Song Suggestion
Until We Go Down // Ruelle

Akaashi's ears rung from the contact between his head and the ground, although the actual impact could be more synonymous with a word like 'slammed.' He sputtered a bit when the pressure of Terushima's knee pressed into him. He cackled maniacally, the psychotic noise sending deep chills through Akaashi's arms and legs and heart. The glint of a knife paralyzed Akaashi's struggle, not that he would do much after nearly being knocked out cold from yet another head injury. He tried to push himself onto his elbow, but the knee held him in place. His cheek stung, and he lifted his and to touch it.

"Seriously?" He gasped a bit, and Terushima's fist slammed into his face, snapping it to the side. Akaashi's eyes went wide as new tendrils of pain shot through his jaw, along with the adrenaline that finally began to kick in. He spit a bit to the side, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth. "If you chipped a tooth I'm going to be so damn mad—"

Another punch, this time square to the nose. The ringing in his ears persisted, and a warm liquid filled his nose, making it harder to breathe.

"Now, Keiji, baby, I thought you would know better than to talk back to me by now. After all your stupid 'boyfriend,'" he practically hissed the term, "is bleeding out in the living room. You should know better by now than to cross me." His voice carried a nonchalance that really shouldn't accompany such a statement, a kind of monotone emotion that not many could really accomplish. His expression bolstered a wicked smile, and wide eyes glinting psychosis.

Akaashi choked a little, an emotional gag at the thought of Kuroo laying somewhere alone listening to this, bleeding and helpless. Tears welled in his eyes, blurring his vision. "Please..."

He could see the long steak knife again, rising into the moonlight gleaming from the window, the tip inched closer, and closer, until the tip touched his cheek just below his eye. It dragged lightly, and his eyes flickered between Teru's hand holding the knife and Teru's toothy smile as his fear grew in the pit of his stomach. Terushima added a bit more pressure, a line of sting crossing his face. Akaashi froze, but his breathing quickened and became labored as the insane joy on Terushima's face grew. As the warmth of blood beading on his cheek grew, Terushima's grin curled darkly.

"Keiji, your blood is so beautiful..." He mused, leaning forward. He nuzzled the skin where Akaashi's jaw and ear met, taking in a deep, shuddering breath. His nose sniffed up his cheek, resting against Akaashi's face before he shifted. His tongue flickered out, dragging across the line of blood. Akaashi winced as the sting grew exponentially. "So holy..."

He leaned back again, his head tilted back, eyes primitive. A flush ran across his cheeks, and he lifted his fingers to his face, opening his mouth and letting his tongue roll out. He moaned, pressing his fingers against his lip then dragging them down his chest. The sight was erotic and horrifying as Yuuji pushed his knee deeper into Akaashi's chest cavity, the strain causing Akaashi to splutter and gasp. He had barely recovered from the injury of his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking two deep shuttering breaths, deciding he should probably fight back before he is suffocated. Bringing up his elbow, he slammed it into the side of Terushima's knee. When the pressure of it receded, Akaashi lurched to his side, and rolled onto his stomach before scrambling towards the window. If he can get out the window he can scream or something. His desperation clouded his judgement, wherein he was utterly unable to think of any sort of logical plan.

Terushima quickly recovered, and leaped on top of Akaashi's back. A palm pressed at the center of Akaashi's shoulder blades, and feeling the Yuuji's bulge and hearing his harsh breathing hovering above him.

"You should probably think about getting back into shape..." Akaashi jeered, attempting to stall while he sorted through his panicked thoughts of survival. "You sound like you're about to die—"

"Shut up, Keiji." He huffed above him, the heel of his palm digging more into his back.

Akaashi's lips pressed together nervously. He couldn't quite gage Terushima's expression when he was on his stomach, but the venom lacing those three simple words sent shocks of terror once again through Akaashi. At first, he feared being taken again.

Akaashi began to realize that wasn't quite the point of this encounter.

Terushima most likely—

"Akaashi Keiji," Terushima's husky voice suddenly was at his ear. "You have done nothing but step on me."

"Terushima," Akaashi tempered, his voice as soothing as he could manage. "You don't mean that."

"I do, Keiji, I really do. I loved you." He whined, the edge on his voice a bit hysteric.

"I-" Akaashi stuttered, unsure of how to approach this, very well knowing one wrong word could cost both his and Kuroo's life. "I loved you too...?"

"No! You never did! I treated you so good, but you're just a pretty lie."

Akaashi could hear his shirt tearing before his back felt cool. He strained to look over his shoulder, only catching small movements in his peripherals.

"You see, I pined after you, I gave you everything. But you, you, stabbed me in the back twice! This is how you repay me?"

Akaashi froze when he felt the tip of the knife digging into his skin on his back in two crossing lines. His eyes were steadily trained on the window. "Terushima, what are you doing?"

"First you dumped me for Kuroo—"

"Terushima, please stop this—"

"Then," He laughed a bit, a humorless sound. "Then you dumped me for him again! You left me!"

"Yuuji—" Akaashi's eyes were drawn by movement across the wall beneath the window sill. At first he thought he was losing his mind but he realized it was just their shadows.

"It's only fitting then, that you bear the marks for this. I'm not a dumb man. I know when I'm being played."

Our shadows... He thought, watching them very carefully. He watched Terushima raise his knife above his head.

