Noiz's POV
"Clear do you have any idea who it could be?" I stated, trying to hold in my anger.
"I have no idea, Noizu..."
I pull his wet hand toward my face. As disgusting as it was, I sniffed it. You can tell a lot about a man from the mess he makes.
"What are you doing?"
"... hmm... our suspect is well groomed. Good diet. Still fresh too, hasn't been gone for long..." I mumble, ignoring him.
"N-Noizu"
I climb off him and lift his legs up, moving his pants out of the way.
"Sure had fun. It's a fucking war zone down here." I growl, gripping his thigh.
He whimpered in pain, making me let go quickly.
"Sorry, I'm just upset love. How dare some guy lay a hand on you..." I trailed off, thinking of the disgusting things he did to my precious Clear.
"It's gonna be okay Noizu, were gonna find them and make them suffer before they hurt anyone else!" He said with determination.
I look at him with a raised eyebrow.
I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
"Clear, look at those pants and tell me whose are they." I stated, staring at the bright blue pants lying on the floor.
"Only Aoba would be stupid enough to wear bright blue jeans..."
"He's still here, isn't he?" I growl.
"M-maybe, I don't know..."
"Aoba Seragaki get your slimy ass out here!" I yelled, my voice filled with venom.
Clear gripped my sleeve tightly and pulled himself close.
Silence.
"Maybe he was stupid enough to go home without his pants?"
"Not likely, he would have taken his pants with him." I sighed.
There was a sneeze from the wardrobe.
"Gotcha" I smirked.
I ripped the wardrobe open to find Aoba huddled in the corner, naked.
"Boo." I grin mischievously.
"Wait, wait!" Aoba stuttered.
I grab him by the hair, dragging him out.
"I thought I told you to leave him the fuck alone. Didn't I?" I spat.
"I know! I remember! B-but -"
"Then why didn't you listen?" Clear interrupted.
"I'm not listening to this shit. You were told to leave him alone, but you went and fucked his corpse while I wasn't looking. I -" I stopped myself remembering why I was gone.
"Noizu?" Clear mumbled.
"I know where you were. I saw my chance while he wasn't babysitting me. Thanks for the distraction, you disgusting pig." Aoba smirked.
I tightened my grip on his hair and slammed his face into the cold, hard floor.
I lost it. I couldn't hold in my rage. Not only because Aoba touched Clear, who was incapable of stopping him. I had been with another man. And I hated myself for it...
I beat him so hard, slamming him into every hard surface I could find. Punching him. Kicking him.
I wouldn't stop.
I couldn't stop.
I felt warm hands wrap around my chest and pull me away.
"Noizu... It's over, he won't be hurting anyone else... ever... again..." Clear's voice whispered into my ear.
I... killed him...?
"C-Clear..." I panted.
Tears I didn't know I had been holding back spilled down my face.
"Hmm?"
"He's... dead... isn't he...?" I gasped between sobs.
"... Not quite, he will be soon..."
"Call an ambulance... Something..." I begged.
"It's too late, they won't be able to save him, he's lost too much blood, his ribs are broken, like almost every other bone in his body..." he sighed.
"..."
