[In essence, they've been running in a circle. A short one, and with no curves to speak of, but a circle nevertheless. The cat mews at him again when Aoba stops to look, and then walks through the wall. In its wake, it illuminates another path, as if the wall wasn't solid, but opening up like the mouth of a cavern.
[Other than the blazing fire of the small cat, illuminating everything in its immediate vicinity, and a little bit then some, it's completely dark.
[In the darkness, the cat seems much bigger than it really is, with the warmth it casts along the uneven walls, each strand of fur delicately articulated like a real one rather than one made of flames.
[Cats are truly Touma's deepest passion, after all. When it mews at Aoba, its voice is more audible.
[In here, it's damp and humid, but Touma's voice is louder, echoing as if nearby whenever it rings out. In here, his attacker's voice is muffled.]
Please die...! I don't want to die! I don't want to give up!
[Disjointed, as if not a part of the same consciousness, Touma's voice continues,] This sucks. Just.. Aoba... Aoba, I... I want to be good enough for you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm like this. I'm... sure you're just revolted by me. I guess, me reaching out to you was too much. The date... doubtless I've ruined it.
Why do I have to think of this bastard now? With my own two hands, with my voice, my conviction, I... I threw him in jail where he belongs.
Even now he ruins what I'm trying so hard to build in life, and I don't know how to stop it. I'm sorry, Aoba. I'm... I'm sorry that you've wasted valuable time with me. I'm sorry that I'm broken, that I'm...
I've come so far. Why can't I move past it fast enough?
Aoba, dating you... I've felt happy. So very happy. In ways I didn't know I could feel.
Even if you never take my hand again -- you have your reasons for rejecting me, I know. Please... just this last time, help me...?
Please help me.... I'll leave your life afterward. I just. I don't want to drown in this again....
So... you're in love with Aoba? [The attacker's voice from before rang out clearly behind him.] What a pervert, going after someone almost a full decade younger than you. How could you want to be embraced by someone who will likely reject you as soon as he finds out you're not a real man?
No... he's already rejected you. In your hour of need, when you reached to him, he never took your hand, did he? You could see the disgust in his eyes, couldn't you? Don't worry. I'm the only one you'll ever have. I'm the only one who will never reject you. I'm the only one who understands that you didn't want to be born this way.
[Touma's voice doesn't answer, save for a soft, strangled sound.]
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[Other than the blazing fire of the small cat, illuminating everything in its immediate vicinity, and a little bit then some, it's completely dark.
[In the darkness, the cat seems much bigger than it really is, with the warmth it casts along the uneven walls, each strand of fur delicately articulated like a real one rather than one made of flames.
[Cats are truly Touma's deepest passion, after all. When it mews at Aoba, its voice is more audible.
[In here, it's damp and humid, but Touma's voice is louder, echoing as if nearby whenever it rings out. In here, his attacker's voice is muffled.]
Please die...! I don't want to die! I don't want to give up!
[Disjointed, as if not a part of the same consciousness, Touma's voice continues,] This sucks. Just.. Aoba... Aoba, I... I want to be good enough for you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm like this. I'm... sure you're just revolted by me. I guess, me reaching out to you was too much. The date... doubtless I've ruined it.
Why do I have to think of this bastard now? With my own two hands, with my voice, my conviction, I... I threw him in jail where he belongs.
Even now he ruins what I'm trying so hard to build in life, and I don't know how to stop it. I'm sorry, Aoba. I'm... I'm sorry that you've wasted valuable time with me. I'm sorry that I'm broken, that I'm...
I've come so far. Why can't I move past it fast enough?
Aoba, dating you... I've felt happy. So very happy. In ways I didn't know I could feel.
Even if you never take my hand again -- you have your reasons for rejecting me, I know. Please... just this last time, help me...?
Please help me.... I'll leave your life afterward. I just. I don't want to drown in this again....
So... you're in love with Aoba? [The attacker's voice from before rang out clearly behind him.] What a pervert, going after someone almost a full decade younger than you. How could you want to be embraced by someone who will likely reject you as soon as he finds out you're not a real man?
No... he's already rejected you. In your hour of need, when you reached to him, he never took your hand, did he? You could see the disgust in his eyes, couldn't you? Don't worry. I'm the only one you'll ever have. I'm the only one who will never reject you. I'm the only one who understands that you didn't want to be born this way.
[Touma's voice doesn't answer, save for a soft, strangled sound.]