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Date 27/6
Time: 8:30 am

"You crave sin.
You crave what is not yours,
and you will obey every single thing. For you belong to me."

Pale fingers ran slowly over bruised skin, sending tingles of pain climbing up Thoma's legs and up to his brain. " I came personally to pick you up my dejected little bunny. Aren't you happy to see me?"

Blonde Locks fell over teary green eyes that wept pearls of crystals, falling like hail onto the cemented floor of the alleyway. He had not wandered far, and yet here he was in the man's clutches, getting punished. " Did you tell that ginger anything of us, Thoma?" Lips spoke against him and the man could only bite at his own lower lip, for his hands were hung over his head by a pair of cuffs tangled to a metal pipe against the mossy brick wall. " Don't cry my little flower~ You're doing well so far, fooling her and yourself is quite amusing ~"

Warm lips locked with his, but he couldn't stop himself from shaking as the fabric fell to the floor, vest, and blouse undone and headband titled slightly. " M-master Ayato - " his words were muffled with a moan pouring into him like poison and leaving him weak in the knees, especially with the hands that ran over every inch of his chest and lower half as if he were on display for all to see. " P-please. . .My lady. My lady will find us."

"Beg me. Beg me to stop Thoma.
Let the world see how vile you are.
My lovely flower~"

***

Time 8:20 am

"I told you I don't want to get attached to anyone yet," pushing myself off the creaking armchair my shoulder brushed with Janet as I tried to escape yet another one of her lectures.

" I'm just saying it won't kill you to get to know them more, and this conversation is ironic since I already know about your little date with Childe," she scoffed as I made hast to the door and she took off one of her heels, lifting the shoe at me. " If you even think of opening that door I'm gonna yeet this at you!"

My fingers grazed over the handle and in a millisecond a red heel found itself missing my head by an inch. I legit felt the wind strength of that throw. The heel was still somehow intact, which only seemed to convince Janet to pull off her other heel and throw. This one I managed to block since my hand was quick to open the door and close it before I lost my head. Yeah, she wanted me to date someone THAT bad. She was not wrong. I more than anyone knew how much I was craving the comfort of a partner, the skinship, the company, the support, the love, but. . . It all seemed too unreal now, like something out of this world. My legs moved on their own and I was making my escape out of the changing rooms and to the dining room. However, I did catch a small glance of Janet tiptoeing awkwardly around everything in her black stockings and cursing me out with one of her high heels in hand, broken. Her face was raging red, matching the dress that hugged her figure.

"Lil Miss ~ " Childe purred, switching from sulking behind the counter to lightening up he reached out, probably going for a hug, but froze as if remembering something and pulled his arms back to his sides. " A weird lady is here and she seemed interested in our dear manager. . ."

The corner of his lips curved into a grin," and someone is feeling lonely and dejected."

"Not you too," I sighed and sank into one of the bar stools. " It's not that I didn't like it! I'm just not ready yet!"

Those blue eyes blinked in confusion a few times before he pouted in realization. " Lil miss, how could you assume I meant that goody two shoes? " He returned to sulking behind the counter and glanced at the dining room where a group of ladies sat. " We could find a place away from preying eyes~"

My face flushed red. "Away from preying eyes?" I repeated in-between stutters with him holding my stare and flinched at the sensation of his hand finding way over mine.

He knew he already had me wrapped around his fingers and god may damn me for being so weak to temptation. " A-another time, " I placed my hand over his and slipped my other hand away.

With a little growl, he reluctantly nodded while mumbling," I'm still taking you out to buy you that pie."

" You will . . ." I swallowed feeling a pinch in my chest.

"I'm just saying it won't kill you to get to know them more."

I cursed under my breath, before sighing. " I'm gonna go find Thoma. . . Do you want to help?" My voice lowered into a whisper, gaze wandering down to the ground.

Stop it stop it. I tore at the skin of my face mentally. " Sure~" he smiled again, but it felt. . .forced.

Alas he agreed, so there was no way of chickening out now. Just as I turned around and prepared myself to leave he sneakily slipped ahead and took his hand in mine. "Childe we're still at work you know," he sighed but he did not show any sign of planning to let go.

With a small chuckle, he led the way, pulling me along while not minding the stares we earned from the customers. " They don't know who you are so all is good ~" he cooed, pushing the entrance doors open and escorted me upstairs.

