"Haru-chan?" Haru looked up as the crate creaked open, a halo of light shining behind Makoto's head.

"You're awake? That's good." He murmured, grasping Haru slightly, yanking him up roughly before pinning him up against the wall.

"A-ah!" Haru cried out, scratching at Makoto's arms and hands as they pressed on his throat, blocking off his air.

"Why the fuck did you run from me?" He snarled, shaking Haru roughly when he didn't respond.
"Answer me!"

"Y-you killed them!" Haru yelled, tears brimming in his ocean eyes. "What should I have done?! Stayed with a sicko like you?!"

Makoto stilled for a moment, his head lowering,"is that what you see me as? A sicko?" He looked up, his face twisted in rage for a moment before it went blank, his eyes going dead, horrible emotions dimming in them, but his intent still danced within.

A grin soon formed on his face as he started to laugh.

"That's rich! Ha! A sikko? Me?!" He laughed harder and harder, his entire body shaking as he laughed before his face melted back into a stony glare of near pure hatred, one that Haru couldn't tell was for him or someone else.

"Then I hope you'll understand when I take you with me." He hissed, "you're mine, you always have been! And if you think that you can just leave me..." He chuckled, that chuckle turning into a giggle, that giggle reaching a full roar of laughter, his hands making huge bruises on his body.

"I'll kill your family!" He whispered giddily at the sight of Haru's horror stricken face.

And then, taking a screaming Haru over his shoulder as he walked out the door and out to a large truck where he tossed Haru inside, trapping him in bonds and duct tape.

"Stay still, my love~, we're gonna go somewhere where no one will think to find you."