Kitty was on her bed, thinking about the aftermath of Dazai's actions, she took a hand mirror and stared at her reflection. Her eyes lingered at the neck where Dazai had left a small mark on her skin. She traced the spot which tinged slightly.
Mori barged into the room without any further notice which startled kitty a bit. Kitty put the mirror on the bed.
"Admiring your beauty eh-, Kitty?," Mori asked. He crawled to the bed as she sat silently, Mori's hand travelled to her face as he lifted her chin, her bright pink eyes locked into his icy blue eyes.
He smelled different that day, a smell mingled with dirt and blood, his white gloves were stained red and smelt rusty. His smell stench like a bloodlust, she didn't like it but she didn't hate it entirely too.
Mori looked at Kitty's neck and turned her chin away to take a sharper look at it. He squinted his eyes and examined it carefully like a medical professional that he was.
"What is this?," he questioned.
Kitty was scared to look into his eyes, his expression was combination of terror and horror both.
"It's nec..klace.," her voice came into trembled and feeble form.
"I am quite jealous.," Mori touched the bruise left by necklace.
He brought Kitty's neck closer, biting and nibbled it, digging his teeth on her skin, making Kitty feel a slight pain. Mori gave kitty deeper and redder marks.
"Who gave you that necklace, Kitty?," he asked as he positioned kitty so that she could face-to-face.
"It was mine.," she said, feebly.
Mori bit her lower lip, and said, "Throw it, I will give you mine and let my necklace leave marks on your skin."
Kitty thought the idea to be strange. She knew that it was not a necklace but Dazai's marks, a forceful one. The one to challenge and perhaps irritate him.
Mori's hand reached to her thighs and he traced her thighs drawing a lazy pattern. He wrote 'MY CAT'.
"Kitty, I can't control myself.," he said. He kissed her forcefully in an attempt to claim her and make her completely his. When he placed her in the middle of bed he completely lost himself in the process.
He brushed her long wavy hair with her fingers, making locks with them and playing with them.
"She's a goddess.," he thought.
"Mori.," Kitty said, "I.. can't..."
Mori placed his fingers on her lips, silencing her mid-sentence. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a weight that pressed down on her chest.
"You forgot," he said, a chilling smile curving his lips, "you are nothing but my doll."
The words hung in the air, cold and absolute, as if spoken from the lips of a puppeteer to his marionette.
Kitty was taken aback by the statement. She was on the verge of tears. She locked her eyes on him with utter sadness.
Mori unzipped her clothes and whispered, "I am your fate. It would be better to accept it."
"Sooner the better."
She wore a disappointed expression. The words were sharp and cut the air like a blade.
Mori hugged Kitty as he removed her dress and exposing her fragility, placing it in front of her.
Mori slid off her panties and placed his instrument hastily. He looked straight up at her, her legs wrapped around his form and he moved little rough. He liked the black dress, it made her feel loud but weak.
Kitty accepted him, Did she had any other option?
She had no standing not in front of Dazai or in front of Mori, she felt weak, an object, a toy, a plaything only for their desires. No more, no less.
After their rough and intimate encounter, she sobbed on his arms, folding herself to him taking a refuge at the arms of her villain. She had never been so close to anyone. He embraced her. He admired her fragility, her doll-like appearance, her innocence.
Everything excited him.
It made him feel swell with pride. Mori brushed away her tears and said, "I will protect you from everyone except myself... I can't do that."