Mapping The Abyss (02/?)
Title - Mapping The Abyss (02/?)
Author - koihitoyo
Beta - aimatrace
Rating - NC-17 overall.
Genre - Au.
Warnings - Murders, blood, sex, violence.
Pairings - Aoi x Uruha, Ruki x Reita
Summary -This is Uke Yutaka, and I'm standing here with Takashima Kouyou also known as Uruha. Partner of the infamous murderer Shiroyama Yuu, or as the newspapers would call him, Aoi.
Disclaimers - If any of them belonged to me, you would see me bragging about it on television.
Comments - If this chapter makes you want to give me cookies, forget about it, give them to my beta, she deserves more than I do ♥. Instead of cookies, what about giving me comments? :3
A/N: I was going to post it a few hours ago but, I must have pissed some really strong LJ deities and I could not access LJ until now, sorry ._.!Remember kids, send your cookies to aimatrace.
"Are you going out tonight?" Uruha asked, setting down the book he’s been reading for the past two hours-Mark Twain's The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, recently found inside a messy bookstore, on top of his stomach while his lover made a mess of their house. Aoi moved from one side to another, collecting things here and there, throwing them on his backpack without another glance.
"Hm, yes I guess so." It was the answer as he disappeared on the kitchen. Uruha moved his book aside, sitting on the red leather sofa and looking at his lover's shadow moving with confusion. Some meters away from him was an unfinished canvas, half of it in pastel tones, the other half white as a canvas could be. It was not usual for the brunette to leave his work halfway done; most of the time the blonde would have to go there and tear his lover away from his work before he killed himself from exhaustion.
His feet collided with floor softly as the younger painter made his way to the kitchen, his tired body from a whole night in an exposition leaned against his own will in the doorframe. "Not going to call me to tag along?"
"No. I'm going by myself." After some moments Aoi turned around, going for his boyfriend's body and hugging him tight, leading the tired man back to the old sofa. "You're tired Uru… It's going to be a boring reunion." With no resistance, Uruha just lay down, spooning his body around the older man's frame as the brunette sat down on the red leather. "They are going on and on about something I don't frankly care for hours, but I need to be there honey. You're too tired to go out."
"Ok," he all but whispered, his eyes fluttering close, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. "It's just weird that you left your painting unfinished… I was worried."
Aoi gave him a reassuring smile, his calloused fingers going through long honey blonde strands, as if calming down the younger's worries. "That is crap Uru. I'm hating that canvas, but you know there will always be someone who will like it, so that means more money for us." The blonde assented on that, letting his weary hands roam on Aoi's thighs. "I'll be back late, don't wait for me to go to bed." At that Uruha's heart seemed to stop, so he sat up and slowly entwined his arms around the brunette’s shoulder.
"Be careful Yuu…" The blonde painter didn't know from where that came from, but his heart ached so badly upon hearing Aoi's words. Maybe it was jealousy, fear of losing his man to another person, to be left alone with no one by his side. "Come back home safe ok?"
A smile bloomed on the other man's face, his fingers untangling the small knots on the blonde's hair, caressing his scalp here and there. "I will Kou. Just going to be late and I don't want you waiting for me. You are beyond tired and need to rest to go back to work." Uruha nodded, laying back on the sofa and making himself comfortable.
"Then it's ok. Wake me up when you're home." With another smile Aoi kissed his boyfriend passionately, pouting lips parting for his lover’s tongue, diving for a deep kiss. Before long the brunette pulled up, leaving the younger painter craving for him.
"Don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you."
But he did.
Uruha fell asleep and Aoi was still not home when he woke up. The last chapter of his book was over and Aoi was still not home. The crystal blue ashtray was emptied (twice) and Aoi was still not home.
It was three a.m. when the sound of the shower woke the blonde again. Aoi’s backpack was resting on the table, showing only the camera. Uruha rubbed his eyes even more, extending his arm to hit the light switch and wincing at the yellowed brightness that suddenly flooded the room.
"Shit…" Still rubbing his eyes Uruha sat down, yawning and looking at the backpack as if it could give him answers, but instead found red spots across the camera. Finally his synapses were working and the information that his eyes got was finally decoded by his brain.
That was blood. As if bloody hands were on camera and left their imprint in there. And that made him jump from the red couch, going straight for the bathroom door and trying to unlock it… unsuccessfully.
