When Rei had been small and Kitato had been smaller, she’d become acquainted with his volatile moods. With age, of course, he’d become less impulsive. Tantrums were only acceptable in considerably smaller bouts at the university. Nonetheless, Rei recognized the lashing wild thing now. A little boy’s hissy fit strung out on a man’s body. It was not laughable when Kit wore his simmering spite now, like it had been when he hissed over taken candy bars as a child. Rei took a small step back. At some point, Kit had become a little dangerous, hadn’t he?<br/><br/>He proved it, and she made a sound that said he was hurting her, when he dragged her by a fistful of her cropped hair to the mattress he’d so thoroughly introduced Yukina. Rei’s pulse was thunder in her ears when he tossed her onto the old mat. She’d been so nicely dressed today, too. A loose-flowing skirt and a high collared blouse. The skirt flared across the mattress in an unhappy disarray. She was stiff beneath him, the color drained from her cheeks. He had closed in on her, and she realized she was rapidly losing the window during which she could possibly retreat. It would have been prudent to plan what remained of an escape now, but she found she could not. Frozen, pathetically, beneath him. She was not some helpless girl. She should simply order him off of her.<br/><br/>“If that’s all the case, it should be fine to move on, right?” Rei asked, unable to hold his gaze, despite herself. This sort of behavior was crafted with the intention to sting, and she wasn’t fond of playing into his attitude. But it did hurt, just a little, to hear him dig at insecurity like that. Insecurities she’d not realized she had, for that matter. It was worse too, laying beneath him. Her body was well aware of what his could do, what it had done, and she felt her limbs had grown warm with an unwarranted anticipation. Rei had not anticipated she’d make it so easy to hate herself.<br/><br/>She grit her teeth when he shoved his fingers against her, making the soft cotton seem harsh on her sensitive folds. An unfair query. He asked questions with his eloquent hands that he already knew the answer for, while his wicked mouth cut her down. It wasn’t as if Rei had even built herself up. She did not feel better than Kit for having caught his attention. She did not feel special. Rei was much too caught up in her own rebellious self to have time to give herself those kinds of congratulations. Rather, when he pulled on her flaws to unravel her, she was more than ready to concede. Only a pathetic woman would soak her panties like this.<br/><br/>She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting him to bully her into another betrayal of her forgotten modesty. It was almost painful when he sat up, abruptly freeing her from the cage of his arms. It was so simple to retreat into him when he surrounded her world. It was jarring to be discarded so rapidly. Rei blinked at him, and her expression was confusing. There was so much conflict there… he’d hurt her, quite apparently, and yet she’d not forgotten the reason she’d met him here to begin with. It was, it seemed, like she was looking for the relief she should have felt but could not find.<br/><br/>“You want me to go?” she asked, when she’d given too many breaths to the silence. She sounded peculiarly meek. Like she wasn’t sure she really had permission, nor if she wanted it. “I…” there was all too much gravity in the things she didn’t say. Rei felt her stomach turn. For all the self-loathing she’d wallowed in for the last day, she would have been the most despicable sort of liar if she wouldn’t admit that Kit had lit something new for her. That she’d not felt new things, learned a little of craving.<br/><br/>“Yeah. I’ll go. Mr. Aikida.” Rei said at last, staring up at him from the place she was reticent to leave. She wriggled out from beneath him, inelegantly propping herself on her hands and knees to crawl off the mattress. She paused then, glancing at him. “I’m sorry, Kit.” She said. Sorry for a lot of things, none of which were wholly clear.