't cry, that would be exactly what he wanted, it would only serve to amuse him more, but.. even as she told herself not to, it was hard while seeing the man she loved nearly being beaten to death like this.

But then she heard the guy make that offer. For a moment she bent her head to think about it - and maybe to avoid the sight of Amakusa in so much pain for a moment, even if it was unfair to him, it was the only way to keep the slightest possibility for some rational thought. But it was only natural to accept that offer, she couldn't think otherwise. Amakusa had told to not think of herself as a sacrifice, but there was no other option here either way, right? If she didn't do it, he would just be beaten to death here like this, in this much pain.. Besides, Amakusa should know how stubborn she was by now, even in her self-sacrificing tendencies. Seeing him die or even being hurt like this was enough to hurt her more than anything, so.. in the end, nothing Battler would do to her could be worse. As long as she could keep Amakusa alive..

"... Fine." She only glanced up slightly at that, her voice resigned. "If you leave Amakusa alone.. f-for real, this time." She glared a little at that - last time she agreed he had just immediately shot her bodyguard, after all. "Then I promise."

"A...Ange-san no..."

Amakusa tried to lift his head up look up at her, to tell her not to do this. He was just furniture, and her bodyguard- he was meant to die in the face of danger when it came down to it. He wasn't dragged into this like she thought, he was brought in because he wanted it too- he wanted to be with her as well. Amakusa was weak, he was broken- he wanted to kill this guy but for some reason... after being in hell, going up against that arch angel, his powers had been diminished. He needed some rest. But... like that could happen, he had to keep on pushing.

When Battler attempted to walk towards Ange, Amakusa reached out to him, grabbing his leg and tried to prevent him from going. Battler just scoffed and kicked off his hand- and continued on his way. He walked over to Ange, scanning her as she was still in the clutches of those goats. He smirked, raising a hand to her chin, making her look at him.

"....Maybe I'll kill you later, for now..." and with that, he forcibly placed his lips upon hers. The goats had let go, and Battler was now going for that ribbon of hers, removing it. He placed his hands on her waist, pulling her against him in a vulgar motion. She wasn't going to enjoy this, he would make sure of that.

This wasn't what she had expected. When she had seen him walking over to her like that, Ange had already been mentally preparing herself a little for it. She was sure he would make that knife from last time appear again, or hurt her in any other way, but.. she didn't expect him to kiss her so forcefully out of nowhere. She could have handled it if he had just hurt her, especially if she reminded herself it was for Amakusa's sake. But this.. aside from the fact that this was a guy she barely knew yet felt nothing but hatred for or the fact she hadn't ever done anything remotely romantic before with anyone but Amakusa, he looked like her brother as well to top off the hideousness of the action.

She sputtered a little at first, trying to move back and pull away when she was released by the goats, but then she was immediately pulled back by her ribbon and then his grip on her waist, pulling her back like that-- Ange blushed, but it wasn't any good kind of embarassment, rather a very uncomfortable kind. Almost out of instinct she nearly made her leg shoot forward to kick him, but then she remembered - she had to obey him, or otherwise he would start taking everything out on Amakusa again.

But this was horrible, she didn't want this at all, the only person she loved was Amakusa and he was the only one she wanted to do something like this with. Besides, how far was he going to go, considering he was already pulling off her ribbon like that?

At last Ange managed to move her head back a little so their lips wouldn't be touching for even longer - every moment seemed like an eternity of torture - the shock and the feeling of being uncomfortable clearly on her face. "W-- what are you doing..?" Even if the answer was obvious, she couldn't think of anything else to say in this state.

( ooc: internet died so typing from phone, forgive my mistakes.. also so upset I couldn't do more thread-chan before bed I was legitly pissed and sad nngghh X| )

He liked it when she was resisting like that, it only excited him more. But he also liked the feel of her, the taste of her lips against his own. Everything about her was amusing and entertaining at the same time. He wanted to feel more of this rush, this wonderful feeling that was washing over him as he continued to pull her against him- he wanted her to see just how vulgar he could be.

What was he doing...? Please, like it wasn't obvious. He had known that the two of the had shared a kiss before, her and that mutt lying on the ground. But, they hadn't done anything else, no firsts... he wanted to steal that all away from her, so even if they did make it out alive- she would be ruined. She would be sullied and hopefully defeated from what he planned to do to her, in front of the man she loved no less. He smirked, and he grabbed her.