"Aoi are you okay?!" The door knob rattled loudly in the otherwise silent apartment as he was trying to open it. God knows what happened to his lover when he was away. "Aoi open this door!" The sound got more frantic as he grew desperate, his only response being the sound of the water hitting the tiles. "FUCK YUU OPEN IT! ANSWER ME!"
"I'm okay Kou. Go back to sleep," the brunette said calmly, as if none of that was affecting him. "No need to worry."
"No need to fucking worry, Yuu?!" Now he was banging down the wood, surely waking up some neighbors who would complain about it later in the morning. "There is blood on your fucking camera Aoi!"
"I know. Go back to sleep Kou… Everything is fine," he repeated as if that piece of information was nothing.
"Fuck you. I hope you're bleeding to death," the last thing Uruha said before gathering his pillows and going straight for the spare room which was filled with his own canvas and a worn out couch.
〜〜〜〜
It was like that for the next two weeks. Aoi would talk, beg, pull his lover's sleeve, but still no response. It was Uruha's time to be cold, and that he could manage to include in his schedule: waking up at four in the morning after a painful night in the yellowed couch, ignoring his lover at five while having a coffee, smoking and painting until lunch time, eat something while ignoring the brunette's pleas, go back to work a bit after noon, read a book and then eating his supper, ignoring the final pleas of the man for the day. And then, repeating everything day after day.
"I'm tired Kouyou. Stop playing this game," the older painter finally said, his eyes decorated by two heavy, black bags for not sleeping well. "Come back to bed with me. I can't sleep, I can't think… Stop doing this to me."
"Well, you should have thought about it a while ago when I was desperate. Now you know how I felt that night," Uruha answered, preparing two mugs of coffee and settling one down in front of his lover. "I was so scared and yet you acted as if it was nothing Aoi… Can you tell me what happened that night?"
The brunette sighed; his bit nails dirtied by blue paints tangling themselves around the coffee mug, feeling the warm from the porcelain pass through his hands as he chewed his lips in deep thought.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me Aoi, but… I love you, just that should be enough."
Aoi was taking small sips from the dark liquid, his eyes focusing on the wall before his voice emerged. "I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone about it. I need to you keep this as a secret, and if you're not willing to do that, I'm willing to finish with you. And I'm not saying that I will be leaving you Kouyou, I will let you drown in your own misery, I will completely crush you, your dreams and your life. And I won't do it with my own hands… I will make you drag yourself to the bottomless pit. You'll kill yourself slowly and pay for opening your mouth about what I'll show you. You're my lover and I know every weak spot in you." His black eyes were cold, but somewhere underneath, Uruha could read other feelings: fear, despair, regret… deep down, mingled in the end of the dark irises. "And this, this will show whether you're going to be loyal to me or not."
"I won't Yuu." Uruha's hands were trembling and in a matter of seconds he was beside his lover, reaching out to envelop those dirty, calloused fingers around the mug, caressing them with slight fear for what he said. "I promise you I won't tell anyone about it, doesn't matter what it is…"
The raven haired man sighed once again, his fingers letting go of the mug as he stood up, holding hands with his lover, and pulling him along the house stopping only when they were facing a white door.
"Can I trust you Uruha?" was the last phrase that emerged from Aoi's lips, his eyes searching his lover's for a shadow of doubt. But he only received trust and devotion in return from the hazel-colored irises.
"Yes you can."
The raven haired man pushed the door open, slipping inside the red glow with his lover, and letting go of Uruha's hands he closed the little distance between himself and the black tiled bench where some photos rested, immersed in the thick transparent liquid. "Come here Uruha. I'll show you what happened."
The blonde was beckoned to the same spot as the older man with a single movement from his lover's fingers, and walking slowly he approached the other, entwining their fingers for that moment.
"Look at the pictures and tell me what you think Uruha." Aoi was lifting them one by one, hanging the pictures on the plastic wire that crossed the room as Uruha's eyes grew bigger at each picture of the girl. Slashes decorated her lifeless body and her black eyes were staring at him as a porcelain doll would.
"Now you know why."
It took the younger painter a sharp intake of breath for his body to calm down, but yet his eyes would roam between the first and the last of the six pictures there at their own accord.
