[y/n] struggled for breath, struggled even more to release the liquid that was already about to enter her lungs. The urge to cough only aggravated the pressuring pain on her chest. Loosening the natural blocking of her airways or not- both would mean her certain death. She couldn't even scream for help. And if it weren't the water of her own hot bath that was going to kill her, it would be the male's hands which still held her neck in a firm lock, keeping her head underneath the surface. Through her awhirl and blurry view, the girl could see his face; his ardent hues that glowed so wild and torrid through the obscurity, like two dancing flames, burning brighter with every part the blackness started to take away from her field of vision. The dark fog crept from the corner of her eye into her sight, clouding and hazing her mind, taking her significations. The dull noises around her faded into nothingness; the lights and shadows melted together in one single shade of gray. For the captive it was not even sensible anymore how her motions became slower and weaker, the lack of oxygen exacerbating the weariness and effeteness.

Akito watched the female wriggling and squirming like a stranded fish on hot sand. Her strength and power to fight had surprised him at first- But now her disgraceful movements died down as fast as expected, leaving the boy with a frown of disappointment on his visage; even though her defeat was foreseen, he had hoped the entertainment would last a bit longer. Taking his hands off, he regarded how her lids closed slowly, covering her fear filled [e/c] eyes. Her arms floated on the surface while the rest of her form started to sink.

But in the moment the female's head hit the tub's ground, a suppressed thought popped in the boy's mind. A thought that caused his muscles to stiffen and eyes to widen:
Someone would need to explain the captive's death to Katsuro.
And there was nothing Katsuro detested more than someone breaking his toys.

Within the fewest of seconds Akito's hands had arrowed back into the water, grabbing whatever his fingers found first, dragging and pulling the lifeless being out of the well. Now the girl lay on the cold tiles- her face relaxed, her limbs motionless, her chest neither lifting nor lowering. The boy sat beside her, his palms clenched to fist, staring at the inactive individual and having no clue how to proceed. He examined her, searching for any hints that might confirm hope, pondering on whether the female had already passed the gate to the hereafter.
Nevertheless how much he tried to focus on the problem in front of him, his head was completely occupied with possible reactions of his leader and the following consequences, filling him with raging fear as any outcome seemed to end with a lot of pain and blood.

The redhead jumped up as the bathroom door flung open.
His eyes confronted bright blue ones.

Yasu firstly eyed the alerted redhead before his gaze landed on the person to his feet, his expression slowly changing from one of indifference to the mere definition of shock. The color left the bluehead's face as he became aware of the girl's unnatural posture- And its indicating meaning. The boy darted forward. Without further hesitation, Yasu grabbed the captive's chin, tilting her head backwards before bringing his ear close to her lips. 

The cyanhead's systemic lost its cramped tension. He felt his heart flutter in his chest, felt how it carefully dared to beat again. The faint and gentle breathing against his skin was so warm, so calming- He couldn't bring himself to let go of the girl's face even minutes after he had assured himself of her stable condition. He dwelled on his spot, quietly listening to the delicate rhythm of tender in- and exhales.

Akito surveyed the scene from a safe distance. The housemate's sudden and unannounced emergence irritated him. Still, it appeared to resemble what a common person would describe as "lucky" that the resident hadn't appeared a few moments earlier- Yet the flamehead was fully aware he would soon get in need of some good explanations for the relation between his presence and the captive's current status. He already took into consideration to use the member's state of distraction to secretly take his leave, if that wouldn't push him in an even more dubious position. His gaze followed how the boy carefully slung his arms around the female and lifted her up, gingerly carrying her spiritless being towards the exit. The closer the bluehead stepped to the door, the stronger became Akito's desire to jump up and thwart the male's department- To urge him to keep his mouth shut, to make him promise not to mention the events to anyone. Especially not to a certain blonde. His chest tightened and his knees quivered, but the redhead couldn't lose a word through his clenched teeth.

Before Yasu finally left the room, he shot one last glance towards his partner; conviction sparkling deep in the cold blue of his hues. Akito was abandoned in loneliness: tearing his scarlet hair, cursing his slowness, praying that his housemate would keep his lips sealed and wishing a soon end of the captive's existence.

Gently, fragilely, with the tenderness of a butterfly's wing stroke, the mellow chimes travelled into the girl's consciousness. They guided her mind further and further out of its dormant state, soon aligned to a delicate melody that slowly lead the captive's body into wakefulness. Fluttering a few times, her lids finally parted. [y/n], after eventually entering half- awake awareness, awoke in a lying position, facing the ceiling. A quiet humming reached her ear. Looking for warm and light symphony's source she realized the close presence of a silver haired boy; his orbs closed, his hand placed on her forehead, her head itself resting on the male's lap. The female blinked a few times before fully sorting the conditions. Once again, she woke up in a different place than she had fallen asleep in. Or had faded out.

