•MAROON• .RIN ITOSHI.

|Chapter Ten|

And I wake with your memory over me
That's a real fucking legacy, legacy
it was maroon

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"What?!" The obvious question almost like a scream, escaped my lips. "Yes, love. This job needed to be done by you." He trailed, encircling my wrist in his fingers, pulling me up from the chair, taking in front of James.

"Here." And put the gun in my palm. My blood froze with the feeling of heavy metal against my skin. I choked, shaking my head vigorously. "N-No. no! No! Rin, I can't do this." His head tilted, who was standing there, with his hands on his waist, as if watching a matinee show.

"Why, doll? Are you trying to save this man?" His voice turned dark, as he marched towards me. My heartbeat perpetually increasing. "Yes, Rin! I am not going to kill someone! I can't! I will not!" I know I shouldn't be this bold with my words when he's already in a fucked up state of mind.

He stood right in front of me, at the mere distance of inches, where I can get intoxicated with his cologne.

Enticing.

My hands dropped on my sides, with the gun dangling on my thigh. I wasn't able to fix my eyes on him, making me look down at his suited chest.

Irony, he is always well-suited. No matter what the time is, I see him mostly in three piece suit or pants and shirts.

He put his index finger under my chin, lifting my chin up, to look in his eyes. His ocean blue eyes, staring deep in my soul. I can't stop my tears. They were running down like a river. I gulped hard the lump, struggling with words. I don't know should I speak or not.

Although, I wasn't able to, when he put his lips on mine. My eyes open wide, when he sucked on my lower lip. His hand slipped on my waist pulling me closer. My hands draped over his shoulder, still trying to withstand the heat across my body.

The rush of twelve shades of red around my face I felt was nothing like I felt before. I squeeze my eyes shut, holding my breath. He was tender enough, to make me shiver to core.

Just a few minutes ago, he was telling me to drill the bullets in the head on the culprit in front of us and now he was kissing me? In front of many people, who were hardly showing any expression. I gulped, when his teeth sink in my lip, biting me. I whimpered against his mouth. He removed his finger from my chin, sliding with other three fingers through my hair.

I should stop him. Tell him it's not right. But I felt nothing in my body. Numb and cold. I just wanted to sleep for now. My head was throbbing with pain. My eyes were dwelling the tears of twenty-one years of my age.

I can't wait to end all of these things. He parted, leaving me panting. I laid my head on his chest, stumbling on my toes. My eyes drowsy already, eyelashes heavy with the water. "I knew you can only do that when you're with me." I lifted my tired eyes, still my head on his chest.

He patted my back, holding my shoulders, pulling me out of the hug. "Listen, sweetie. If it was me I would have killed him so long before. Although, I punished him for his doing. Now, I want you to finish it. Kill him."

He shook me lightly, making me look around with the low groan out of my mouth. "Rin, please. I can't kill anyone. It's a crime. I might get arrested for it." He chuckled, wiping my tears. "I killed many people for you, baby. I never get caught. I can save you too." The way his confidence hit my head was so obnoxious.

"B-But Rin..."

"Enough." He mustered, folding his arm over his chest, putting his palm out, telling me to stop. "stop with your misery for this scoundrel. Why are you letting him to live, Y/n? Why are you being kind to him? Was he when he barge in your room? Was he any kind when he smashed your head against the wall? Was he respectful towards you?"

Realization started hitting me, as Rin's words started growing irritated. "Is he worth living after being not able to see and walk, and probably won't be ever able to do anything?" My head turned into the direction, when Rin stretched his arm out, pointing at James.

He was awfully right. His every goddamn word, was right. My fingers wrapped around the gun, while shiver ran down my spine. But the most hideous reality can never leave me. "But..." I mustered, with my bottom lip between my teeth. "What is it, doll?" He leaned down to hear me.

My eyes stuck on the floor, fiddling with the gun in my hand. "I ain't a murderer." I heard him sighing heavily, rubbing his face in his palm. If taking life was so easy, I would have taken mine, long time ago.

My throat dried, when I heard him chortling. "Fine..now listen here, sweetheart." He camr behind me, running his fingers on my arms, raising my hands to my front, putting the gun in my palms. "...you are equally responsible as him..." My heartbeat quickened, when his lips brushed against my ear. His fingertips, put my hair strand behind my ear, whispering deep from his throat.

I looked over my shoulder, trying to understand his intention. "How can you let someone other than me touch you?" His fingers around my jaw, gently rotating my head to my front. I gulped so hard, through my dried throat.

"If you didn't shoot him, I'll be doing it on your behalf, sweetheart." My hands grew tired hanging in air, eventually dropping them,"But if I did..." he put his arms around my shoulder, gripping on them, "..then you have to pay the price for being a coward." He hushed, kissing my neck.

My breath hitched feeling his lips against my ear and neck with his hands drawing down to my waist, pulling my bottoms closer to his, where I can feel him hard.

A sob escaped my mouth. Trying to fix on the man in front of me. I can't help myself I am so stupid!

"Go ahead, doll. Shoot him." He demanded, his hands, grasping my wrists, from behind, pulling the trigger. I was enough close to shoot James, right in his head. I wanted him to die. But I never wanted to be a murderer.

Bang!

The large thunderous sound echoed through the walls. Dropping me on my knees. James's body dropped on the floor, blood pouring out of his skull. The bullet straight entered his forehead, splattering out with the blood, sticking in the thick brass wall, behind.

I had no clue what just happened. I know but, I don't want to know or believe. When I felt a hand on my wrist, pulling me up, in standing position. His blue eyes darting on mine. I wasn't able to look away. I am a cold blooded murderer now.

He leaned in kissing my cheeks. I flinched, when he put his arms around me, pulling me in an embrace. "I am sorry for scaring you, doll." He whispered putting his forehead on my shoulder. "But I can't see anyone hurting you. They don't know what they are meddling with." He looked at me with the softness in his eyes. The same orbs which were crazily wavering furiously, few minutes ago.

The sudden frequent change in his behavior, is making me sick, already. My head still hurts that's making things worse. I pushed him away, pointing the gun at him.

His frown changed into an indecipherable expression. "I want to leave." I blurted out, still processing his looks, trying to read him, which had nothing but those unreadable features. It was strange to see no one moved from their place.

What's happening?

I stepped back, when he stepped forward. "Dare to come near me and I'll shoot you!" My limbs were trembling in fear. The pain, the rising water level in eye. Fucking my vision!

"I said, don't move." I cried, wanting him to stop. Despite all my warnings, he kept on stepping towards me. "Please!" The sob was obvious. Also, neither I am in the condition to fight him. He easily took the gun out of my grasp.

I wiped my tears, biting my lips. I am just so pathetic!

He chuckled, walking closer to me, putting his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. "I put only one bullet in it." My head snapped at him with a scowl. His lips tugged in a smirk. "I knew you would do something stupid. However...." He neared my ear, making me shudder. "...you looked hot with that gun in your hands, doll." His snicker rang in my ears.

I gasped, when his hand slipped inside my shirt, "You turned me on so badly. I guess I did you too."

I held the urge to hold my moan, when his hand moved down my spine, on my lower back, drawing circles. "Let's take it to bedroom, sweetheart."

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JW.