No longer did Suketsune's mind completely take in the knife, slicing into his cheek and leaving gashes of spilling red in his soft, pale skin. He blankly stared into the abyss, opening up before his mind, overwhelmed by the pain from about every part of his body. His narrowly parted lips let a stream of red flow onto the floor. "I'm not... Lying..." he whispered. He really wasn't. Why would he lie?<br/>He just wanted to get out of here. Even as the blade skewed into the skin of his broken forearm, a flinch, a slight pull of his muscles was all that his captors got.<br/><br/>The woman was met with a similarly blank gaze as the man did, with all her bullshit that she said. He wasn't listening. "I'm not lying..." he whispered once more. He thought this is all... That they were satisfied...<br/>How painfully wrong he was. She crashed her foot down onto his knee, effectively fracturing his kneecap, and twisting his leg into an agonizingly unnatural position. And he screamed. Shutting his eyes by instinct he screamed his lungs out as he lay there in a pool of his own blood. Just end it, just end it finally!<br/><br/>"I'll tell you... Everything you need to know about the council..." he finally managed to mutter through his clenched teeth, tears like rivers stained red welling from his eyes.<br/><br/>Just wished that they could leave him...<br/><br/>Slow, silent clapping echoed in the room. It was a hollow sound of leather hitting leather, a bit muffled, but to Suketsune's ears, it was more than anything he's gotten till now. He feared what it might signify, yet, at the same time, it was a spark of hope. To see the man with banknotes on his sunglasses, hiding a pair of eyes so poisonous, standing up and slowly walking forth... He drew a shaking breath in, seeing the man walk forwards slowly, with raised hands gesturing for both of his subordinates to step aside. "Finally got a bit of common sense?" his voice, once again smooth, echoed in the premises. He squatted down beside Suketsune, drawing a whole pack of tissues to softly wipe all the blood from his face, tossing them around carelessly afterwards. It was strange - a man who so cold-bloodedly inflicted pain on others could suddenly become so graceful and soft.<br/><br/>"Talk. But don't tell me no lies... If you tell me a lie," Yutaka picked Suketsune's head up, forcing him into a half-sitting position, and himself leaned in uncomfortably close, "I will kill you." That whisper into his ear sent chills down his spine.<br/>And Suketsune talked. He prized his life and the purpose he had in it above the lives of the council, even his own uncle, which were far from a true concern of his. And so, he talked. He said every single thing he knew about the Council. With the warmth of blood, leaving his veins, he was desperate...<br/><br/>He couldn't afford to die here.<span style="font-style: italic">Satomi... Ryouko...</span><br/>The abyss welcomed him with open arms. He finished talking, there was nothing more to say, and his eyes slowly closed, leaving him with a single image of a dark room, and her beautiful face imprinted in his memories.<br/><br/>Yutaka barred his teeth at the passed-out aristocrat, bathed in blood, and roughly dropped him back onto the floor. His rough cackle was like the cawing of a crow... His memory recorded every word he got.<br/>"I think he's done for... He's still breathing. I guess Miss Yamahata will get a sour surprise once she comes to the address her<span style="font-style: italic">dear</span>brother will<span style="font-style: italic">just now</span>text her to come to." he chirped, his bloodied glove pulling Suketsune's phone out of his pocket once more.