Yeah, I'm a Bully, So???(Kakashi Love Story) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 39-My Weapon

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Their voices wrapped around the tender meat in my skull, squeezing it with cold, wet claws. I felt myself dry-heaving as they invaded me, they invaded my soul, get out, get out, stay away-

My eyes shot open, meeting his triumphant eyes. The look on his face was one of relief, like a burden had passed from him to me.

That was what those voices were. They were a burden he carried.

They scraped at the inside of my head, and I felt myself being pushed, the thing that made me me teetered on the edge of madness.

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I felt salty tears gush out of my cheeks, pain flashing behind my eyelids in an abyss of consuming darkness. They were rotten and jagged and bare and hideous. They were right. I was worthless.

YESYOUARE

I deserved to die.

I closed my eyes, slowly fading into their harsh grip, a crushing squeezing feeling in my chest, cold and painful and unforgiving, so dark that there was no light, light didn't exist-

"Saya."

I whimpered for a second, because this was not the harsh grip of the hungry blackness. This was-

His silver hair was lopsided and sticking in one direction, but it fit him. His face, even when covered by a mask could be seen as cut-glass cheekbones...

"You must be the girl I'm supposed to pick up."

"Unfortuantely." I said flatly, even though my heart was going crazy. The darkness paused for a moment, but soon, I felt my head being torn open, my mental walls being burned down as they saturated me with their icy blackness, their fury thick and suffocating-

"You're soaking wet."

Silence and eyes roaming and a hungry gaze that made my knees weak-

Crackling in the atmosphere-

 How did I not notice it before?

The voices roared at me furiously now, annoyed by my memories, raking inside my veins and ripping parts of me to pieces. But I couldn't stop. The flashes were coming faster and more intense by the minute-

A flash of heat spread through from the pit of my stomach to every part of my body, setting me on fire. Not real fire. Not the kind that burns you. This fire...it felt like my body was melting with...

"No one is allowed to touch you like this." He snarled, as if it was himself with bruise.

Why is he so angry about it?

I gasped when he went past my bruise and traced my lips.

"No one is allowed to touch you like this." But that time, it had a whole new meaning.

The warmth was real now, spreading through my skin like wildfire, somehow, unbelievably, pushing the voices back, making them cry out in hatred, their spikes of glass not nearly as sharp anymore-