((Hey guys, I'm so sorry... I was going to update earlier today. I had nearly the entire chapter completed when my computer, without warning I might add, decides to reboot... I hadn't saved it, and for some reason it couldn't be recovered... Let's just say I'm pissed.... But, i'm finally done rewriting it, so here it is...))

"You've grown soft, Anti..."

Dark speaks as soon as the blonde man enters the room. Anti rolls his eyes and says nothing in return, simply walking to the bed and throwing a pillow and blanket to the floor, silently telling Dark to sleep on the floor. He was in no mood to share a bed with that man.

He'd spent the entire day doing basically nothing.. Anything to avoid going up to the bedroom where Dark had been strangely quiet. However as midnight fell Anti's body began to feel tired, even he needed sleep, and the couch looked far from inviting, so he forced himself to go to the place he'd been avoiding. Frankly, he didn't want to deal with Dark at the moment.

"It's pathetic..."

He adds gruffly, clearly trying to get some kind of reaction from the man. Though Anti simply ignores him, too tired to even bother responding. Instead he focuses on arranging the pillows left on the bed.

"You could have killed, Sean..."

With that sentence Anti freezes, narrowing his mismatched eyes as he looks up skeptically.

"How did you know about that?"

He asks quickly, honestly a bit worried about what Dark had seen or heard. He'd thought only him and Jack knew about that. The black haired man smiles, pushing off from the wall he'd been leaning against, happy to have gotten at least some small reaction.

"Where did you think I was when you drunkenly confided in him? I was watching the entire thing."

Dark chuckles, as though the entire thing was funny to him. Anti stifles a groan as he shuts his mouth, not bothering with a response, and simply continuing to adjust the bed, before his curiosity finally gets the best of him.

"What did I say...?"

He finally asks, letting his mismatched eyes travel upward again, struggling to keep them cold and emotionless. Dark's mouth curls into a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"I suppose you were too smashed to remember... Well you certainly said some interesting things... You truly showed how weak you are."

The black haired man replies bluntly, smiling even wider as a small growl escapes the blonde man, and his fists clench at his sides.

"What did I say?"

Anti asks again, forcing his hands to relax. Dark chuckles and walks forward, stopping just on the other side of the bed, red eyes studying the blonde across from him.

"Well you did admit to Sean that you can't kill him... I always knew you were too pathetic to ever go through with it..."

The black haired man chuckles darkly, red eyes shining with amusement as Anti continues to glare at him.

"Then I believe you went on a rant about how Sean... "Stole" me from you. How i'm supposed to be yours..."

Dark continues, his voice growing darker as he continues speaking. Anti continues to glare at the man, though his stone cold face threatened to break, to show how he really felt about Dark hearing it all.

"I was drunk... Don't read too much into it."

Anti grumbles under his breath, finally having to look away from those mischevious red eyes. Another deep chuckle escapes the man.

"Keep lying to yourself, Anti... We both know the truth."

Dark speaks, lowering his voice as he slowly walked around the bed, stopping in front of the smaller man, who forced his gaze upward, to glare into those intimidating eyes despite all his instincts telling him not to.

"Tell me... That night I told you the truth... Did you cry before drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"

Anti's hands clench into fists once again at his sides, his lip curling back into a snarl as those words leave Dark's mouth.

Before Anti knew what he was doing, his fist swung, and collided with the taller man's jawbone. Dark releases a small grunt as his head whips to the side, Anti's strength in that one blow surprising even him.

Dark lifts a hand to his reddened jaw, where a bruise was likely to form, blinking a few times as he processed this. His red eyes soon travel to the smaller man once again, and the pure rage in those blood red eyes makes even Anti shrink back slightly.

Before Anti can think Dark's hand wraps around his small throat tightly, shoving him roughly against the wall, his head colliding with the hard surface and making his vision blur slightly.

"Feeling feisty are we?"

The black haired man growls, his large hand cutting off any air, nails digging into Anti's fairly pale throat. The blonde claws at his hand, gasping for air as his lungs screamed. His mismatched eyes refusing to look into the rage-filled ones of Dark as he spoke again.

"Don't you ever think you have the right to disrespect me like that...."

The black haired man snarls softly, his voice cold and calm despite the pure fury that shone in his eyes.

"You are nothing but a pest, no better than the ground I walk on... Anytime you feel like you are anything more than a weak piece of shit, I want you to remember this moment.... Do I make myself clear?"

Anti gently nods his head as the hand tightens around his throat, making it clear the man wanted some kind of response. Dark, satisfied, finally drops him. Anti falls to the ground, clutching his throat and sucking in deep gulps of air, blinking away his blurred vision.

Dark's mouth curls into a small satisfied smirk as he turns away from the gasping man and walks out the bedroom door, closing it fairly loudly behind him, without so much as another word.

Anti slowly controls his breathing, grabbing onto the bed for support as he forced himself to stand, hand brushing the sore skin of his throat as he slowly sat on the bed, Dark's voice continuing to echo through his head even now. Simply making his anger grow.

You've grown soft. Pathetic. You are nothing but a pest. Weak piece of shit.

As that dark voice kept playing over and over in his head, Anti's hands ball into fists, clutching the sheets beneath him, his mismatched eyes shining with pure rage, and his lip curling back into what seemed like a permanent snarl.

"I'll show you weak you damned bastard..."