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Nerio Yoshikawa just sits there looking at her not sure what to do with her anymore. He sighs and runs his hand along her side in a caress.
Rena Mayne purred softly in her sleep at his touch.
Nerio Yoshikawa sighs and caresses her shoulder, watching her with a confused expression on his face. What was he thinking? How could she love him? He started to beat himself up in his head. He knew what she wanted. Men to abuse her and that's what she wanted from him too and now he was becoming some love struck idiot. She was probably Damian's toy and he was fucking things up cause of that. He would just have to step back and let Damian have his toy then. There was no way, he thought, that she could ever love a man like him. His father always being there before him made his stomach sickened. He would never have anyone for himself.
Rena Mayne lay on the cot, curled up like a child. Her raven hair, now matted with blood, hung limply about her face. As the morphine took effect, she began to sleep normally as her body no longer needed to fight the pain. She stirred, mewing softly and calling out in her sleep. "Nerio..."
Nerio Yoshikawa tilted his head to the side showing just his profile, "Wha?"
Rena Mayne stirred at the sound of his voice, still definitely asleep. She murmured his name again.
Nerio Yoshikawa looks back at her and sees that she's actually still sleeping. He looks back ahead of himself wondering why the hell she'd be saying his name in her sleep. He shook his head trying to figure out what to do with his life.
Rena Mayne began to purr softly as the morphine sped through her system. The pain nearly gone now, her eyes fluttered open and she found herself starting at his muscled back. This time her voice was louder, clearer, and questioning. "Nerio?"
Nerio Yoshikawa tilted his head again looking back at her thinking she was asleep still. Seeing her eyes open he looks back ahead, "Wha?"
Rena slurred slightly as she spoke, her voice small and nearly childlike. "Is it over?"
Nerio Yoshikawa: "For now" *he says flatly without looking back at her. He couldn't look at her yet. Her voice enough confusing his muddled mind as it was*
Rena Mayne shifted in on the cot and nearly sobbed as she realized she was still clothed. Her mind was fuzzy now but she was almost certain no one had raped her. Her tone was incredulous. "He .... he didn't touch me?" Her mind was a litte to muddled to take in what he'd really done.
Nerio Yoshikawa looked down at the ground hearing her. He didn't know what he did to her other than the obvious ears being missing, "I..dunno"
Rena Mayne pulled herself up to a sitting position and forced herself to focus through the morphine haze. She stared at his back, her emotions, usually held tightly in check, ran rampant under the influence. Her hatered for Damian burned more intensely than it had since the first time he put his hands on her and as she stared at Nerio's slumped back, she couldn't help but wonder if he was in as much emotional termoil as she was. She knew she should hate him too...but somehow, she couldn't.
Nerio Yoshikawa hears her moving behind him and tilted his head to the side, "Spose it's time ta send ya back home." He stands up slowly putting his work aside for now and grabbing his shirt and vest and throwing them on.
Rena Mayne moved her hands over her body gingerly. Clothing still intact, no obvious wounds, until she found the bloody bite on her back. Her fingers moved over her face gingerly, praying he hadn't cut it, encountering her bloody hair, her fingers move through it until they find the spots where the ears should have been. She stared up at him and began to whimper. The sound increasing to a childlike wail as it all flooded back into her mind.
Nerio Yoshikawa cringed at the sound of her wailing and sighed as he sat back down, "Guess not" *he clenched his jaw trying to not let her crying hurt his heart wishing he could just shut down completely as his whole body trembled in agony*
The wail subsided eventually, only to be replace by shuddering sobs. Fury would follow soon, but right now there was only pain. She gradually worked to calm herself and the sobs calmed to the occasional hiccup as she watched him, and she wiped her nose on her shirt hem in a distinctly unladylike manner.
Nerio Yoshikawa bent his head down and put his hands over his ears as he propped his elbows on his thighs not wanting to let the cries get to him. He never had a problem hearing cries. His own mother crying couldn't even bother him much. He didn't understand at all. How could he care for someone that liked his father more anyway?
Her voice finally came from behind him, quiet and small. "He took my ears..."
Nerio Yoshikawa just nodded.
Rena Mayne whispered softly. "But he didn't take anything else..."
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "I dunno wha he did ta ya. I din stay 'n watch."
"He didn't take anything else." Her words are a statement, not a question.
Nerio Yoshikawa: "Aight."
Rena Mayne blinked, working to focus through the morphine haze. "Is my debt to your family paid now? Is my family safe?"