Until then, Akaashi was dissociating. His heart slammed to a stop, feeling all his senses roaring to life at once when he realized he could die. Panic gripped him, and he began to struggle.

"Fool me once, shame on you." Terushima droned, sounding as if he had lost all interest in conversation.

"Terushima, please!" Akaashi's voice cracked, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"A very fitting way, don't you think, to die? Ironic, honestly." Terushima's shadow raised his hand over his head. Akaashi could feel his fingers spreading wide across his skin. "'Stabbed in the back' the headlines will read."

"Yuuji!" Akaashi cried, his nails digging into the flooring. "Stop!"

"Fool me twice, shame on—" Terushima wailed, and Akaashi squeezed his eyes shut as he watched the phantom knife on the wall descended upon him.

"Terushima!"

The piercing pain never came though, and in a split second, his back was free of any and all weight. He sat, lying on his face in confusion. He hadn't screamed at all, he merely had choked out sounds in the last moments. Sounds of a struggle made him realize that Kuroo was the one who screamed. Akaashi's head shot up at the sound of metal clattering against the flooring. The two struggled against each other for a moment, and Akaashi pushed himself up onto his knees, before deciding to test his legs.

Standing fully, he wobbled forward a bit, catching himself on the bed post. He watched Kuroo lying on his back with Terushima above him beside the bed. Kuroo had both hands holding the knife away from his face as Terushima pushed it down. One hand grasped the knife, more blood dripping onto Kuroo's face. Akaashi felt his worry for Kuroo raising somewhere in his throat, but he didn't quite register it. He snorted before drawing his leg back.

He kicked it forward into the side of Terushima's head who fell to the side in a daze, knocking it against the wall. Kuroo's wild eyes looked up to Akaashi, surprise evident on his features. Akaashi noticed the blood stain on his shirt, but Akaashi ignored him. The knife had dropped and skidded away, half under the duvet. Akaashi calmly retrieved it.

"Keiji," Kuroo's voice was gentle, as if he were worried about spooking a mare. He pushed himself up and against the wall, pressing a hand over the hole in his abdomen.

Akaashi had no eyes, no ears for him, all his thoughts and efforts were trained on the knife. He strode over to Teru, soundly landing another kick to his head, and yet another to his ribs, then stomach. He kicked and kicked, as Teru gagged and spluttered against the wall. Keiji leaned down, and his shaking fingers clutched Terushima's shirt. Akaashi dragged Terushima's half limp body away from the wall, and pressed his bare foot square in his chest.

"Keiji," This time, Terushima pleaded softly, his eyes bloodshot, barely conscious, but the cruelty was still there.

Akaashi giggled at the irony, although the sound may have been terrifying to other ears. It was strained and hollow, and he lifted his foot and stomped down. Terushima wheezed out once more, spit and blood flying from his cracked lips as he gasped for breath. Akaashi slowly dropped to his knees, straddling Terushima. His typical blank expression now was complemented by raging eyes, the turquoise blazing like mystical fires.

They flickered down to the knife in his hands, and he appreciated the way the light reflected off it. The meral was thin and razor edged, reflecting his own battered face and crazed eyes. It was his steak knife from the kitchen. How had he become so unhinged?

"You—" He sobbed frantically. "You did this to me!" Akaashi screamed, lifting both hands clasped firmly around the knife's hilt. He brought it down without hesitation, slicing through one of Terushima's hands that lifted to stop him. Blood dropped onto Yuuji's wailing face, as he shook his head back and forth. As he removed the blade, Teri's screeching intensified, and the squelching sounds of blood, flesh, and bone grating against the knife delighted Akaashi in the most terrific way.

He slapped Terushima's hand to the side, and the knife broke through Terushima's chest now. The hot blood splattered across Keiji's tattered shirt, and pooled over Terushima's sides and around Akaashi's knees. Only then, did he realize that he was screaming too, the noise choked and strangled like a wounded animal as he sobbed.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME! TO YOURSELF! YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS! YOU DID THIS!"

His thrusts were erratic and rushed, and he screamed and yelled and sobbed, blood drops hitting his cheeks and wetting his hair. In seconds, the spurts of blood drenched his shirt.

Yuuji looked as if he had been buried beneath a massacre.

He stabbed Terushima's body until it was nearly unrecognizable, until his arms ached, until his throat ached and could no longer produce sound except for weeping. He felt a hand on his shoulder, but it barely registered. Kuroo lifted his chin to look at his face, but he still didn't quite register Kuroo.

It wasn't until he felt Kuroo's palm resting on his cheek, eliciting a sting again that he finally processed Kuroo's soft words.

"Give me the knife, Keiji, baby," He said.

He gave Kuroo the knife, who dropped it, tossed it really, and wrapped his arms around Keiji tightly. Akaashi buried his nose into Kuroo's shirt, inhaling his scent as he sobbed.

"I-It's over," Akaashi choked out. "He's g-g-gone now."

Kuroo laughed mirthlessly, before kissing him gently on the lips. "He won't be coming back, I swear." He murmured against Akaashi's lips, before lifting him slowly and setting him on the bed. Kuroo tore off a piece of the bedsheet, and wrapped it around his body, before crawling onto the bed and pulling Akaashi into his lap.

"It really is over. I already called the police. They'll be here soon, baby. Don't worry, you're safe now. I have you."