Battler grabbed her by the arms and pulled her so she was now facing Amakusa, and he was standing behind her. He began to reach around her to her front- and began to undo the buttons to her jacket. He removed that belt of hers, and soon that jacket had been tossed to the side.

"...You should know what I'm doing, and I'm going to make you watch him bleed out while I do it."

He was sick, he was so mad that they had gotten the better of him last time, so he wanted all of them to suffer and rot in this hell of a fragment forever. Battler wrapped an arm around her, his fingers moving past her stomach and pulling her against him yet again. He then went to her neck, pulling away her hair and he began to kiss at the flesh.

Meanwhile- Amakusa was... getting more than pissed about this.

Seeing the man on the ground there was like a double torture. First of all there was the pain and guilt again at seeing just how hurt he was, how beaten up by the same man who was slowly starting to undress her now, moreso than she had ever seen him other than the last time this Battler popped up. And then of course on the other hand there was the fact that she didn't want him to see this, she didn't want him to look because even with how bad it already was in general Ange didn't want the man she loved to see how she was--

Before she could even finish her train of thought she felt Battler grabbing her once again, bringing them closer again - the very touch almost managing to make her shudder slightly in fear, nervosity for what was about to come, and then she felt him on her neck, kissing her there like that. "S-- stop.." There wasn't anything physical she could do against him, but at the very least she wanted to do something, anything to make him stop this, it was like torture. Her voice was much softer than usual and completely lacked its usual deadpan, instead sounding much more vulnerable and almost a little broken, something much more honest to her inner self than she usually showed. If this already felt so bad, then she dreaded to see what would happen if he would go further - she didn't want that at all, not with any man other than Amakusa and especially not in front of him like this. Maybe if she would hope hard enough, he wouldn't do for the rest of her clothes as well, she could only hope that.

Ange tried to blink away the tears that were forming in her eyes at all of this as she watched Amakusa lying there with all that blood. "Amakusa, don't-- hngh, d-don't look.." It would only hurt him, hurt her, so even if this situation was horrible to start with maybe that would make it just slightly better. She tried to move her body a little to escape from Battler, but that was useless. His grip on her middle was just too strong, so even though she loathed the feel of his lips on her neck she couldn't do anything about it.

That's right, he wanted to see her cry- he wanted to hear her scream when he ravaged her in front of the man she cared for. This was perfect, all too perfect. He was grinning yet again, kissing her neck and sucking on the flesh lightly. He reached around to her front once more, and he went to the bottom of her blouse, beginning to unbutton what was left of her clothes. But wait... after about three buttons, he had ceased that. He mustn't be so hasty, he had to savor this- he had to make her squeal before he actually went in for the main attraction.

"Oh no, you had better watch this Amakusa- watch as your master is defiled..."

Battler grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he whispered into her ear, "I'm not your lover, you won't enjoy this at all." With that, he smirked- and he then pushed her. He still had his hand tangled up in her hair, but he had pressed her to the ground. She was forced on her stomach, and he pressed her head into the ground as his hand went down to her skirt, and then her thigh. He ran his hand along her- and the excitement wouldn't stop building.

As Amakusa watched her, he couldn't stop this burning desire within him. He was angry, he was furious- he was the most enraged he had ever been. The woman he loved was about to be sullied by another man, and what could he do? Just lay on the floor and bleed out? That wasn't about to happen. He attempted to get up, placing his hands on the ground and forcing himself up off it at least a little bit. He coughed up more blood, seeing it splatter on the floor in front of him. He was staring down at the ground, breathing heavily. He had tried to restrain it- but there was no point, he... wanted to kill that man. He wanted to rip him limb from him, he wanted to see him suffer for even touching Ange.

Soon, that furniture had begun to change, he started to morph into that form of a werewolf- becoming much bigger and stronger than he was before. He still possessed some magical powers, but his raw bloodlust for the man in the room was overwhelming. He was down on all fours, and he turned to the man. He let out a growl, and then a savage sound escaped him- that snarl directed at the piece, at the copy. With that, he took off into a sprint at him- and when he was in front of Ange, he jumped at the man, his massive teeth sinking into his disgusting flesh, and Ange might be able to hear the sounds of tendons and muscle being viciously bit down upon.

