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₊˚.༄ God Complex CHAPTER FIVE: ( birth place of primal fear. )
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"what is a home if not the first place you learn to run from?"
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"I won't do it," Seira bluntly told Makima.
Early in the morning as Seira and Aki were enjoying their Tuesday mornings silently sipping coffee the older woman had made the two of them. They rarely ever spoke in the mornings, often opting for peaceful mornings letting the record player drag its needle across one of Seira's many collected vinyls. Aki hadn't heard many bands she had collected over the years, most of them being foreign, but he enjoyed them all the same. She had a taste for the classics and older rock music, but he couldn't deny is ever growing love for the slow melody's she often pulled off her walls.
Seira's phone had sadly broken their ritual, a call from the woman above, ordering them to be in her office in the next hour. When the call ended Aki couldn't help but study Seira's face, and watch her nose crinkle in disgust and her eyes held a thousand daggers in them, just waiting to plunge into the silk of skin. He still was left in the dark of night on what made the two build on top of hatred, but he knew that he would follow Seira like a shadow, and that was all that mattered to him.
