Savannah Fukui's dorm (Private | Mature)

"I suppose so," he chuckled, "But if you take too long I'll finish this blackberry wine all on my own and you'll have to take care of my drunk ass and hope I don't try to scratch my stitches."

Savannah whimpered, but pulled the plug on the tub and stepped out, grabbing her yoohoo and disregarding most of what else she left inside. She wrapped her towel around her middle, disregarding her exposed breasts entirely as she walked back into the room and smiled a bit, "Trying to spoil me? More than the usual, that is."

"You seemed like you needed it." He handed her the bubble bath, a warm honey and lavender smell. "I noticed you were out of Midol and tampons, so I bought you more while I was out." he handed her the bag.

She raised a brow, taking both from him and looking between them in confusion. "Is there anything that you don't account for?" Savannah laughed, setting the things on the dresser before rummaging for clothes for the day. "And the alcohol is for...?"

"Drinking. There's never not a reason to have wine. Especially a good one." he pulled the bottle from the brown paper bag, and uncorked it.

She rolled her eyes as she pulled on underwear, strangely plain ones, and yet one of her lacier bras. The girl didn't seem very interested in completely dressing, however, and merely pulled on a silk robe before setting about tidying up her room and bathroom, leaving the vibrator on by her bed without a second thought, having cleaned it before he returned.

He poured her a glass, setting it on her nightstand as he leaned back, "So, how good of a mood are you in right now?"

She shrugged, coming over and sitting beside him, leaning back as well, ignoring how much the robe opened. "Depends. Are you the bearer of bad news?" She took a sip of her wine, sighing softly.

"I suppose it's more of something I wanted to ask about." he shrugged, "And it could potentially make you upset, so I figured I'd make sure."

Her brow raised as she looked over at him, curious. "Hm?"

He exhaled a sigh and chugged his full glass of wine, "I was sitting next to Tony yesterday while you were texting him."

Her body went rigid, her hand freezing where it had begun tipping the drink into her mouth. "Your point being...?"

"I saw what you sent him." he said dryly, voice distanced and detached from the subject, "The nudes, the booty call... I know I told you I wouldn't force you into a box, that you weren't bound to me... But, I wanted to at least ask if there was a reason. I... perhaps misread things." he fidgeted with his hands, "I... found myself strangely..." his voice cracked, a pain in his words like his heart rested on his tongue, "I don't think I know a good english word for it..."

She huffed simply, downing the rest of her glass without much thought before setting it down and standing, facing him with narrowed eyes. "Found yourself what?" The words were demanding, and the harshness of her tone made even her flinch.

He glanced up, grey eyes almost black as they met hers, "Itami."

OOC: In great pain

Her eyes rolled and she shook her head, dismissing his words with a wave of her hand. "For what reason?" Still, she avoided eye contact as she grabbed the wine bottle and poured herself another glass, not so much as looking his way.

He sat the glass down, shaking his head, "Because like it or not, I care for you very deeply, okay? You can throw it in my face all you want, but through no choice of either of us, we're stuck together. So perhaps if you keep this up, and keep playing me like your piano, then I'll eventually crack to the point of breaking. But you take it, okay?" He took her buy the chin and forced eye contact, "You take my heart piece by piece as you break it with those beautiful golden eyes of yours. Because I'll never regret giving it to you. There's not a single being on this earth who will ever take any of these fragments because you have always owned them all. They are yours to stomp on, and kiss, and toss into the wind as you wish." He released her, wiping his eyes of the tears that hadn't formed yet, "But, that's the truth of things for me. Care as little or as much as you wish." he turned to face the door, fists in balls, "I don't know what I mean to you. If I'm the toy that I was built to be or more, perhaps even less. But damn it all if I don't feel like I'm truly alive and real when I'm with you."

Her body stiffened and froze at his words, her control snapping as her fingers flexed at her sides. In her chest, her heart had begun to hammer, and a blush flushed her neck and face, her eyes child-like and broken as she stared. After a few tense moments of silence, she whirled around, running back into the bathroom and slamming the door shut, struggling with the lock as she fought for some semblence of privacy.

Akira roared in raw agony, a cry that sounded like his heart was torn in two. The sound of glass shattering as he broke the wine bottle against the mirror as he threw it pierced the cry and the door opened, then slammed closed. The rumble of the bike's familiar engines awakened in the parking lot outside, then drove away into the silence.

She crumbled to the floor where she'd stood, the lock only half turned as her body shook with silent sobs that had yet to gain control. With blurry eyes, she blinked back forming tears, gasping silently for breath as she curled up within herself, unsure of everything for the first time in her life.

About half an hour passed, and Savannah's phone starting ringing as Beyril called.

Savannah whimpered where she was, eyes puffed and red. Slowly, she pulled herself up, forcing the lock undone before pulling the door open and stumbling to the bed. "He... hello?" she said, her voice broken as she sniffled and rubbed at her eyes.

"What the fuck is going on?" she asked in a frantic, high-pitched voice, "After this, there's no way am I letting either of you out of my house, I swear to god. Akira must have known I'd have something..." she heard shuffling and clanking from the other line, "He's taken everything! Knives, crowbars, guns, all my ammo... Just barged in and shoved me aside, then sped off with it all! What on earth did you ask him to do, eliminate the German armed forces?!"

"I didn't ask him sh-sh-shit." The word tasted bitter on her tongue and she winced as she spoke it. "Do...do you... know where he's g-going?" Her head shook, the weakness in her voice fueling the anger that dwelt just below the surface. Slowly, she eased out of her robe, holding the phone to her ear as she shimmied into pants and pulled a loose shirt up over her hips.

"No idea. He wouldn't say a word to me, except for me to..." her voice cracked, "He told me to shut my mouth. And... and he called me a vicious whore."