In a flash, [y/n] was on her feet. In heaviest panic and trepidation she scanned the living room, her frightened eyes searching for hues of red that would cause her to attack without the slightest moment of indecision. The redhead's face penetrated her mind, her throat tightened as the pictures of their last togetherness took her back underneath the water surface. Her hands clutched her neck as she felt the pressure of the male's fingers on her skin- Her heartbeat accelerated; her respiration turning into hypoventilation. Yet Akito's form was nowhere detectable.

Shiro gaped at the girl that had suddenly freed herself from his presence in a split of a second. With wide eyes he watched how the female's restless gaze roamed through the quarters, every part of her body signalizing highest alert, her stance showing combat readiness. "[y/n]...? Watch out, you should rest- [y/n]!"

The whitehead couldn't even finish his warning as the captive's legs suddenly lost their strength. The startled girl prepared herself for the collision with the ground- But the expected pain never arrived in her nerves. Confused about the missed impact, [y/n] noticed the arms which were slung around her waist, supporting her tilted body and keeping it in a secure position. She looked up at the pale silver hues, greeted by a soft smile. In the next second, Shiro's hands were forcefully slapped away.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

The boy starred in shock at the female whose whole being signified warning and fear, from her risen fists to the tears sparkling in her [e/c] orbs. The captive continued to back away, not taking her focus off him for the slightest blink. Concern and helplessness took over as the male sensed her already critical state still aggravating, not able to find any words that could calm her and convince her of his innocent intentions. Shiro gulped and slowly raised his hands in a defensive manner, attempting to sedate the girl with showing his passivity. "It's okay [y/n], I won't do anything to you..."

Both of the tensed individuals winced as the forceful opening of a door echoed through the basement. The silverhead's eyes widened in sudden anxiety as he recognized the figure walking down the hallway, approximating the scene with firm paces. His head turned back to the captive, the panic rising with every step the person came closer. "[y/n], go in your room, now..."

"The hell I will-"

"NOW!"

[y/n] jerked at the sudden force the whiethead put in his vocals, only then realizing the misgiving and fright that was carved in his visage. A second later, she caught sight of its trigger. Her heart sunk to the ground.

Katsuro appeared in the living room, arms crossed, lowering down at the troublemakers with a dark shadow on his eyes and a portentous grin on his lips. His blond locks were ruffled in all directions, barely ordered- A dressing gown of black silk loosely slung around his body, barely covering the skin up to his torso. It was obvious he just had left the bed; his sleep interrupted by the petrified people who voicelessly stared at him.

"May I ask what business you might have here at this hour?"His vocals hovered though the hall, eying them like a carnivore predestinating his victim.

"No, you may not."

Neither was the captive in a mood to think before she did let her tongue run loose, nor did her fear- driven condition allow her to be capable of calculating the consequences. But she instantly wished to vanish into thin air as the man caught her with a sharp, piercing gaze. Her muscles cramped up and her nails dug in her palms as every limb of her being built up the required tension and strength for a possible attack. Katsuro examined her from head to toe. His smile had disappeared. Slowly, dauntingly, every step taken with consideration and purpose, he began to approximate the agitated female. [y/n] instinctively reacted to his movements, setting her feet in whatever direction would grant her the biggest distance.

Every passing second of unbreakable eye- contact caused the captive's heartbeat to fasten. She sensed her pulse thrumming in every vein of her body. Her mouth had dried out, her tongue felt heavy and swollen. Her back hit something solid, cold. Terror arose from her interior and crawled up her spine as the girl perceived the wall behind her, detaining her from widening the interstice between her and the approaching man. Hastily, [y/n] glanced around. Time was running out. The blonde had restricted every route escape with his planed and intended paces. There was no chance of fleeing left.

The female's jaw was grabbed roughly, her head swiftly pressed against the mural. The man who now stood only one arm's length away daggered her with his lethal, sparkling green hues. The pressure of his grasp grew strong and violent enough to soon break the bones that were necessary to hold her face together. Waves of pain rushed through her skull; tears stung her eyes. And with every attempt she made to free herself or attack her opponent- It only intensified. Katsuro moved closer, reducing the vicinity to a minimum. Not even a finger would fit in the now barely visible gap between their noses. She sensed his breath on her skin, his glowing orbs fully enchaining her.

