Closer

So this has taken forever to finish edit and post but at last chapter 2 is here. Hopefully there won't be the same wait for chapter three. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2: The Truest Suffering

Suffering.

This pain, it wasn't his. Despite knowing this, it still snaked its way around his heart, twisting, constricting, and contorting. His thick fingers dug in to his shirt reaching to provide solace for his aching heart. Had they poisoned his meager food rations? No, supposedly there was a need for him. Then what could it be?

He lay back against the stone wall with a bit more force then necessary. God... It was so infuriating... this feeling... this pain. A heavy fist pound into the ground in hopes to alleviate this discomfort. It only caused more emotions to bubble up to the surface.

Fear.

A shiver ran down his spine. How do you deal with an emotion you don't ever have? He declared defiantly in his mind. Then another sickening emotion came up swallowing him whole.

Despair.

Ugh... it made him sick to his stomach. Though he was able to notice something familiar about the emotions. Something that wasn't fitting with himself. They were like the cries. Like in the bowling alley... and, and before... She's in pain. Someone has caused her so much suffering and grief.

"Aya..." his voice was rough and the single syllable word moved harshly against his throat. He swallowed to alleviate this feeling, but to no avail the forming knot in the bottom of his throat was stuck in place. While he may push her away, say the cruelest things, and find her generally a pain in the ass... He still found himself with a soft spot for the golden haired spaz that was, by her own words, his betrothed.

He told himself over and over it was just her sister he wanted, but this series of pained emotions he was getting from her was more than enough to make his blood boil passionately. Knowing she was alone, scared and in so much pain. His once noticeable desire to leave this cell was now a feverish need. And then what hit him next forced a stream of cool liquid from his eyes down his cheeks and rage to pierce through his eyes. The most pathetic and stifled sounding whisper in his ear that made the hair on the back of his neck stand, "Souichiro...sama... save me..."

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Exhausted and sore she remained still and limp on the floor praying to no longer be noticed. Large salty tears raced over her cheeks falling onto the slimy damp floor. She made one last pathetic attempt at a cry for him in her mind, to come help her, one that she knew would not be answered. Too drained to resist she was finally permitted to rest, lulled to sleep only by the dripping noises her cell offered to her.

The door slowly creaked open sending in a stream of light. Out of reaction Aya's body stiffened and her eyes shut as tightly as she could manage. The soft click of heels on the concrete sounded through out the room getting louder until they finally stopped next to her limp body. She also noticed the shuffling of a few other pairs of feet, then silence that was quickly broken by a stern woman's voice.

"Filthy... Absolutely disgusting!"

There was a bit more rustling and shuffling then a resounding clank as she felt the metal clasps loosen their grip on her. Replaced by new, slightly warmer flesh oppressors.

"Take this to be cleaned and prepared for the feeding."

She shivered at the cold tone of the woman's voice as well as the fear of what her fate had in store for her.

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