Her body stiffened up as she felt him starting to work on the buttons of her blouse too now. If he would get that far, she would already be half naked with only her bra to protect herself, not to mention he was still sucking on her neck like that in such a disgusting manner. So there was actually a sort of relief when she felt he wasn't going higher up after a few buttons.. but it was not long-lasting, considering she was shoved on the ground right after. He didn't even have to tell her, she already knew she wouldn't enjoy any of this, the agony of having someone other than Amakusa doing all this to her, molesting her.

But she couldn't do anything, she couldn't even lift her head from the ground with the way Battler was pushing it down on the ground so hard. Ange was determined to at least not try to show now how much she hated all of this, hated him, how she felt weak and scared and utterly helpless as she felt his hand sneak over her thigh, sending shivers up her spine and letting out a helpless squeak.

Although then something happened she didn't expect at all, because even from her position on the ground like that she could see Amakusa getting up from where he was lying, even though he was so badly hurt. When she noticed him spitting out blood she wanted to plead to him to not push himself further even though he was that hurt, even if it was for her sake. More than anything Ange didn't want to see him getting even more hurt than he already was, even as she was about to have her first time taken from her like this, that important thing she had only wanted to give to the man who.. ... was transforming?

Ange's sad look, bordering on despair, changed into surprise as she noticed the man changing forms, even though she had already seen him doing it before. But there was something different about it this time, something even more ferocious. It was Amakusa, and yet.. that sound was not human in the slightest, more like a beast out for blood, and shivers ran down her spine once again. And when he ran at them and heard that sound-- she hadn't heard a sound like it ever before, but she could guess what it was, especially with the way Amakusa had been running at them in his werewolf form. He must have been biting Battler, and at least that slacked the man's grip on her head enough to make her able to at least turn her head and look at them.

"A-- Ama..?" The first syllables of his name flowed out of her mouth immediately out of sheer surprise.

He didn't hear her, Amakusa didn't hear anything else around him besides the sound of flesh being torn into as he bit down even harder on the man's shoulder. Battler cried out in pain, and he made an attempt to punch Amakusa in the gut- but he was too strong now, that was barely anything to him. He was driven by a thirst for blood, and this hunger couldn't be satisfied unless he ripped this man to shred's. He turned with Battler in his mouth- and tossed him. Battler flew to the other side of the room, like he was nothing more than a toy to Amakusa now. The wolf growled at him again, snarling- and he ran up to the man in purple.

"W..what the hell...?! I wasn't told about this-! Heh...heheyhahaa... aah..." he laughed bitterly to himself as he tried to stand, seeing that monster coming towards him again.

Amakusa swiped at him, and he hit his stomach, his claws tearing through his flesh easily. Battler's entrails had spilled out of him, and were now all over the floor. Amakusa didn't even know if Ange could see this, but he didn't care- he was too set on wanting to kill this man. There was blood everywhere, a mixture of his own and Battler's as he went towards him, jumping on top of him and he soon bit down on him again, tearing at his neck. He ripped out his neck, clawed at his body- and soon the man didn't even have a head. Amakusa had devoured bits and pieces of his flesh, tossing it aside. After that was over with, he growled yet again, staring at the pile of meat underneath him.

The wolf turned, and he could barely even be called Amakusa anymore- he was purely out for blood. He was looking past Ange, at the goats behind her, but it could have been seen as looking at her. He ran again, and he went right past her, going for the goats. In a matter of seconds he had jumped on them, tore them apart, and chomped down. They weren't a match for him. This is why Amakusa was always so hesitant to transform into this creature, he was afraid if he ever tasted blood he would lose it. Right now, that was evident.

Ange couldn't even bring herself to move as she watched all of it. It was just too shocking, it made her completely freeze up on the spot she was lying on the ground still, only lifting herself up a little so she would be able to watch it in the first place. The way he was running around, and tearing up Battler like it was nothing.. that wasn't human, there wasn't anything human about it, it was only something a real beast would do without any sense of humanity. But.. it was Amakusa, right..? He had just transformed, but it was still Amakusa, so why was he acting this violent, like he didn't even think straight anymore? Even though he killed Battler like that, completely tore him up..