"Now you must be thinking that I'm some sort of psycho, and I may be but… Isn't it beautiful? It's some kind of creepy distorted art, but still it's an artwork."
"It's clumsy." Uruha lifted up his fingers, tracing the air in front of the pictures with delicate movements. "But yet… pretty. Gorgeous… may not be your masterpiece, but.." A small reticence lingered for some seconds in the air as he admired the pictures. "So… enthralling."
It was time for Aoi to look amazed at his lover's features; a mixture of shock and approval written all over his face before a smile took over.
"May I use it for a new canvas? I'm your lover and I approve every single thing you do… and… I was always curious about something like this, but I don't have your gu-" He didn't have the time to finish his phrase since his lover kissed him with fervor; with Aoi not only missing his blonde companion because of the cold-shoulder treatment he was given, but also being delighted for discovering that he wasn't alone in his wants, because Uruha was too perfect to be true.
The blonde soon found himself being shoved against the wall as his lover's lips roamed on his neck, tracing the jugular vein with a familiar warm tongue, and hips moving desperately, nursing the fire that for the past two weeks was a mere ember in his heart into a flame in a matter of seconds.
His back hurt from the impact, but it was nothing compared to having the other man handling him with such strength: the strength shown as shirts were thrown across the room and pants shoved down to the floor, as the series of kisses continued on each piece of skin the both of them could find before their lips met again, tongue against lips against teeth against skin in a succession of never ending kisses, as their hips moved violently against each other with hands roaming all over their bodies and leaving bruises and scratches that they really wouldn’t mind in the morning.
"Fuck me Aoi," Uruha managed to say between their swollen lips before hooking his leg around his lover's hips, grinding with more force and desire against the groaning man. As for Aoi, he was reduced to a mess of sexual instincts and love as he pushed into the younger man, meeting the delicious resistance from his muscles clenching his cock, but not stopping until he was fully sheathed by that delicious warm and groaning loudly in the blonde's mouth.
"Fuck… Uruha…"
The said man smiled, moving his hips despite the pain shooting up his spinal cord, taking advantage of his height for that, but it wasn’t until long Aoi accompanied his movements. His nails dragged over the thin skin in the brunette's neck to his chest, scratching merciless anything they found, leaving a red trail invisible under the crimson light.
In response the older painter rammed his cock inside the other man, making him a mess of whimpers and moans, making him meet Uruha’s body in the most delicious and needy way he never saw before. That raw passion poured out of his body; the pure need dripping in form of moans and sweat beads becoming the fuel to move his hips roughly, making sure to hit the other man's prostate every now and then, sometimes just brushing against it, sending violent shivers of pleasure all over the blonde’s spine to amend the pain that was previously there. Uruha clung sharply to the toned body in front of his, mouth opening to let out a stream of moans and curses to flow out of his throat.
Aoi was nipping the while column of flesh, biting it, pulling the skin and sucking it until there was a purple bruise marking his territory, fuelling him even more to slam their hips together. His left hand moved between their bodies, taking a firm hold of his lover's cock, stroking it slowly and moving his index to gather the pre-cum there.
Picking up the tempo of his thrust, the brunette matched his hip moves with his hand's, hitting Uruha's prostate with every thrust; lips going back to meet his pair. And in not much time, there was a strangled cry muffled by Aoi's mouth as Uruha tensed, the warm liquid dripping between his fingers and smearing their stomachs was the last straw in the brunette's sense, making him come to his climax mere seconds after his lover, ripping yet another delicious moan from the younger painter as he rode his orgasm. His whole body shuddered with the overwhelming sensations, amplified by the echoes of pleasure in the small room.
Both tired bodies slid along the wall into the floor in a short fall, their breath erratic against each other's mouths, the air coming in and out of their lungs in shallow intakes of breath.
"Thank you," Aoi managed to say as Uruha made himself comfortable by uncrossing his legs around the shorter man's sweaty torso.
"I'm your lover Yuu… I'm willing to do anything for you." He kissed his lover's full lips, sighing happily at the smile framed by black strands decorating Aoi's tired face.
"Next time… bring me along."
「'Cos lately I’ve been watching you..I’ve been waiting for you to take me home. So tell me all of your deepest dark secrets. Lying in your arms inseparable.」
This Town Needs Guns - Dog.