Part of me felt giddy watching him lead the way like a fancy butler, but that image was partly adjusted a little with the black bunny ears bouncing slightly with each step he took. It was adorable. Caught up in my daydream part of my brain seemed to forget how to climb stairs, leaving me to trip forward, my hand slipping out of the ginger's and I was barely able to save my face from pancaking on the stairs. That would have left me with an unscarred on my forehead to remind me of my idiocy.

" CAREFUL!" I was lifted off the floor by the waist in a second, a few inches of the ground and palms burning in pain, and the skin slightly scrapped off . . . That was gonna hurt a lot when I shower.

Childe carried me up the rest of the way like a purse, arm holding me firmly close to his hip. I was impressed by the muscle he had jacked up there. Did he also have abs by chance? That'd be hot. . . Would he let me touch them maybe?

"From earth to little miss ~" Childe snapped his fingers in front of my face. " Are you enjoying being carried like this? I'd keep at it but you're a bit heavy."

Heavy?! My feet found the hard cement surface and a big part of me was still trying to process the fact the ginger had indirectly called me fat. " I'm not that heavy . . . " I pouted and elbowed him in the ribs. " Anyway. . . Where is Thoma?."

I looked around the busy street but the blonde was not in sight at all. " You know. . . " Childe started, his gaze far off into the alley near the building which was horded by a group of men smoking and looking around as if waiting for someone. " I'm putting my bet on those guys. Wait for me here little miss~"

The ginger grinned in an uneasy manner, lifting up the sleeves of his blouse and took off his headband, handing it over to me, before running off. " CHILDE ! DONT DO ANYTHING STUPID!" I yelled chasing him through the crowd, barely being able to keep track of that fluffy ginger hair of his.

That maniac's hand had not even fully healed from punching glass, it was a miracle he could even still use it, but fighting was out of the question. I didn't want to cover up the expenses for medical care. Pushing past the hoard, I lost sight of him completely. . . That is until people began stopping and glancing at the commotion in the alleyway.

" I said I did not see him, now scram punk."

" Come gentlemen let's be reasonable," an all knowing chuckle filled the air and people passing began to mummer among each other. " You were holding his wallet I assumed you've seen him~"

I pushed past a couple therapy trying to avoid the commotion and found the slippery fox. He had irked one of the thugs, who had their grip onto the collar of his blouse. " I found it, what proof do you have that this is his wallet ?" The other man stuffed the wallet in his other hand into his pocket and shook Childe who kept smiling like a god damned nutcase.

"Excuse me sir I'm sorry ! He's. . . crazy !" I chuckled awkwardly, trying to pull the ginger away from the commotion by his arm. " He's a bit sketsophrinic please-"

" I slept with him, " Childe grinned from ear to ear cheekily.

I had no words and simply loosened my hold on his arm. Same thing applied to the thug, he just started at him like he grew a second head before his very eyes . . . And that was all it took for the ginger to gain an opening and bashed the bastard's face with his other good hand. The thug fell back without even managing a cry, a tooth falling out ;Childe however was not done and instead grabbed a fistful of the man's short black hair. " I'm gonna ask again ~ he grinned, fixing his bowtie. " Did you see the owner of the wallet ?"

Despite the whole change in the situation I was caught up in the words that had left Childe's mouth. He . . . Slept . . . With Thoma? The thought of the two men going at it seemed awefully too much for my braIhat was imagining everything in explicit detail to the point I could feel my face flush red. Suddenly looking at the cemented floor seemed far more interesting than the situation at hand. "Hey punk what's your deal?" Another one of the gang members spoke up, pushing himself away from the wall. "If you're looking for Thoma you're at the wrong spot. . . And excuse my champ here for stealing his wallet."

The guy was jacked and huge, with red tattooed lines peeking from the window of the tiger-patterned shirt and the golden bling over his pecks that were proudly puffed out. "But I'll make an exception. . . If you win against me," the grin on his face was not reassuring. " I, the great one and one Itto, challenge you to a beetle fight. You dare to test your honor against me?!"

" A beetle fight ?" I repeated, dumbfounded.

Childe's face however twisted into amusement, and suddenly I regretted telling him to come with me."So how do we play?"