By now Ange was splattered with blood as well, there was no escaping it in this room with the way the wolf had ripped Battler apart, his blood splattering on everything in the room. Shaking a little at the thought of Amakusa acting like this, Ange slowly brought up her fingers to her cheek to wipe away the blood-- but instead when she saw it on her fingers now as well her breathing turned a bit shaky too in the shock.

For a moment she was convinced he would go for her now - even though she knew this was still Amakusa, even if he was acting like this (maybe that had just been the only way to defeat this Battler), so he wouldn't hurt her.. right? - but then he jumped past her and tore up the goats as well. Now.. it was just the two of them left in the blood-splattered room, and all Ange could do was stare at the wolf with wide eyes, as if she was in disbelief.

"Amakusa..?" As she called out his name her voice was very soft - no more than a whisper, almost, as if something bad would happen if she were louder. "What.. are you doing? You didn't have to.. to kill them like that, right..?" She swallowed thickly, forcing herself to not take her eyes off the wolf there even if it was difficult. She wanted to believe Amakusa was still in control and this was all just a misunderstanding, anything that wasn't real, but.. Ange could barely even breathe now. Why did she suddenly feel so scared..?

"P-please, tell me.. you're not losing yourself, are you..?"

Lose himself...? He felt like he was already lost. He glanced around at the bodies that laid before him, and he was breathing heavily even still. His claws twitched, and he felt like he wanted more. He needed more- he wanted to rip up even more people, taste even more of their blood.... he couldn't help this thirst that was coursing through him.

He heard something though, and it sounded like Ange, like his master. Why was she here again...? He could hardly think, his head was pounding so hard- he felt like if he didn't tear up more people then he would just explode. He turned to look at her, blood dripping from his mouth, practically his entire body was drenched with the crimson liquid. He snarled at her too, sauntering over to her with a stare that only spelled death.

Amakusa began to crave her blood, he felt as though he had to have it. When he was over to her, he reared his head back, howling. Once that was done, he went down on all fours again, moving closer to her- coming over top of her directly. He was hovering over her, looking down at her with complete want, and this lust was different from Battler's, it was just out for blood. He growled at her again, and the blood that was coating his body was dripping down from him- covering her white blouse in that color, even more blood went to her face as well.

Then he brought his claw up and above her, looking like he was about to slash at the girl beneath him.

When he came closer to her, she already didn't have time - or energy - to stand up anymore, not this quickly. Instead she at least rolled her back, so she would be able to face him while lying down like that. It was a decision she started to regret instantly though, considering she had to stare up to that expression on the wolf's face, like it just wanted to see blood, and feel the blood slowly dripping down on her as well. Then.. after everything, it was going to end like this? They made it through everything else, but now she was going to die here, killed by her own bodyguard, her own furniture, her own lover? Would she be slashed up and chomped on like Battler or those goats, like she was nothing to him, just like they had been nothing but enemies to him?

... But even so.. the thought of being torn apart like that didn't compare to the pain she was feeling now, the pain of having to see him like this. This wasn't like Amakusa at all, he had never been so bloodthirsty, never so inhuman. "Amakusa.. Stop, please.." Her voice now seriously started to shake heavily, and she could feel tears starting to well up in her eyes again. Except this time she couldn't even blink them back or try to force them down. She didn't even care about keeping up any sort of strong front right now, instead letting them roll down her cheeks as she stared up at him still, her heart in the clutches of fear and despair.

When he brought up his claw, she knew it would be over. All he had to do was move it down and she'd be gone with one well-aimed slash, and then.. what would happen then? He would tear her apart too and have to live as a wolf like that forever, constantly in bloodlust and always all alone? She didn't want that for him either, so maybe she just had to remind him. Remind him that he wasn't a wolf, not some wild beast, but that the human who had spent so much time with her was him as well.

That's right, the guy who had always been grinning and laughing, completely having fun over the smallest of things like driving the car and listening to jazz music, who constantly teased and annoyed her on purpose but who, even so, had always been by her side and had become the man she loved more than anything.

"Stop.." That's right, to remind him of the person he once was.. what would be a better way than to just use that name, the one she had never used before? "Stop, Juuza!" Ange seriously felt out of breath now, her chest moving up and down as she still tried to get some air in her system. The tears didn't stop coming either.

And.. well, if she was going to die here either way..

