Makoto went to the bathroom and cleaned his face of the blood that had run down it after smashing his head into the mirror, watching as it mixed with the water, rivers of red swirling into the sink. He shook his head, before a flash of anger appeared on his face.
"This is my body, mine and mine alone!"
He waited, but no answer ever came, not that an answer ever came anyway. Sighing, he prepared for his classes at his college, and left his room. Making his way towards his first class, he noticed that some students were looking at him as he walked by. He shrugged it off, figuring that they were probably wondering where his mysterious red-haired goddess was.
His classes proceeded as usual, his aggressive posture daring anyone to approach him, they would regret it. Eventually, it was time for lunch, and he sat down at his usual table. However, as he was eating, he noticed glances in his direction, students looking at him from the corners of their eyes. Once he looked at the students gazing at him, they promptly looked away and resumed eating their food. First those people on the way to class, and now in the cafeteria too?
He chalked it up to the event with Sharon, remembering the many cat calls and looks of envy on the students faces, male and female alike. He didn't blame them, Sharon was drop dead gorgeous, and he still wondered how he managed to snag such a beauty. Well, two beauties now technically, since Lilliana is here now. I wonder how long it'll be until our night activities get a bit more...erotic.
Hiding his small grin at his dirty thoughts, he quickly remembered what happened earlier in Azalon. The way Sharon and Lilliana threw looks his way, not realizing that he noticed every single time they did so. He would have to talk to them, eventually. He had completely lost control in his fight with Stellarwick, and he knew Zergoon was starting to wonder what Makoto meant when he told him that he had a mental condition.
Sighing once more, he finished his meal when he heard footsteps getting closer, and they were getting faster. He sat there listening to them when all his instincts fired off at once, making him duck his head as a fist went flying over it. What the fuck?
Dragged himself out of his thoughts quickly, he pushed his chair out, hitting the person behind him, themselves letting out an audible grunt. Standing up, he turned to see Veronica's boyfriend Steve, the one who had hit him recently before meeting Sharon.
He eyed him, noticing the look of shock on his face. This guy again, seriously?
"Just couldn't get enough of me, could you Steve?" Makoto questioned him, for two reasons. One to taunt him, and the other reason to figure why the hell Steve just tried to attack him, in the cafeteria. Makoto looked around, noticing how everyone in the cafeteria was looking at both of them, waiting to see what would happen.
"Fuck you Makoto! I talked to Veronica after you got your ass kicked, and she left me after I wouldn't tell her what happened!" Makoto looked at him, watching as Steve stood up and looked back at him. Veronica left him, she didn't say that when she tried to question me before.
Makoto came out of his thoughts as Steve started walking towards him, his face contorted in anger.
I'll show him true anger, true rage.
Steve threw a punch at Makoto, leaving himself completely open as he followed through with it. Using his feet, Makoto ducked under his punch, and kicked Steve in the shin, proceeding to sidestep as the giant man fell over to the ground.
"Come on Steve, don't tell me that's all you got?"
Steve grunted in pain and annoyance and shot to his feet, running towards Makoto with his arms out to wrestle him to the ground. Makoto went to sidestep it, but got blocked by the students who had made a circle around them to watch. He silently curses them before getting pushed to the ground by Steve, who climbs on top of him and starts punching him square in the face.
At this point, Makoto's rage rose quickly, and blocking his face, he rolls around, managing to get on top of Steve and return equal punishment, watching as he pummels Steve's face in.
Makoto keeps punching, and punching, until he hears a disgusting cracking, and blood coming out of Steve's nose, realizing he broke it. He looked at Steve's face, noticing that he was crying in pain, his eyes slowly becoming swollen and turning black.
Very good...
Stopping his fists, he stood up and looked at his hands, covered in blood. Steve's blood. He was a monster, no good would come to those around him. Then again, he also knew that those who dare hurt those he loved, no good would come to them either. He would slice them open, cut them apart, limb by limb, until they begged for mercy, and he would provide none.
Taking his gaze off his hands, he looked around, noticing every single pair of eyes were focused on him, even Steve's. Good, let's make it clear what it means to fuck with me.
"Listen up! Let this be a warning to whomever decides to get in my fucking business! If you fuck with me, you'll end up just like how this crying sack of shit did too!"
Everyone jolted back in fear as the man they saw looked all of them in the eyes, making it clear that he wasn't lying, and he would do whatever he could to make their lives miserable.
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What the man hadn't realized, or acknowledged was that his eyes were a dark crimson red, they had been since the moment he stepped into the cafeteria. The students noticed his eyes stop on someone, but he only smiled maliciously before turning away to his opponent on the floor.
Makoto looked at Steve once more, before kicking him hard in sides, eliciting a groan of pain which sounded like heaven to his ears, before pushing through the crowd of students, too stunned and fearful of what he might do to stop him. They watched as he left the cafeteria, whistling happily to himself as if nothing had even happened.
The students watched Steve silently, before moving back to their tables to resume lunch, Steve's groans of pain and silent weeping falling on deaf ears.
They knew nothing good would come of helping him.