"I think you're not quite aware of your place, my dear" His voice was secure, low, yet unsettling soft, almost as if he was admonishing a little child. A shiver ran down her spine as the man's visage moved even closer, his cheek brushing her own. "I might be in need to teach you a lesson"

[y/n]'s mouth was still compressed by the leader's hand. She already perceived the compression on her skin, flesh and bones, every elapsing second diminished her trust in her jaw's stability. A choked off scream passed through her lips, a tremulous sensation shot through her form as the force suddenly increased. Katsuro looked down at her with a sardonic grin, amusement flickering in his iris. "The next time you can't control that loose tongue of yours, I will find a pleasant way to make this pretty lips shut up for a long, long time."

The captive grunted and panted as the male finally let go off her, taking a few steps backward to grant her space to catch her breath. The burning wrath made her tremble as she repeatedly shot death glares at the tall aggressor. The blond however only smiled down at the shivering girl who could barely restrain herself from jumping at his throat.

"You better take some rest." Katsuro demanded with a bitter smile. "I will see you in a few hours, my dear" With those words, he departed from the area.

After [y/n] had finally torn her gaze away from the leader's back she desired and promised herself to stab one day, she eyed the pale boy who shifted from one foot to the other, awkwardly gliding his fingers through his messy silver locks. Shiro slightly winced as he noticed her piercing look.

"M-Maybe... Maybe you should really go back to sleep, [y/n]." He stuttered, obviously feeling highly uneasy in the murderous girl's focus.

The female's [e/c] hues stayed on his figure for a long pause of consideration. Her body was still incited by the adrenaline the rage and fear had triggered, but its effect would soon start to vanish and create space for all the pushed aside prostration and despondency. Eventually, she sighed. Shiro took the captive's approaching as accordance and opened the massive metal door for her, his eyes following her form as she stepped inside the small quarters. The captive stopped in front of the mattress, starring at the chaotic textiles. The smell of her own sweat crawled in her nose. A dark red stain stuck to the wall. Her gaze travelled down to her hand, finding blood and scratches, scraps of loosened skin on her knuckles. She had totally forgotten about the smarting wound she had caused to herself in the haze of her nightmare.

"[y/n]"

The female turned around to the light voice that insecurely called out her name. The whitehead still lingered in the frame, his eyes straying anywhere apart from her face. "I hope... I hope you have a nice slumber." Before the door was plenary locked, a timid whisper hovered through the small gap: "Call me if you need anything."

In the last remains of the day before nightfall would reawaken the life in the building, [y/n] hadn't closed her eyes for more than one hour of fairly restorative sleep. As heavy footsteps approached the entrance, announcing the male who would force her to begin the nightly interactions, the girl found no other motivation than completely hiding herself underneath the sheets, hoping the intruder would simply leave her to her aloneness by the sight of her unavailable being. But the intruder was Isamu; and the ravenhead left no space for mercy in his methods of bringing the captive to the bathroom where she was supposed to get ready for whatever kind of actions were planned for her.

A short while later, [y/n] located herself in the basement's arsenal, haphazardly shifting around on the mats which filled the hall's centre, her eyes rambling through the area. A few seconds after her arrival, the door flung open once again.

Her lungs tightened .The air stayed stuck in her windpipe. Every single hair on her body arose as her gaze was captured by the person stepping in. Akito glowered down at her- his chin lifted, his teeth gritted, fury burning in his orbs.

With firm, daunting paces, the redhead approximated the female's radius. Their eyes stayed locked, highly concentrated on the slightest of each other's movements. Not one single detail missed the girl's tensed focus. For the period of a blink, she let her look stray away, checking the distance to the exit and calculating her chances of a possible escape. As she turned back to her opponent, Akito already darted towards her with increasing speed.

In a matter of seconds the flamehead had reached her, flinging his fist in her direction. There was no time left for eluding. Her hips swung around, ripping her centre out of the trajectory. Her hands clutched the arm that had barely missed its target, pulling while positioning her legs between the assailant's own. With the impact and velocity of his own attack, the boy swept off his feet.

Yet before his back hit the ground, a swift rolling movement prevented his body from sustaining damage and allowed him to regain his stance right away. Meanwhile, [y/n] had achieved some paces of abscission. Yet the male instantly returned with the same tempo. He aimed for her stomach once again- But this time, with his head forward. The girl was too puzzled by the unforeseen tackle, not capable to opportunely make out a way of counteracting. His arms slung around her waist. A wheezing hiss left her lips as the force crashed her to the floor, pressing the breath out of her lungs. The boy's weight buried her underneath him. Dizzy from the collision, she had no opportunity to react as he grabbed her arms, twisting them behind her dorsum. A sharp outcry echoed through the hall: The redhead placed himself on her back, using his heft to put pressure on her crossed bones.

"Not bad for the beginning. But you react too late" Akito suddenly heaved himself off the captive's form. [y/n] stared in bewilderment as the individual turned around, returning to the spot he had started from: "Try again."