There was a slight crash from the bathroom, like someone knocking over what was left of a large shard of mirror. "F-Fuji?" Havoc gasped, walking out of the bathroom. He was naked from the waist up, with cuts and scratches on his torso, arms and face; mostly on his hands which were a mass of lacerations.

"I..." He looked around the mess he'd created. He'd wanted to tidy up a bit before she got here, he didn't want her to see him like this. He wanted the world just to be nice and cosy and comfy for them, he wanted the lie back. He hated her, he loved her, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to push her away.