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Veronica had been there, she had been sitting at a different table, hiding herself away from Makoto's gaze, but she had been watching him. She still couldn't believe how much he had changed, from being the boy trying to avoid attention, to the man that dared should anyone to come close to him, they would be met with rage.
She watched as he ate his lunch, quite aggressively, which was weird to see as his lunch always consisted of a sandwich, not that she always paying attention to what he ate. Well, she may have been watching him eat most of the time.
She didn't understand how what she had done could change him so much. Normally, the guys she had teased would be upset for a bit, then try to get in her pants again, obviously wanting her because of her beauty, not caring for her personality, not that she paid them any mind. She had figured that Makoto would be an easy tease, so why did she feel this way after he found out?
Why did she feel hurt, and feel like she had done something terrible? Was it because Makoto had been the first person to treat her as a friend, instead of trying to sleep with her? She shook her head, it didn't matter. She had screwed up big time, and after seeing the red haired, sapphire blue eyed vixen who could counter her looks, or maybe even look better than her, it only cemented that mistake even more.
She remembered how it felt seeing Makoto and that girl engage in one of the hottest make-outs she had ever seen, how she thought about at the time what it would have been like if she had been in that girl's spot instead, Makoto's arms holding her to him, eyes full of uncontained desire and lust for herself.
Veronica shivered, but it wasn't due to it being cold.
Closing her eyes, she laid her head on her arm that lay on the table, losing herself in her thoughts. She sat there for a bit, when she heard a commotion, the sound of a chair scraping across the ground and someone stumbling back. At first, she didn't pay any mind to it, someone must have just fallen out of their chair. That was, until she heard her ex telling the last person she wanted to be told fuck you.
Standing straight up, she stood in the midst of the crowd that had grown substantially, making sure she was able to see what was happening.
Looking towards the center, she saw Makoto, his brown hair parted on either side of his eyes, which were staring right back at Steve, her ex. He was on the ground, staring back at Makoto for what seemed like minutes, until he shot back to his feet and rushed him.
She watched as the rest of the fight played out, watching as Makoto beat Steve within an inch of his life, completely shocked that he could even do something like that. However, she noticed that at one point, she swore she saw Makoto's eyes were red. Nothing like the brown eyes that had stared at her full of nervousness and happiness before she had ruined everything.
When Makoto stood up and told everyone off, she could only stare at her feet as she believed that she was wholeheartedly responsible for the way he acted. With her doing so though, she had missed that Makoto had stopped and looked at her, crimson eyes staring directly at her, a vicious smile playing upon his lips.
After everyone resumed their lunch, she stood there, looking at Steve as his curled around himself, groaning and crying in pain. She could only wonder how different things would be if she hadn't screwed with Makoto. Would he be holding her like he held the exotic vixen she had seen? Would he kiss her like those two did? Would he be as strong and aggressive in bed as he was in the fight with Steve?
There was only one thing she knew, that she had fucked up big time, and she wished she could change what happened.
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Makoto walked out of the cafeteria, whistling happily until he made sure that no one was following him or could see him. After looking around and noticing the hall was empty, he sprinted back to his room, no longer bearing a happy look on his face.
Pushing the door open to his room, he closed and locked it behind him, proceeding to sit on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands. They were covered in blood, but it wasn't his. It's getting worse, I need to calm down.
He rubbed his hands together, watching the blood smear against his skin, coating them red.
What a beautiful color...
Makoto shook his head, and cleared his mind. He needed to sleep, too much had happened today with the Beast, and he suddenly felt very, very exhausted. Standing up, he went to the bathroom to wash his body free of blood for the second time in one day.
He wondered what Sharon would think, knowing full well that he would tell her what happened in the cafeteria, if only to have her say everything would be okay, even though he knew nothing was okay with him. He was a monster, he saw the fear in Sharon's and Lilliana's eyes after their encounter with Stellarwick.
The way he had started that fight, well, more like a slaughter, was not normal. The sound of his bones cracking and snapping, his lack of care as he swung wildly at Stellarwick, putting his bones back in place after they were dislocated, that wasn't normal. He wasn't normal, and he knew the Beast was the cause of it.
Word would spread throughout the school what had happened in the cafeteria, and it wouldn't be too long before someone came knocking and asking him questions. Makoto didn't know what'd he'd do, could he really claim it was self-defense, when Steve looked the way he did? Truth was, he had enjoyed it. Every single minute of inflicting pain on Steve, it was blissful.
Deep down, Makoto figured he should be scared of the type of feelings he got from what he did, but he just felt cold.
Looking into the mirror, he saw dark brown eyes looking back at him, not bothering to tell the Beast that this was his body, not his. He was too tired, and felt cold after today's events. He really just wished Sharon was here, to be able to hold onto his love, feeling the warmth of her chest, and listening to the beat of her heart that held love for him.
Returning to his bed with a silent sigh, he stripped down to his underwear, then laid in bed, thinking of Sharon and the love he had for her. Those thoughts however quickly changed to Lilliana, and how he didn't know what he felt for the beautiful mage. He still hadn't figured out whether it was physical attraction, or something more. All he knew was that they both loved him, quickly falling to sleep with one last thought in his head.
Makoto was quite alright with that.