Nerio Yoshikawa: "Ya would 'ave ta ask Damian. This was his show not mine."
Rena Mayne shuddered. "I hope I never see him again as long as I live."
Nerio Yoshikawa scoffs at that.
Rena Mayne narrowed her eyes. "You don't believe me?? Why would I ever...." her tone is incredulous.
Nerio Yoshikawa: "Ya like them bad, Rena..ya like when a man controls ya 'n takes wha he wants. Ya told me tha yerself. He's the best at it..why wouldn't ya?"
"If I want him sooooo bad, then why did I fucking shoot him?" her words tumble over one and other, almost like she can't stop herself.
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "Probably the same reason Jackson 'n Marina beat the shit outta each other 'n shoot each other...some sick twisted game ya two play."
"You think I am like Marina?"
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "I dunno wha yer like anymore. I seen too much shit ta know anymore how ya women think. Ya told me yerself ya liked shit like tha...how'm I spose ta know?"
"Well I'm not like her...I can't even fight, I never shot anyone before in my life. I said I liked sex rough, not that I like bloodsports!"
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "Dunno why we're even 'avin this conversation. Not like it matters is it? Who cares wha I think?"
Rena Mayne pulled up short at that. Who cared? Did she care? she didn't want to care... "I do..." The words fall out and if he were looking at her she'd loook a little shocked.
Nerio Yoshikawa wasn't looking at her as he just stared ahead. He was a little taken back from her saying that though. He just sat there for a moment and pulled out one of his cigars and lit it. He didn't know why she'd care or why it'd matter to him, "Why?"
Rena Mayne stared at his back, him not looking at her, the drugs, it all made it easier to say what she never wanted to say to anyone, ever. "I care what you think cause I love you. I know you don't want it and you don't love me but I can't help it. I hate your father and probably always will but I love you. You aren't him." She slid her feet to the floor and tried to stand, a bit wobbly at first but upright at least.
Nerio Yoshikawa was speechless sitting there staring ahead still. He wondered if the trauma of the evening was just fucking with his head as he looked at the glass in front of him like he were in another world, "Wha? Wha did ya say?"
Rena Mayne nearly screamed it out, the drugs making her feel a little wild and somehow ... free. "I love you, you big dumb idiot of a male!" She'd watched him through all of this, seen the torment. Seen him try and shut himself down. She knew what he was doing, she did it herself. "Shut yourself off, don't feel anything, then no one can hurt you. Well...you hurt me by bringing me here. If I didn't care, it wouldn't have hurt. And it hurt you too, I saw...deny it all you want but I saw it. And you're gonna say you don't love me and you don't care but you feel something or you'd have chucked me out of here by now." she stood panting, waiting for him to berate her, or worse. Laugh. Either way, she'd said what she wanted to say and she was through now.
Nerio Yoshikawa looked behind him to her with a shocked look on his face then looked back at the glass. Must be the morphine making her high and saying crazy shit he thought to himself then shook his head at the idiocy of that. He didn't know how to respond to that. She was right, he was trying to shut down and nearly had and would have completely if she didn't just have her outburst. He sat there stunned then stood up and turned around to look at her, "Big dumb idiot male?" *He took a deep breath rerunning the rest of what she said in his head. The words so foreign to him, no woman ever really said those words to him like that. The ones that had had said them just to get to him. He could tell these weren't words of desperation. She had nothing to gain here, or did she. No, it had to be true. Cause he felt the same, "I..." *he stuttered a bit trying to say those words that made him feel so weak* "I.. love ya too"
Rena Mayne blinked slowly. It was the last thing she'd expected to hear him say. After everything that had happened and what she'd done to him. "You... You do?" She sat down on the floor with an unladylike thud. "Jesus Christ Nerio, what do we do now?"
Nerio Yoshikawa nods slowly, "Wha do ya think I was tryin ta get at before? Ya think all tha was to look cool?" *He went over to her and crouched down next to her with a shake to the head of indecisiveness* "I dunno"
Rena Mayne blinked up at him, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his arms and stay there. "How did this happen?" she smirked at him, she did feel a little loopy, "I thought we were smarter than this?"
Nerio Yoshikawa frowned and shook his head, "I dunno.." *he tried to smile to her but it just wouldn't come to him* "Somehow...ya entranced me the first time I saw ya. Why ya think I stop when ya step inta a room. Yer the only woman I do tha for. Ya know tha? I've felt this way a long time just never told ya"
Rena Mayne nodded, sobbering a bit. "Why do you think I keep coming into rooms you are in?"
