4 A day of torture

Ayato was very suspicious.

The last three days were peaceful, too peaceful.

The teachers didn't give him much homework, Rin was being her usual self and he could slack off all he wanted.

...Was he in a genjutsu?

With narrowed eyes the, now twelve-year-old boy walked down the stairs of his house.

He looked around suspiciously, his father was writing something on the computer, while his mother was reading a book...

No chores to be done, no need to go to the supermarket... Suspicious.

"Ayato? Something wrong?"

His father asked, tilting his head at his son who was acting weird, looking at everything like something would jump at him any moment.

"...No... Everything's fine..."

His voice was laced with suspicion and anticipation. His muscles tensed, the hair stood on ends and something finally happened.

Someone knocked on the door.

With a cautious step, he walked to the door, his horns growing and scales covering his arms.

With a quick tug, Ayato opened the door only to see red strands of hair flowing slightly in the wind.

It was Rin...

"Ayato! I found it!"

Oh no...

She held out a DVD...

"This movie is called Titanic, it's from the Pre-quirk era and mom said that it's a good movie, let's watch it!"

...Oh god, not this!

Ayato slowly backed away, eyes dilating as he lowered his body, ready to bolt.

Before he could, a pitch black arm grabbed his leg, then the other, and two more came from the shadows, gripping his arms.

He could break out, but it was too late.

Rin was too close and managed to grab his wrist.

He was doomed.

Everything else happened in a flash. Snacks were prepared, the two were in his room, a blanket was over their legs and a laptop had the disk in.

"...Do I have to?"

She giggled, the nerve of this woman! Here he was, ready for torture and she was giggling!

"Yup, it's not that bad, just a few hours."

Its...Not that bad... Yeah.

-A few hours later, still in his room-

"How can you not cry?! Don't you have a heart?! Where are your feelings?!"

Rin was crying a river... right on him.

his shirt was soaked and his face was set in a deadpan.

Feelings huh?

-Flashback-

His vision was blurry. His ears were ringing. A shout he could not hear clearly.

A rifle shoved in his hands.

A sound of a machine gun spinning.

He pulled the trigger and his shot connected with a man, one out of dozen, wearing a black military uniform with a green vest and a helmet.

He was being dragged from behind by his comrade, who was currently yelling something.

"Get up! Get up! We're almost there!"

He was pulled up and his arm was slung around a man's shoulder who was wearing sunglasses, a mask with a skull painted on it, and a headset.

In front of them, a helicopter landed and its backside slid down, revealing a man in a camo uniform with a black hat, his hair was graying and so was his beard.

He walked down the chopper, towards them seemingly to help the two enter safety.

"Do you have the DSM?"

His question was answered by Ayato's companion since he was too busy staying alive.

"We've got it, sir!"

The elder man nodded and slung Ayato's hand over his shoulder

"Good. That's one less loose end."

A gunshot. Another hole in his body as he fell backward, eyes wide open in surprise.

His ally, Ghost, was just as surprised as him, if not more. He tried to bring his gun up, tried to take revenge for his fallen brother in arms, but he wasn't fast enough as another shot rang out and he too, fell, lifeless.

The DSM was taken from his body. Their bodies burned and were left in the middle of nowhere as the helicopters flew away in the distance.

-Flashback end-

That was the day his trust in NPC characters died, and so did some of his feelings.

Who thought that it was a good idea to put that in a game? The producers, that's who! Fuck those guys.

"Meh, there fine, it's just... not that emotional."

She just cried harder.

This was stupid, why would he care about a rich girl, who was actually a poor girl, fuck a poor guy before the guy froze to death because the girl was too dumb to move over.

Hell, there was enough room there to play a board game!

Ayato just pats her back. This was what he expected today when she showed her the DVD.

"There, there. No need to cry."

She tightened her hold on him.

If she was crying over something rational, he would at least care, but this was stupid! Come on, be rational, woman!

She sniffled.

He waited patiently, rubbing circles on her back while closing the laptop and putting it on the floor next to the bed.

A few minutes later, her breathing evened out and became consistent.

She fell asleep, Ayato sighed, his shirt was still wet and no one was coming in the room, his hearing made it obvious that his mother and father were in the kitchen.

What was he supposed to do now?

Why, contemplate life, of course.

It wasn't until an hour later that someone finally opened the door.

"Ayato, dear, are you guys done?"

He stared blankly at her for a minute, waiting for her to realize that he needed a new shirt, however, much to his chagrin, she chuckled, sent him a thumbs up, and closed the door.

She realized something else entirely!

He sighed in resignation, Rin had a death grip, he couldn't move without waking her up, and she was snappy when she woke up.

With a sigh, he extended a hand toward the drawer and concentrated... Nope, he still needed more training to do things like that.

Hitting his head on the bed frame, he groaned silently...

It wasn't until late at night that Rin woke up and went home, leaving behind an irritated Ayato.