"Fuck, its kind of strange to sneak into someone's room at night. I don't remember him inviting into our bed. Creeping and crawling into a fourteen year old's bed. I don't care if you're fifteen, its still screwed up. So just shut up pinky until you actually have something worth saying, the only reason I haven't thrown your ugly ass out of this room yet is because Akito likes you a lot. So don't get the wrong fucking idea." Agito sneered, looking at her from the corner of his eye, frowning with disgust. What did Akito see in such a ugly loud mouth girl? Was he losing it?...No, Akito was just too nice for his own good and look what it earned him; two fucked-up creeps cuddling in bed with him.
Fuck.
His attention shifted back to Raito, glaring daggers at him. "No, its not mental. I'm real, I exist. I'm not a fucking SPD, get it through that fucking head of yours already. Ever thought it may have to do with I'm from a different world then you? I protect Akito, that’s just how it fucking is." The fang king spat, not enjoying this conversation at all. He was worried enough about his existence, he didn't need some smart ass pretty boy questioning it as well and trying to pass him off as a SPD. Agito knew it had nothing to do with being from a different world, but it seemed like a good excuse until he could come up with a better one. Fuck, why couldn't he just drop it.
"Why do you have to try, trying to explain why Akito and I share the same body anyway? Just accept it and get over it, anything you say won't change a damn thing other then make you believe in a lie. I exist. I'm Agito. That’s the end of it." Agito stated, putting up a front, his gaze just staring at Raito, daring him to state otherwise. Raito seemed to be the only person that could make his blood boil, heart pound in this whole place or even his own world, it was weird meeting someone that could get such a raise out of him. Normally Agito could just shrug things off and hit back with a better insult or just add the person to his bloody road. Riding the 'thin red line' between life and death whenever he was in a AT battle was an amazing feeling; and all time high. His drug. But for some reason, fighting with Raito seemed more....filling? He wasn't sure of the right words to describe it, and he didn‘t bother with it pass that or bother answering Raito’s question of the eye patch. Why should he anyway, he’d figure it out on his own eventually anyway and he really didn’t want Raito nor Sakura figuring out they could just as easily move the eye patch to bring out Akito.