Aya's POV
Masamune had gripped my upper arms hard when he crashed his lips against mine passionately. I did not respond. Staying stiff against him, my wide-open eyes grew crimson with my outrage.
Pulling his head back, he looked down at me and had the gall to ask "What's wrong Aya? Oh Gods, your eyes.." he stepped back as he let me go. Without hesitation, I hauled off and punched him clear across the room. His back slammed into the wall fifteen feet away, plaster cracking behind and around the impact site of his body. Slowly he slid down what was left of the wall, a bit dazed. His hands moved to his upper abdominal area where he doubled over in pain looking right at me in confusion.
