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[ikamigami]

Some Harleith out of context if anyone is interested :3c

I finally found it in myself to sit and write down this part of my future fic. At first I wasn't sure if I should write cause it happens somewhere in the middle of the story QwQ but here it is nxnxnxnxnxmxnxn

TW: they're half-naked and they do some uhhh weird stuff lol though it's nothing explicit; anyway it's 18+ cause whole fic will be 18+ (also mature audience due to heavy topics).

My silly scribbles are under the cut (also some things may change when I finally sit to write my fic but I hope someone will like what I posted here QwQ)

Also sorry for my poor English cause it isn't my native language.

(it's Leith's p.o.v.)

We were both sitting on his bed panting heavily after a quick session of whatever the hell we were doing. It wasn't sex and we weren't even kissing. We weren't hugging either. It couldn't even be considered romantic. We were just grabbing fiercely at and digging nails and sinking our teeth in each other's skin. Though it wasn't brawl either. Even though if someone caught us together like that they would think that we just fought.

I looked at his chest moving up and down. His skin looked pale even with lights turned off. I could see due to faint light coming from outside glistering sweat on his chest. One of sweatdrops found its way to his nipple. "Why am I looking at his nipples?" my mind wondered but the thought quickly faded away as shiver ran through my body. Only then I realized how cold it was here. I looked at my own chest moistured by sweat. As usual scratches and bruises were almost gone as expected.

I still couldn't understand why was I doing this. Why was I getting closer to him? "It's because you want to break him, remember." I repeated in my head though I didn't feel confident in that. Not anymore. When I looked up I saw his face marely an inch in front of me. I flinched slightly.

- Boo! - Harley whisper-blowed at my face. - Got ya. - he looked at me smugly. In dark room his eyebags caused his eyes to look like they were lurking from the the darkest depths of well.

I rolled my eyes at him and smirked. - You're not scary. - I bared my teeth in sly grin.

- You're not fooling anyone, Leith. - he singsonged baring his teeth as well. - I still remember how you tried to hide from me. - he smiled deviously.

- Oh and I still remember what happened two months ago, in the bathroom. - my smile grew wider and I snickered though I felt for a moment a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. He rolled his eyes at me.

- Ugh - Harley was visibly repulsed by the memory of that event. - Don't mention it ever again. - he almost barked. I snickered at his response. - And don't laugh. - he looked at me as if he could kill me with his glare. My smile grew even wider. I wasn't exactly sure what was so funny in Harley's reaction but for some reason it felt nice.

"No! You weren't supposed to fall for his tricks. Dammit! Is this how he wrapped Yarnaby around his little finger?" Thoughts flew quickly through my mind. I shook my head not wanting to even think about it. I was still smiling at him which made him more irritated.

- Did anyone tell you, that you're annoying? - he huffed and grimaced. I only snickered at that. - I guess not enough times. - he rolled his eyes again and his frown deepened. I chuckled and felt that my cheeks got warmer. Harley looked as if he was getting ready to jump at me baring his teeth like a wild animal when I remembered why I actually went to him.

- Wait! - I raised my hands instinctively in self-defense and he stopped himself with mouth still wide open. He snapped his jaw loudly disappointed that he didn't get to sink his teeth in my neck. I smiled a bit sheepishly. The nagging feeling got back and my body tensed and started filling slowly with dread. - I wanted.. to apologize to you for.. before... - words barely strained out of my mouth. I shifted my gaze to my hands and started absentmindedly playing with my fingers. It felt awkward. It wasn't normal. I rarely apologized to anyone for anything. But I really felt the need to. I felt that I should do so. It only felt right.

The awkward silence lasted agonizingly long. I was unable to look at Harley at that moment. It was so unlike me it felt embarrassing though I didn't know exactly why. A sudden icy-cold touch to my forehead tore me out of my thoughts. I gasped quietly as slight shiver went through my body.

- Are you okay? - he asked me seriously as I looked up at him. To say he was dumbfounded by my sudden apology would be an understatement. His brows were knitted and corners of his mouth were pulled down in comically deep frown. He looked at me as if I was possessed by a demon. - You don't seem to have a fever, hmm. - he took his hand from my forehead observing me carefully as if he tried to dissect what was going on in my head to cause such an unexpected occurrence.

- Yeah, I'm fine. - I replied as if I didn't apologize out of the blue just a moment ago. He opened his mouth slightly as if he wanted to say something but he immediately closed it. He seemed even more confused than before. - Harley, I'm serious. Can't I apologize for anything? - I asked in fake offense as if apologizing was a part of my daily vocabulary.

- Hmm let me think. No. - he deadpanned. I rolled my eyes feeling more and more unease. I didn't know how to explain why I apologized. For obvious reasons I didn't know how to address the elephant in the room. It would only sour the mood further. - People like us don't apologize. Unless we want something. - he continued with dead-serious tone. He was right but this time it was different. Though a part of me was curious what exactly happened to Harley. And this was the real reason to why I came here in the first place. I wanted to know but I didn't know how to start such conversation. Apology didn't seem like the best idea but it felt right to do that first and not just jump straight to the point.

- Mmm yeah. - I looked up at the ceiling and instinctively ran my hand through my dark hair combing few lose strands of hair back. I didn't know how should I start this conversation. The dread was killing me from the inside. - Though.. I apologize.. genuinely. Sometimes. Unlike you. - I couldn't bring myself to look at him but I could feel his eyeroll anyway. - Do you remember what you told me back then in the bathroom? - I blurted out to not let him speak. I exhaled through nose not to show how much this was stressing me out.

- What? - even without looking at him I could see his shocked expression. I could feel the anger building up inside him. He scoffed. - Oh you think that you can play with me like that? - the sarcasm was dripping from every word he said. - You think that it's oh so easy to get me on my knees? - I heard him putting his shirt back on himself and standing up from the bed. I was taken aback but not entirely surprised by his reaction. I shouldn't expect less.

- Wait! - I tried to explain myself when he tossed my shirt at my face.

- Leave! - he only barked. When I tried to say something he glared at me shooting daggers with his stare. I flinched slightly under his gaze. - I told you not to mention it ever again. Which part of that sentence did you not understand? - every word was full of venom. At that moment I realized that it wasn't the best time to talk about it. "But when would it be?" I thought to myself as I shook my head and put my shirt back on myself.

- Okay. Chill out. - I tried to lighten the mood a bit at which he only growled back. - I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Here. - I raised my hands to show that I'm compliant and I mustered a smile as I stood up from his bed and quickly backed up to the door. When I was leaving I catched the glimpse of cryptic look on Harley's face. It was too dark for me to tell if he was still angry at me or not. Only after I left and shut the door behind myself I realized that my heart was pounding hard in my chest.

"I'm not scared of him anymore." I tried to sooth myself. It wasn't like I was doing all of this solely because I wanted to break him because I was afraid of him. No, definitely not. It was an obvious lie but I didn't want to admit that to myself. Though another part of me felt something else. Something that I was even more afraid of than Harley himself. "It's definitely nothing. I just pity him." I reassured myself. "Of course! It's just a bit of sympathy. Everyone would feel the same if they knew." I still wasn't convinced about it. But I preferred it over reminiscing about the past and thinking too deeply about my feelings towards that bastard. It was easier to focus on his past and his feelings rather than mine.