Author - koihitoyo
Beta - aimatrace
Rating - NC-17 overall.
Genre - Au.
Warnings - Murders, blood, sex, violence.
Pairings - Aoi x Uruha, Ruki x Reita
Summary -This is Uke Yutaka, and I'm standing here with Takashima Kouyou also known as Uruha. Partner of the infamous murderer Shiroyama Yuu, or as the newspapers would call him, Aoi.
Disclaimers - If any of them belonged to me, you would see me bragging about it on television.
Comments - If this chapter makes you want to give me cookies, forget about it, give them to my beta, she deserves more than I do ♥. Instead of cookies, what about giving me comments? :3
A/N: I was going to post it a few hours ago but, I must have pissed some really strong LJ deities and I could not access LJ until now, sorry ._.!Remember kids, send your cookies to aimatrace.
"Are you going out tonight?" Uruha asked, setting down the book he’s been reading for the past two hours-Mark Twain's The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, recently found inside a messy bookstore, on top of his stomach while his lover made a mess of their house. Aoi moved from one side to another, collecting things here and there, throwing them on his backpack without another glance.
"Hm, yes I guess so." It was the answer as he disappeared on the kitchen. Uruha moved his book aside, sitting on the red leather sofa and looking at his lover's shadow moving with confusion. Some meters away from him was an unfinished canvas, half of it in pastel tones, the other half white as a canvas could be. It was not usual for the brunette to leave his work halfway done; most of the time the blonde would have to go there and tear his lover away from his work before he killed himself from exhaustion.
His feet collided with floor softly as the younger painter made his way to the kitchen, his tired body from a whole night in an exposition leaned against his own will in the doorframe. "Not going to call me to tag along?"
"No. I'm going by myself." After some moments Aoi turned around, going for his boyfriend's body and hugging him tight, leading the tired man back to the old sofa. "You're tired Uru… It's going to be a boring reunion." With no resistance, Uruha just lay down, spooning his body around the older man's frame as the brunette sat down on the red leather. "They are going on and on about something I don't frankly care for hours, but I need to be there honey. You're too tired to go out."
"Ok," he all but whispered, his eyes fluttering close, but he wouldn't go down without a fight. "It's just weird that you left your painting unfinished… I was worried."
Aoi gave him a reassuring smile, his calloused fingers going through long honey blonde strands, as if calming down the younger's worries. "That is crap Uru. I'm hating that canvas, but you know there will always be someone who will like it, so that means more money for us." The blonde assented on that, letting his weary hands roam on Aoi's thighs. "I'll be back late, don't wait for me to go to bed." At that Uruha's heart seemed to stop, so he sat up and slowly entwined his arms around the brunette’s shoulder.
"Be careful Yuu…" The blonde painter didn't know from where that came from, but his heart ached so badly upon hearing Aoi's words. Maybe it was jealousy, fear of losing his man to another person, to be left alone with no one by his side. "Come back home safe ok?"
A smile bloomed on the other man's face, his fingers untangling the small knots on the blonde's hair, caressing his scalp here and there. "I will Kou. Just going to be late and I don't want you waiting for me. You are beyond tired and need to rest to go back to work." Uruha nodded, laying back on the sofa and making himself comfortable.
"Then it's ok. Wake me up when you're home." With another smile Aoi kissed his boyfriend passionately, pouting lips parting for his lover’s tongue, diving for a deep kiss. Before long the brunette pulled up, leaving the younger painter craving for him.
"Don't take too long. I'll be waiting for you."
But he did.
Uruha fell asleep and Aoi was still not home when he woke up. The last chapter of his book was over and Aoi was still not home. The crystal blue ashtray was emptied (twice) and Aoi was still not home.
It was three a.m. when the sound of the shower woke the blonde again. Aoi’s backpack was resting on the table, showing only the camera. Uruha rubbed his eyes even more, extending his arm to hit the light switch and wincing at the yellowed brightness that suddenly flooded the room.
"Shit…" Still rubbing his eyes Uruha sat down, yawning and looking at the backpack as if it could give him answers, but instead found red spots across the camera. Finally his synapses were working and the information that his eyes got was finally decoded by his brain.
That was blood. As if bloody hands were on camera and left their imprint in there. And that made him jump from the red couch, going straight for the bathroom door and trying to unlock it… unsuccessfully.
