Chinese Torture

Chapter 13

The Yokada

A/N: Flame this chap all you want. This story's gettin' long winded and I decided to nip the story in the bud. Sorry. Enjoy the final chapter.

Kakyuo was strung up by his arms, red with blood from his cuts. In some backalley shed that litterally smelled like acid and death. His stringy reddish hair came to his neck now, twenty four now and still just as immature as ever. His muscles were ripped and he was cut in muscle from head to toe. As much as he might have hated to come to fruition with this, he wished he couldn've just went back and redone- or undone-everything. Or quite frankly, just gone to jail. Now he was in an all new heap of shit.

Shinsuke approached.

"Hello boy," he spoke.

"Why?" Kakyuo yelled, tears from his eyes. "Why?"

"It was the only way to get to you."

"Did you really honestly think it could be serious?" Shinsuke asked.

"I hoped so. All I had was hope."

"Hope is faith without true belief. Thusly, it wouldn't have worked the way your foresaw it."

"What does it matter now! You have me tied up somewhere! Just kill me and be done with it," he answered, hopelessly.

"Not before you speak with someone who's been dying to speak with you."

And "She" entered the Ane-san with Fang Yi behind her.

"Kakyuo. I would've hoped I could've taken you then. But this makes me want your blood more."

"Shoot me then," Kakyuo suggested, gritting his teeth.

"Chinese torture is a much better death. You know who suggested that, right?" she asked, then walked out as Fang just stood there.

"How could you?" kakyuo yelled.

She just shook her head.

"You bitch! I loved you!" he yelled, staring at her.

"I had to kakyuo. I had to."

"Why?"

"I just had to," she held her head down.

"I am sorry."

In their time together they commited crimes together and were, seemingly, in love. Surely she was a Bonnie to his Clyde, but he couldn't trust her- not the way he trusted Yuki.

he wakes up... yuki resuces him...blah blah blah.... God this story's gettin' old quick!