Into deception

Once upon a time

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When my eyes open, and I don't put this lightly, it feels like someone in heels has heated the heel part and has very slowly stepped on a block of butter cutting right through it with ease. The blocks of butter are my poor eyes in this scenario.

But I open them anyways to see where I am, panic slides down my throat and into my stomach which was the worst thing it could've done because the butterflies have stirred around a very large amount of mixed alcohol and it's all rising out of me very fast. I look around me spotting a door I can only hope is a bathroom and dash for it. The second I see a toilet I thank whoever above for creating this thing. I think I stay there for a good 20 minutes just completely emptying my stomach to where I can't physically throw up anymore.

As I stand up, I flush the toilet and lean into a sink, I look into the wide mirror to see an actual werewolf stare back. No- actually big foot, wait no, a mixture of both actually yes. I couldn't even begin to explain where and how my hair is at this very moment and don't even get me started on my clothes. This better be my vomit is all I'm saying.

I need a shower and I need it fast so I shut the door and it's not till I go to do that, that I see Max spread across the whole bed looking like he's dead. I both want to smile and punch him at the same time but choosing which one I want more is impossible, I'm pretty sure all my brain cells have completely vanished in this moment. I shut the door before I faint and undress from the vomit covered fabric, this on the other hand is magical, the water hits against my skin relaxing my muscles bit by bit. My stiffened bones seem to relax themselves too and it no longer feels like they're breaking each time I move. Once I'm done and wrapped up, I open a cupboard for toothpaste or a toothbrush and luckily, very luckily I find both.

Being tall has many perks but right now I love being tall the most. I have no clothes that I can wear so I was left to go through whatever was in this god forsaken closet, Max was still dead asleep even after I took a shower and managed to get dressed after stealing what I hope was his clothes. The grey sweatpants are still way to long for me but they're comfy and that's all that matters, the black t-shirt was the only thing that actual fit on me besides the socks too actually. I'm warm and I'm hungry. But most of all im confused.

Where the fuck am I?

When waking Max up had the same effect as turning on a battery powered flashlight with a Lego piece I gave up trying 5 mins in. So, here I am turning this round doorknob, twisting it till the door creeks open and I step out turning back around to shut it quietly. When I turn to head downstairs my stomach feels like it needs emptying out again. Scratch that it feels like I don't have a stomach at all anymore as I stare into the eyes of a man who is as equally as caught off guards as I seem to be. Although his usual nonchalant deminer rushes back in and he's now staring at me with no emotion.

Bane.

Shirtless.

Sweatpants.

Socks.

Staring.

Need I say more or can I please throw myself down these stairs already?

His eyes shift to the room I just came out of and if looks could kill that door would've melted by now. His jaw tenses and it's not hard to see his breathing change when his shirt is completely fucking missing, but what gets me the most is he looks angry, jealous and murderous all in one. The urge to tell him it's Max in there and explain why am wearing his clothes is definitely there. Simply right at the tip of my bitten down tongue.

I don't really know what to do in this situation and I guess the only sane option in that moment I could think of was to just run. So, I ran down the stairs and followed a one-way path to fucks knows where, the footsteps of his follow closely after me to the point where I can feel him even though he's not anywhere close to being able to touch me. Yet the feeling of his hand around my arm is so real I can honestly feel it right now. The only problem is that it wasn't me imagining, it was indeed his hand that had tied itself so gentle, so effortlessly around me that I thought I was dreaming. I pull away immediately turning around only to wish I had something to hit him with, his overly large stupid frame sizes me up without even meaning to, towering over me like it always did even back then.

"What the fuck are you doing in his room" Is what he asks me as I'm being cornered into a wall. When I don't answer I don't understand why he's even surprised, I don't get why it's still a shock to him that I won't utter a single word to him.

"Mia" the patience he normally has stored inside him seems to be running so low I bet he's scooping it with his bare hands to give to me as he speaks "Mia open that pretty mouth of yours and speak"

You know when you're finally doing well for a moment and then suddenly a memory of you being at your lowest pops in, and you know it's just a memory but you can feel everything you felt back then. You feel every inch of your old self's pain. It almost makes you lose all the progress you did because of it but then it disappears and your just left feeling empty, left with a massive ball in your stomach that weighs you down painfully? Well, that's what it felt when my eyes settled where his heart is.

The scar is unmissable. Upstairs was dark so I get why I missed it, but here, here the sun is bright and washes over everything you've missed in the shadows. Am not thankful for it, not at all. I wish someone went and stole the sun right now, just put it inside their pocket till I was far away from him, far enough from the scar I know I placed. A scar that killed him once upon a time. His chest rises and falls greatly, like he too feels what I'm feeling which for some reason I doubt.

My fingers have risen and are not even inches away from his chest, still the heat from him and me seem to miss each other so much that they join together anyway. Even though am not planning to touch him at all, still, the heat mixes and I hear him let out a struggled breath. His hands curl into a fist and they come up to my head caging me in against the wall, although I know for a fact it's only because he can't stand straight, not with the way he's breathing. So I let him hover over me as my back lays flat against the cold wall, I desperately need to leave this moment but the way my head in brining me back to that single moment of me pushing my knife in, into his chest- I- the chest I've kissed so many times. My entire existence is screaming at me right now and I don't blame it.

I held him in my arms, watched his eyes till my tears took over anything I could possibly see. Till the bomb separated us.

"Mia-" his voice breathlessly says, my name from his lips still drains the life out of me.

"Well, isn't this just a sight for sore eyes"

Himiko-

I look to my right and watch her standing there with her arms crossed wearing what I know is one of Banes white button tops hug around her naked body. I want to throw up. From the pain mostly but his eyes stay locked onto me, drilling deep dark holes into my skull. At some point, I don't know when, I got got enough strength to look up at him. He's so very close, so close I could almost brush my nose against his- I walk past both of them, not daring to even breath, I hold my breath till Max's door shuts and I'm hidden from the outside world.

What have I just done.