"Aoi are you okay?!" The door knob rattled loudly in the otherwise silent apartment as he was trying to open it. God knows what happened to his lover when he was away. "Aoi open this door!" The sound got more frantic as he grew desperate, his only response being the sound of the water hitting the tiles. "FUCK YUU OPEN IT! ANSWER ME!"
"I'm okay Kou. Go back to sleep," the brunette said calmly, as if none of that was affecting him. "No need to worry."
"No need to fucking worry, Yuu?!" Now he was banging down the wood, surely waking up some neighbors who would complain about it later in the morning. "There is blood on your fucking camera Aoi!"
"I know. Go back to sleep Kou… Everything is fine," he repeated as if that piece of information was nothing.
"Fuck you. I hope you're bleeding to death," the last thing Uruha said before gathering his pillows and going straight for the spare room which was filled with his own canvas and a worn out couch.
〜〜〜〜
It was like that for the next two weeks. Aoi would talk, beg, pull his lover's sleeve, but still no response. It was Uruha's time to be cold, and that he could manage to include in his schedule: waking up at four in the morning after a painful night in the yellowed couch, ignoring his lover at five while having a coffee, smoking and painting until lunch time, eat something while ignoring the brunette's pleas, go back to work a bit after noon, read a book and then eating his supper, ignoring the final pleas of the man for the day. And then, repeating everything day after day.
"I'm tired Kouyou. Stop playing this game," the older painter finally said, his eyes decorated by two heavy, black bags for not sleeping well. "Come back to bed with me. I can't sleep, I can't think… Stop doing this to me."
"Well, you should have thought about it a while ago when I was desperate. Now you know how I felt that night," Uruha answered, preparing two mugs of coffee and settling one down in front of his lover. "I was so scared and yet you acted as if it was nothing Aoi… Can you tell me what happened that night?"
The brunette sighed; his bit nails dirtied by blue paints tangling themselves around the coffee mug, feeling the warm from the porcelain pass through his hands as he chewed his lips in deep thought.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me Aoi, but… I love you, just that should be enough."
Aoi was taking small sips from the dark liquid, his eyes focusing on the wall before his voice emerged. "I need you to promise me that you won't tell anyone about it. I need to you keep this as a secret, and if you're not willing to do that, I'm willing to finish with you. And I'm not saying that I will be leaving you Kouyou, I will let you drown in your own misery, I will completely crush you, your dreams and your life. And I won't do it with my own hands… I will make you drag yourself to the bottomless pit. You'll kill yourself slowly and pay for opening your mouth about what I'll show you. You're my lover and I know every weak spot in you." His black eyes were cold, but somewhere underneath, Uruha could read other feelings: fear, despair, regret… deep down, mingled in the end of the dark irises. "And this, this will show whether you're going to be loyal to me or not."
"I won't Yuu." Uruha's hands were trembling and in a matter of seconds he was beside his lover, reaching out to envelop those dirty, calloused fingers around the mug, caressing them with slight fear for what he said. "I promise you I won't tell anyone about it, doesn't matter what it is…"
The raven haired man sighed once again, his fingers letting go of the mug as he stood up, holding hands with his lover, and pulling him along the house stopping only when they were facing a white door.
"Can I trust you Uruha?" was the last phrase that emerged from Aoi's lips, his eyes searching his lover's for a shadow of doubt. But he only received trust and devotion in return from the hazel-colored irises.
"Yes you can."
The raven haired man pushed the door open, slipping inside the red glow with his lover, and letting go of Uruha's hands he closed the little distance between himself and the black tiled bench where some photos rested, immersed in the thick transparent liquid. "Come here Uruha. I'll show you what happened."
The blonde was beckoned to the same spot as the older man with a single movement from his lover's fingers, and walking slowly he approached the other, entwining their fingers for that moment.
"Look at the pictures and tell me what you think Uruha." Aoi was lifting them one by one, hanging the pictures on the plastic wire that crossed the room as Uruha's eyes grew bigger at each picture of the girl. Slashes decorated her lifeless body and her black eyes were staring at him as a porcelain doll would.
"Now you know why."
It took the younger painter a sharp intake of breath for his body to calm down, but yet his eyes would roam between the first and the last of the six pictures there at their own accord.