Nerio Yoshikawa couldn't help but smile to that and shrugged, "My witty barbaric personality? Ya like big dumb men?"
Rena Mayne chuckled softly. "That and your rugged good looks. And no...I like you."
Nerio Yoshikawa: "If ya think cavemen look good I guess"
Rena Mayne titled her head. "I did like the short hair, but this..." she reached up and tentatively flicked her fingers through it. "This gives you something to hang on to."
Nerio Yoshikawa grinned broadly at her, "I never liked my hair short. I was goin through a thing back then though. I don't think I'll be cuttin it again" *he smiled to her fingers flicking through his hair* "we still got the...wha do we do now question. Yer friends are gonna hate me more now. We're probably never gonna be able ta be seen t'gether again"
Rena Mayne nodded. "Well, if we don't get me out of here soon, my pack is could storm the pool hall at any second."
Nerio Yoshikawa nods and stands up, "They're gonna do tha as soon as they get a look at ya anyway most likely..." *he sighs and puts his hand out to her*
Rena Mayne shook her head. "I'm the negotiator. I'll ... lie."
Nerio Yoshikawa raises a brow, "They'll believe ya?"
Rena Mayne smiled up at him, "Would this face lie?"
Nerio Yoshikawa hmmms, "I sure hope yer not lyin ta me.."
Rena Mayne stepped forward, her face turned to his. She placed her hand on his chest where his heart would be. Reaching for his hand hand with her other she placed it over her heart. "Am I?"
Nerio Yoshikawa let her take his hand and he smiled feeling her hand on his chest and sighed, "No..yer not. I should let ya outta 'ere then 'fore they come with pitchforks."
"Romeo...so ironic. Do you remember?"
Nerio Yoshikawa nods as he looks down with an amused expression, "Yah...Juliet. Lets hope we don't end up like them, though."
Rena woke with a start and reached for him, her hand encountering nothing but pillows empty bedclothes. She murmured his name before reality seared through her mind. Just a dream...a memory. He wasn't there. Might never be again. She rose, dressing in the dark before heading out into the night. Back to the chuch and a god she knew didn't want her.
Rena Mayne purred softly in her sleep at his touch.
Nerio Yoshikawa sighs and caresses her shoulder, watching her with a confused expression on his face. What was he thinking? How could she love him? He started to beat himself up in his head. He knew what she wanted. Men to abuse her and that's what she wanted from him too and now he was becoming some love struck idiot. She was probably Damian's toy and he was fucking things up cause of that. He would just have to step back and let Damian have his toy then. There was no way, he thought, that she could ever love a man like him. His father always being there before him made his stomach sickened. He would never have anyone for himself.
Rena Mayne lay on the cot, curled up like a child. Her raven hair, now matted with blood, hung limply about her face. As the morphine took effect, she began to sleep normally as her body no longer needed to fight the pain. She stirred, mewing softly and calling out in her sleep. "Nerio..."
Nerio Yoshikawa tilted his head to the side showing just his profile, "Wha?"
Rena Mayne stirred at the sound of his voice, still definitely asleep. She murmured his name again.
Nerio Yoshikawa looks back at her and sees that she's actually still sleeping. He looks back ahead of himself wondering why the hell she'd be saying his name in her sleep. He shook his head trying to figure out what to do with his life.
Rena Mayne began to purr softly as the morphine sped through her system. The pain nearly gone now, her eyes fluttered open and she found herself starting at his muscled back. This time her voice was louder, clearer, and questioning. "Nerio?"
Nerio Yoshikawa tilted his head again looking back at her thinking she was asleep still. Seeing her eyes open he looks back ahead, "Wha?"
Rena slurred slightly as she spoke, her voice small and nearly childlike. "Is it over?"
Nerio Yoshikawa: "For now" *he says flatly without looking back at her. He couldn't look at her yet. Her voice enough confusing his muddled mind as it was*
Rena Mayne shifted in on the cot and nearly sobbed as she realized she was still clothed. Her mind was fuzzy now but she was almost certain no one had raped her. Her tone was incredulous. "He .... he didn't touch me?" Her mind was a litte to muddled to take in what he'd really done.
