~Stay with me~ (ShinyaXAkane)

~Chapter 2~

Shinya's POV}

I live in the shadows now, the darkness. Not necessarily avoiding fights but I try to clean up the streets of any pricks who kill young girls just to get a kick out of it.I only steal if I absolutely need to. I have some money saved up for emergencies, but still it's hard survive with no solid income of money. Rain sprinkles down on the cement, making a pitter patter rhythm. I have a very small apartment that's extremely rundown, but the water and pluming still work, so I get by. I've been tracking some teenage boys who have been slaughtering women. They most likely abuse drugs to keep their hues clean. It's a shame, because drugs can't simply hide them from me. I'd obtained some knives since I no longer have a Dominator, my favorite weapon if it wasn't controlled by Sybil.

{3rd Person POV}

The three reckless teenagers hid in a back alley, trying to pry open the back door to a sorority. One of the boys sees movement in the corner of his eye, and turns to see who's there. No one. He walks into the darkness, away from his accomplices. Holding his flashlight he shines it around the narrow alley. Shinya jumps down from a fire escape behind the boy. He snaps the boy's neck, and the body goes limp, falling to the ground. The other two notice and rush up to kill Shinya. One kicks Shinya's arm as he flips the other boy on his back and slits his throat. Bloodshed. The last boy, who was enraged, lands the knife in Shinya's side. He grunts, and turns to face the boy. The boy charges at him, and tackles him to the ground. Shinya smiles and flips over, holding the knife to the poor boy's throat. "Why?" Shinya asks. "Why kill them? They're beautiful and smart. Some aren't as pretty or smart, but you have to admit you like to play with them sometimes don't you?" Shinya hisses, pressing the knife even harder. "It makes me sick... Heartlessly killing without reason, no second thought, not even the slightest sliver of sympathy for the families you split, and tear apart. You know what I would do if someone killed my Akane? I would hunt their sorry ass to the far corners of the world, torture them until they wish that they would die, leave them, and have them die from natural causes. Then, and only then, would I kill myself."

Shinya slits the boy's throat and stands up, blood seeping through his shirt. He holds his side as he runs back to the apartment complex, speeding inside and locking the door. He slips off his blood stained long sleave shirt, throwing it in the sink. Hearing his cell phone vibrate and ring, he groans. He had an idea as to who it was, but he was in no shape to fight anyone in the state he was in.

"Hello, Shinya? Are you there?" Akane questions, pink dusting her cheeks. Her vison blurring, tears wet her cheeks.

"Akane...? Are you alright? What's wrong?" Shinya asks worried, and grimacing as he was wrapping his wound.

"N-Nothing. I'm just glad to hear from you..." She smiles, and wipes her tears away, "I just thought you were dead. I couldn't live with myself until I knew for sure... More importantly, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. As you know, there's nothing I can't handle," Shinya says, grunting as he fixes his wraps.

"It doesn't very well sound like you're alright. Where are you? I'm coming with a first aid kit, mister," Akane says, changing into her work clothes and putting her coat on. She then grabs an umbrella and locks her door behind her. Running across the parking lot through the downpour of rain, she hops into her car.

"Akane, it's fine. I don't need any help," he said, wincing.

"Damn it Shinya... Tell me now, you not needing help is bullshit!" Akane said angrily.

"Okay, but you need to turn off navigations and drive on your own. Go towards the city next over to the north and take a right at the border. Then, drive untill you get to Farrow drive and pull up into the last apartment on the street. My alias is Shinga Taggo. Apartment number 34. Be sure you're not being followed. Call me when you get close." Shinya hangs up.

The drive was only 25 minutes in the fast lane. Akane calls Shinya's number, but of course, he doesn't pick up. She decides to leave a voicemail.

"Shinya, I'm here," She turns off her watch in fear of Sybil tracking her location and exposing Shinya. "Let's hope you're not dead." She goes up the staircase and finds room 34. The door is slightly cracked open, and Shinya is gone.