The heavy panting and shuddered breath filled both sets of sensitive ears as well as the hollowed out nest. Another pained growl escaped the heaving and now crimson-covered chest as the razor-edged blade made it’s way down the cream colored flesh. The golden eyes had dimmed as they were shut tightly.
“Do you wish to know why I do not use my ki, Youko.” It wasn’t really a question, but a command. He expected an answer. The vermilion stains on his chest reflected within his captor’s indigo orbs and shown off of the ebony tresses.
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