Nerio Yoshikawa looked down at the ground hearing her. He didn't know what he did to her other than the obvious ears being missing, "I..dunno"
Rena Mayne pulled herself up to a sitting position and forced herself to focus through the morphine haze. She stared at his back, her emotions, usually held tightly in check, ran rampant under the influence. Her hatered for Damian burned more intensely than it had since the first time he put his hands on her and as she stared at Nerio's slumped back, she couldn't help but wonder if he was in as much emotional termoil as she was. She knew she should hate him too...but somehow, she couldn't.
Nerio Yoshikawa hears her moving behind him and tilted his head to the side, "Spose it's time ta send ya back home." He stands up slowly putting his work aside for now and grabbing his shirt and vest and throwing them on.
Rena Mayne moved her hands over her body gingerly. Clothing still intact, no obvious wounds, until she found the bloody bite on her back. Her fingers moved over her face gingerly, praying he hadn't cut it, encountering her bloody hair, her fingers move through it until they find the spots where the ears should have been. She stared up at him and began to whimper. The sound increasing to a childlike wail as it all flooded back into her mind.
Nerio Yoshikawa cringed at the sound of her wailing and sighed as he sat back down, "Guess not" *he clenched his jaw trying to not let her crying hurt his heart wishing he could just shut down completely as his whole body trembled in agony*
The wail subsided eventually, only to be replace by shuddering sobs. Fury would follow soon, but right now there was only pain. She gradually worked to calm herself and the sobs calmed to the occasional hiccup as she watched him, and she wiped her nose on her shirt hem in a distinctly unladylike manner.
Nerio Yoshikawa bent his head down and put his hands over his ears as he propped his elbows on his thighs not wanting to let the cries get to him. He never had a problem hearing cries. His own mother crying couldn't even bother him much. He didn't understand at all. How could he care for someone that liked his father more anyway?
Her voice finally came from behind him, quiet and small. "He took my ears..."
Nerio Yoshikawa just nodded.
Rena Mayne whispered softly. "But he didn't take anything else..."
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "I dunno wha he did ta ya. I din stay 'n watch."
"He didn't take anything else." Her words are a statement, not a question.
Nerio Yoshikawa: "Aight."
Rena Mayne blinked, working to focus through the morphine haze. "Is my debt to your family paid now? Is my family safe?"
Nerio Yoshikawa: "Ya would 'ave ta ask Damian. This was his show not mine."
Rena Mayne shuddered. "I hope I never see him again as long as I live."
Nerio Yoshikawa scoffs at that.
Rena Mayne narrowed her eyes. "You don't believe me?? Why would I ever...." her tone is incredulous.
Nerio Yoshikawa: "Ya like them bad, Rena..ya like when a man controls ya 'n takes wha he wants. Ya told me tha yerself. He's the best at it..why wouldn't ya?"
"If I want him sooooo bad, then why did I fucking shoot him?" her words tumble over one and other, almost like she can't stop herself.
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "Probably the same reason Jackson 'n Marina beat the shit outta each other 'n shoot each other...some sick twisted game ya two play."
"You think I am like Marina?"
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "I dunno wha yer like anymore. I seen too much shit ta know anymore how ya women think. Ya told me yerself ya liked shit like tha...how'm I spose ta know?"
"Well I'm not like her...I can't even fight, I never shot anyone before in my life. I said I liked sex rough, not that I like bloodsports!"
Nerio Yoshikawa shrugs, "Dunno why we're even 'avin this conversation. Not like it matters is it? Who cares wha I think?"
Rena Mayne pulled up short at that. Who cared? Did she care? she didn't want to care... "I do..." The words fall out and if he were looking at her she'd loook a little shocked.
Nerio Yoshikawa wasn't looking at her as he just stared ahead. He was a little taken back from her saying that though. He just sat there for a moment and pulled out one of his cigars and lit it. He didn't know why she'd care or why it'd matter to him, "Why?"
Rena Mayne stared at his back, him not looking at her, the drugs, it all made it easier to say what she never wanted to say to anyone, ever. "I care what you think cause I love you. I know you don't want it and you don't love me but I can't help it. I hate your father and probably always will but I love you. You aren't him." She slid her feet to the floor and tried to stand, a bit wobbly at first but upright at least.
Nerio Yoshikawa was speechless sitting there staring ahead still. He wondered if the trauma of the evening was just fucking with his head as he looked at the glass in front of him like he were in another world, "Wha? Wha did ya say?"
