Anata Baka, he thought bitterly as he watched her back away. Who did she think she was? Refusing him was impossible. He always got what he wanted, no matter what. There was no way he would let her escape. He had waited too long for this night.
"What's wrong, dear?" Bastian asked, taking a step towards her. He shoved his hands into his pockets and grinned at Nyah. That foolish, foolish girl.
Baka, he spat in his head. Idiot. What and idiot. Then again, this would be a lot of fun. More fun than usual. He was into the chase, and it would just make the result a lot more exciting.
The knife felt heavy in his pocket. Oh...what fun, what wicked fun he was going to have.
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