Ange slowly reached up her hands to the wolf's face, apparently not even caring about all the blood or the sharp teeth by now - they didn't mean much compared to the idea she might be dead in another moment, either way. "Or at least.. let me first tell you t-that.. I love you." She managed to weakly put said hands on the side of his face, letting out a slight sob-like sound. "No matter what."

Stop, Juuza.

Those words for some reason had begun to ring in his mind, over and over again. It was like something snapped at that moment, and he wasn't exactly sure what just yet. He was... he was... human- right? Yeah, he was. He was her furniture, he was someone who was supposed to protect her, not hover over her like some kind of literal beast and make her cry. It wasn't quite connecting with him just yet though, he merely paused at her words.

As he stared down at her, he saw those tears rolling down her face, and it hurt him to see her like that. Why did it hurt him so much...? He wanted blood, he wanted to feel her blood- to taste it... and yet, that wasn't right. He kept telling himself to stop, telling himself that this wasn't right and to lower his arm. Sure enough, after a few more moments passed he lowered that claw of his and placed it on the ground beside her. She was begging him to stop, and ...he remembered now, he had transformed into this beast to try and prevent her from being defiled. That ship was long sailed- he had killed Battler, ripped him apart completely, and soon went for the goats who had even tried to scramble to escape. He had never tasted blood before, and this was the result of that.

And when she touched him, crying over just how terrifying he was to her- his eyes widened. What was he doing...? This wasn't right, it wasn't right at all. He had stopped snarling, and he was now looking down at her, his ears pushed down to his head and he was certain his tail was even between his legs. He felt... terrible, he felt like a horrible human being. Instead of growling he let out a small whine at what had just happened. This wasn't.... this wasn't suppose to end like this. She wasn't supposed to be in tears, or having to resort to screaming at him to stop- telling her she loved him in such a dire state.

Soon, he had allowed his body to relax and he changed back into that human self, that man known only as Amakusa... he was over top of her, still covered in blood, but he only had guilt and hurt in his eyes. Slowly, he brought his hand up to hers that was on his cheek, and he tried to speak but... it was difficult.

"...I....I'm so sorry ...Ange," no more honorifics, he actually said her name, just her name, "I love you too... I lost myself for a bit there..."

The moment she saw him slowly stopping his attack, and then even changing from that wolf form back to his normal self.. a wave of relief washed over her instantly, knowing that it'd be alright now, he remembered. He was fully himself again, just the way she remembered that man. And that feeling of relief, how glad she was that he was himself again, was enough to make her cry further, although this time the tears involved were tears of happiness. He wasn't just out for blood anymore, he was just that more normal man again. Somehow Ange felt like she couldn't stop crying no matter what, and for a moment she closed her eyes even as the tears continued, feeling the frightened and sad feelings wash away for the most part because of this. He was even calling her by her name without any honor⁯ific, just like she had done to him to make him remember..

"Juuza.." She repeated his name inbetween the sobs, it was hard to talk like this but she wanted to repeat it all the same, as if just repeating it would be enough to instantly make things better like they had just now.

Even though his hand was covered in blood.. it felt warm on top of her own hand, and she was already covered in blood either way so she didn't mind. It was okay as long as they could just touch like this, a reminder of how he was here, actually on her side and not out to kill her.

"You're back, t-.. thank god.." She was far from her usual deadpan self with the way she was crying - happily, judging from that near-smile through the tears - but she didn't seem to care, all she cared about right now was him.

He still felt awful about all this... Amakusa wasn't the type to ever show his feelings outwardly- no he was a sly individual. He would always keep everything inside, just thinking and mulling to himself, but would always wear that same expression, that same smirk of his. There were no traces of such a thing on his features now though, there was just remorse.

Amakusa moved to hug her, the best he could considering the fact that she was on the ground and he was on top of her. He nuzzled in by he neck, and he just held her, trying to get her to calm down. He whispered into her ear that it was alright, that he was back, and that he wasn't going anywhere anymore. He was here for her, and only for her- and he felt sick for even making her this afraid.

It was odd to hear her calling him Juuza, but at the same time reassuring. She trusted him, and cared for him enough to call him by his first name, to openly express how close they were. He was truly sorry for all of this... he just hoped they could be together like Bern said.

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dont worry i got you babe

i got this you got this my koz is by my right

friday

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