Rena Mayne nearly screamed it out, the drugs making her feel a little wild and somehow ... free. "I love you, you big dumb idiot of a male!" She'd watched him through all of this, seen the torment. Seen him try and shut himself down. She knew what he was doing, she did it herself. "Shut yourself off, don't feel anything, then no one can hurt you. Well...you hurt me by bringing me here. If I didn't care, it wouldn't have hurt. And it hurt you too, I saw...deny it all you want but I saw it. And you're gonna say you don't love me and you don't care but you feel something or you'd have chucked me out of here by now." she stood panting, waiting for him to berate her, or worse. Laugh. Either way, she'd said what she wanted to say and she was through now.
Nerio Yoshikawa looked behind him to her with a shocked look on his face then looked back at the glass. Must be the morphine making her high and saying crazy shit he thought to himself then shook his head at the idiocy of that. He didn't know how to respond to that. She was right, he was trying to shut down and nearly had and would have completely if she didn't just have her outburst. He sat there stunned then stood up and turned around to look at her, "Big dumb idiot male?" *He took a deep breath rerunning the rest of what she said in his head. The words so foreign to him, no woman ever really said those words to him like that. The ones that had had said them just to get to him. He could tell these weren't words of desperation. She had nothing to gain here, or did she. No, it had to be true. Cause he felt the same, "I..." *he stuttered a bit trying to say those words that made him feel so weak* "I.. love ya too"
Rena Mayne blinked slowly. It was the last thing she'd expected to hear him say. After everything that had happened and what she'd done to him. "You... You do?" She sat down on the floor with an unladylike thud. "Jesus Christ Nerio, what do we do now?"
Nerio Yoshikawa nods slowly, "Wha do ya think I was tryin ta get at before? Ya think all tha was to look cool?" *He went over to her and crouched down next to her with a shake to the head of indecisiveness* "I dunno"
Rena Mayne blinked up at him, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his arms and stay there. "How did this happen?" she smirked at him, she did feel a little loopy, "I thought we were smarter than this?"
Nerio Yoshikawa frowned and shook his head, "I dunno.." *he tried to smile to her but it just wouldn't come to him* "Somehow...ya entranced me the first time I saw ya. Why ya think I stop when ya step inta a room. Yer the only woman I do tha for. Ya know tha? I've felt this way a long time just never told ya"
Rena Mayne nodded, sobbering a bit. "Why do you think I keep coming into rooms you are in?"
Nerio Yoshikawa couldn't help but smile to that and shrugged, "My witty barbaric personality? Ya like big dumb men?"
Rena Mayne chuckled softly. "That and your rugged good looks. And no...I like you."
Nerio Yoshikawa: "If ya think cavemen look good I guess"
Rena Mayne titled her head. "I did like the short hair, but this..." she reached up and tentatively flicked her fingers through it. "This gives you something to hang on to."
Nerio Yoshikawa grinned broadly at her, "I never liked my hair short. I was goin through a thing back then though. I don't think I'll be cuttin it again" *he smiled to her fingers flicking through his hair* "we still got the...wha do we do now question. Yer friends are gonna hate me more now. We're probably never gonna be able ta be seen t'gether again"
Rena Mayne nodded. "Well, if we don't get me out of here soon, my pack is could storm the pool hall at any second."
Nerio Yoshikawa nods and stands up, "They're gonna do tha as soon as they get a look at ya anyway most likely..." *he sighs and puts his hand out to her*
Rena Mayne shook her head. "I'm the negotiator. I'll ... lie."
Nerio Yoshikawa raises a brow, "They'll believe ya?"
Rena Mayne smiled up at him, "Would this face lie?"
Nerio Yoshikawa hmmms, "I sure hope yer not lyin ta me.."
Rena Mayne stepped forward, her face turned to his. She placed her hand on his chest where his heart would be. Reaching for his hand hand with her other she placed it over her heart. "Am I?"
Nerio Yoshikawa let her take his hand and he smiled feeling her hand on his chest and sighed, "No..yer not. I should let ya outta 'ere then 'fore they come with pitchforks."
"Romeo...so ironic. Do you remember?"
Nerio Yoshikawa nods as he looks down with an amused expression, "Yah...Juliet. Lets hope we don't end up like them, though."
Rena woke with a start and reached for him, her hand encountering nothing but pillows empty bedclothes. She murmured his name before reality seared through her mind. Just a dream...a memory. He wasn't there. Might never be again. She rose, dressing in the dark before heading out into the night. Back to the chuch and a god she knew didn't want her.