"Now you must be thinking that I'm some sort of psycho, and I may be but… Isn't it beautiful? It's some kind of creepy distorted art, but still it's an artwork."
"It's clumsy." Uruha lifted up his fingers, tracing the air in front of the pictures with delicate movements. "But yet… pretty. Gorgeous… may not be your masterpiece, but.." A small reticence lingered for some seconds in the air as he admired the pictures. "So… enthralling."
It was time for Aoi to look amazed at his lover's features; a mixture of shock and approval written all over his face before a smile took over.
"May I use it for a new canvas? I'm your lover and I approve every single thing you do… and… I was always curious about something like this, but I don't have your gu-" He didn't have the time to finish his phrase since his lover kissed him with fervor; with Aoi not only missing his blonde companion because of the cold-shoulder treatment he was given, but also being delighted for discovering that he wasn't alone in his wants, because Uruha was too perfect to be true.
The blonde soon found himself being shoved against the wall as his lover's lips roamed on his neck, tracing the jugular vein with a familiar warm tongue, and hips moving desperately, nursing the fire that for the past two weeks was a mere ember in his heart into a flame in a matter of seconds.
His back hurt from the impact, but it was nothing compared to having the other man handling him with such strength: the strength shown as shirts were thrown across the room and pants shoved down to the floor, as the series of kisses continued on each piece of skin the both of them could find before their lips met again, tongue against lips against teeth against skin in a succession of never ending kisses, as their hips moved violently against each other with hands roaming all over their bodies and leaving bruises and scratches that they really wouldn’t mind in the morning.
"Fuck me Aoi," Uruha managed to say between their swollen lips before hooking his leg around his lover's hips, grinding with more force and desire against the groaning man. As for Aoi, he was reduced to a mess of sexual instincts and love as he pushed into the younger man, meeting the delicious resistance from his muscles clenching his cock, but not stopping until he was fully sheathed by that delicious warm and groaning loudly in the blonde's mouth.
"Fuck… Uruha…"
The said man smiled, moving his hips despite the pain shooting up his spinal cord, taking advantage of his height for that, but it wasn’t until long Aoi accompanied his movements. His nails dragged over the thin skin in the brunette's neck to his chest, scratching merciless anything they found, leaving a red trail invisible under the crimson light.
In response the older painter rammed his cock inside the other man, making him a mess of whimpers and moans, making him meet Uruha’s body in the most delicious and needy way he never saw before. That raw passion poured out of his body; the pure need dripping in form of moans and sweat beads becoming the fuel to move his hips roughly, making sure to hit the other man's prostate every now and then, sometimes just brushing against it, sending violent shivers of pleasure all over the blonde’s spine to amend the pain that was previously there. Uruha clung sharply to the toned body in front of his, mouth opening to let out a stream of moans and curses to flow out of his throat.
Aoi was nipping the while column of flesh, biting it, pulling the skin and sucking it until there was a purple bruise marking his territory, fuelling him even more to slam their hips together. His left hand moved between their bodies, taking a firm hold of his lover's cock, stroking it slowly and moving his index to gather the pre-cum there.
Picking up the tempo of his thrust, the brunette matched his hip moves with his hand's, hitting Uruha's prostate with every thrust; lips going back to meet his pair. And in not much time, there was a strangled cry muffled by Aoi's mouth as Uruha tensed, the warm liquid dripping between his fingers and smearing their stomachs was the last straw in the brunette's sense, making him come to his climax mere seconds after his lover, ripping yet another delicious moan from the younger painter as he rode his orgasm. His whole body shuddered with the overwhelming sensations, amplified by the echoes of pleasure in the small room.
Both tired bodies slid along the wall into the floor in a short fall, their breath erratic against each other's mouths, the air coming in and out of their lungs in shallow intakes of breath.
"Thank you," Aoi managed to say as Uruha made himself comfortable by uncrossing his legs around the shorter man's sweaty torso.
"I'm your lover Yuu… I'm willing to do anything for you." He kissed his lover's full lips, sighing happily at the smile framed by black strands decorating Aoi's tired face.
"Next time… bring me along."
「'Cos lately I’ve been watching you..I’ve been waiting for you to take me home. So tell me all of your deepest dark secrets. Lying in your arms inseparable.」
This Town Needs Guns - Dog.