[RL - aftermath of collar labor.]

[unknownrival]

The moment Issei read Vanessa's post, he knew the jig was up. Someone had told her who was responsible for the theft. And someone else would doubtless provide a worldhop for her, so he did the only reasonable thing he could do:

He hid in his closet, curled into a ball and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible.

Maybe she wouldn't be able to find him. O-or maybe the other monks wouldn't even let her into his room at all! Maybe it would all blow over-

He was going to die.

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[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

"No, you don't!" she exclaimed again, throwing her arms up in the air as though it was all absolutely futile. "You damaged that girl's inn, didn't you? People are saying it's not like you to do this! What the hell is wrong, are you cursed or something?"

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"Yes, that was me, and I didn't want to do that and I still don't want to do this!" he answered, finally struggling to his feet. "And I know it's not like me, and I've told you again and again, I'm not allowed to explain!"

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

"What!? Is someone going to cut off your fucking balls if you explain!? Cut out your tongue, pry your teeth from your head, pull your fingernails off!? What can someone do to you if you actually fucking exPLAIN to one your fucking VICTIMS why the hell and what the hell is going on!?"

[stripping.livejournal.com]

She was going to start stomping on him again, wasn't she. "You don't understand! It isn't me they'd do something to!"

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I think it's pretty much you people would do something to."


She stomped one foot, getting so close to him and leaning over at that her breath was touching his face, warm against his probably sweating skin. She looked down at him, face impassive and without expression.


"And what I've done to you is nothing compared to what other people will do if you fuck with the wrong ones."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't talking about the victims, idiot, I was talking about the reason I can't explain!"

There was a girl close to him, get it away, get it away. It was difficult to subdue the urge to - to shove her away, or something. But that would probably make things worse.

"I was shot a few days ago, you think I don't know that?"

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

"That might be a good thing!" she declared, staring him down, truly still a formidable foe. "Maybe they need to do it again. And over and over until you fucking learn not to fuck other people's shit up!"


She pulled back, nearly finished with him. Nearly.


"It could have been so much worse. Fuck with my boyfriend and find yourself a monster of epic proportions."

[stripping.livejournal.com]

It was good that she was almost finished, because his temper was at its breaking point.

"And you think I care?! Do you think I would have started this if I wasn't willing to be hospitalized, lose limbs, never walk again, die, anything?! The only problem with that would be if I couldn't finish!

"It isn't for my own sake that I'm doing this! I wouldn't be doing this if it weren't more important than my own life!"

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

"You little prick! You took away something that made my life whole, something I never take off, the most important thing in the world to me, more important even than my God damn boyfriend! Much more important than him, and you're giving me this bullshit!? If I don't get it back, I'm going to kill you, do you understand? This will seem like foreplay. I will grind my boots into your eyes!"

[stripping.livejournal.com]

"It's not my choice if you get it back, so threatening me won't do anything! Although I'm told you will, but only once I'm done. If you kill me I'm sure you'll never see it again.

"I don't have anything against you, but it doesn't matter what it is I have to take or who it's from or how much they value it. If it's for his sake, I don't care!"

[vanessa19white.livejournal.com]

His? His?


Somewhere in the part of her brain that was telling her to go get what she needed and go back to Birkin wanted her to stop. The other part, the reporter part, said to keep going.


"I'll find out. One way or another, I will, mark my words," she said.


And then, with one more look of disgust, her boots were against the floor one more time and she was gone with a slam of the door.

[stripping.livejournal.com]

As soon as he was sure she was gone, he let his head collapse back against the wall.

"...well, that could have gone worse..."