GAY AS HELL - the-basement-oop

Pissing off Madara Mikejima was the one thing he knew he shouldn't do. Although the man was outwardly alright (well, somewhat -- he'd hung out with him on one or two occasions), Kanata's distaste for him made him shy away from any sort of social interaction with the man. His personality was loud, and abrasive, and although Kaoru didn't mind spending time with him, he knew it upset Kanata. And honestly? Kanata was one of the most important people in the world to him. They always had been, and he doubted that would ever change. Naturally, despite his best efforts, Kaoru always managed to fuck up. It had been one massive fuck-up. A slip in judgment from both him and Chiaki in the period of time following their individual interactions with Madara. He'd only gone for a hug, honestly, and to check on Chiaki (since he knew that the brunette wouldn't ever admit to being hurt). But things spiraled, they were both a little bit of a mess, and here he was. Sitting with a bunch of threats in his texts and desperately looking for a place to hide. Kaoru had been so grateful when HiMERU had offered him a place to hide for a bit, and as he darted into his room for the keys, he was expecting to be in and out in a heartbeat. The brief few moments he spent talking with HiMERU, however, were his downfall, and he realized soon after that the brief conversation truly had been life and death for him. With his phone clutched in one hand and his keys clutched in the other, he stepped out of the room. He had just barely turned to close the door when he heard heavy footsteps behind him, whipping around quickly as the phone and keys tumbled to the ground. Fuck. He was screwed. He couldn't even bend down for his phone, frozen in fear. Dammit. Fight flight or freeze, and his body chose the worst option.

2:15 PM

@gay boy

it takes a lot to piss off Madara, considering he’s practically been through hell and back. losing his family and friends, watching them crumple right in front of his eyes as he stood, helpless and useless as they were whisked away. That’s enough to break a man, no? Yet somehow he was still standing. If only to protect Kanata. Anger has been creeping under his skin, boiling his blood as he caught glances of the two traitors dancing around Kanata as if they’ve done nothing wrong. How long were they planning to keep it a secret? Madara thinks he’s given them more than enough time to confess their mistakes. And yet they didn’t. They kept their disgusting smiles on their faces as they strung wips of kindness and love to keep Kanata tied and wrapped into a fake fantasy. He won’t let them live another lie. If he had been any calmer, he would’ve approached them instead of sending them a text. He knew they’d scurry away like the cowards they were. But the calico cat didn’t mind a short game of chase, and the blonde mouse fell victim first. nothing could replicate the feeling swelling in his chest as he watches Kaoru’s eyes widen at the sight of him. How stupid was it of him to run right into Madara’s arms. “Kaoru-saan~” he sings, smiling brightly as he approaches the frightened man. He places a firm hand on his shoulder, hard enough to leave prints on his skin. “Why don’t we have a smaaall talk. I think it’s needed, no?” He steps around him, keeping his hand still to push Kaoru forward while keeping him hostage. “Let’s go somewhere nicer. I’d hate to trouble the cleaning service. Red stains are hard to clean, y’know?” Funny enough, the second mouse would also end up running right into his paws.

This is bad Chiaki’s jaw tightened, eyes glued to the screen as he watched Kaoru disappearing out of the chat room. His heart bangs in his chest, breath picking up gradually. He knows what Mikejima is capable of doing. And it’s nothing they should be messing with. Shooting a quick last message to Kanata, he shoves his phone into his pocket, then runs a hand through his hair as he exhales shakely. Although he really wanted to sit down with Kanata and explain everything to them until they decide what they’d do with the two of them, he desperately needed to find Kaoru. The idea of what Madara could do makes him nasuoses, clogging his throat as he shakes his head and takes off. He hoped to find Madara in his dorm before he could find Kaoru. He was almost completely out of breath once he reached Madara’s dorm, fist shaking as he knocked on the door. He tries to catch his breath to look composed in front of Madara, knowing that fear only fuels his anger. …however, he comes out empty handed. His heart sinks. He was too late. Smiling a quick thanks, he runs off, gritting his teeth as his lungs burn, having not had enough of a break to actually get his inhales and exhales regulated. Kaoru’s dorm was another loss, making the weight in Chiaki’s stomach even heavier. He can’t let him slip away. Desperate, he runs aimlessly, asking any pass bys for either of his targets. He’s about to give up on his search and pull out his phone to call Madara in an attempt to sway him out of his blinded rage. Lucky, he stumbles upon the two near the fire exit. He stands still, chest heaving as sweat drips down his temple. “There you are~!” Madara exclaims, and Chiaki bites down a flinch. He’s gestured to come closer, and seeing the grip he had on Kaoru, Chiaki approaches slowly. “Mikejima-san, please let him go.” he pleads, hoping he could bargain his way into freeing the blonde. Unfortunately, he’s dragged by the arm through the door frame.

1:40 AM

“yeah, yeah. I don’t have time for your sob stories. Save your voices for later.”

1:40 AM

@soft screaming