Theirs was an odd relationship. This they had known from the beginning, but then it had been more because of their sex and their origins. Perhaps it had also been because of their dispositions, as well, as in reality, their origins were not so different. Both were actually from prominent families, one was just older than the other.
The elder of them wore a mask that was impenetrable by any but the younger. Often there was a soft, secretive smile on that face, which told everyone around them that she knew something they didn't, and it was unlikely that they would ever know. The younger, on the other hand, was always scowling, pushing everyone away while her counterpart was warm and friendly and welcoming to everyone, though in reality it was harder to get closer to her than to the younger, it was just that no one really tried getting close to the younger, mainly because of her scowl.
But then their world had been turned upside down (the younger's for in fact the second time, the first time had been the death of her mother so very long ago), and they had been forced to really look at each other, without the masks that they both wore, though the elder had seen through the younger's some time ago. The younger, however, was surprised to see herself staring back at her. And if not herself, then something very close to what she really was. It was the shock of this that had pushed her back, along with the shock of the elder's feelings, the step and the scream that had destroyed what little humanity was left in the elder.
What really had shocked her was that she was not alone. How could she reject the only person that could ever understand? The intense, powerful need to protect that they shared – even if that the younger sought to protect was dead (she spent an extensive amount of money covering up what had been done by her most precious person, and she was not shocked that this person, her mother, had sold her – this was, after all, where she came from). But that was not what really bound them, she found.
However, the elder did not know, so it was the elder who suffered. It took the younger her own life (which was later restored to her by a mistaken act of kindness – they were both better off dead), to calm the elder. But even so, the elder did not understand. She shied away from the younger's touch, even after they officially became a couple, and the younger knew she was not ashamed of the younger's touch. The elder just assumed that the younger did not understand, and in the end, even though she loved the younger terribly, she could not risk the relationship both she and the younger really wanted.
And so, it had taken the younger pinning the elder to the wall and roughly kissing her to keep her quiet, to make her be quiet, so the elder could understand. The younger laughed, deep and husky, before whispering in the elder's ear –
"You are not the only killer, Shi-zu-ru."
Why is it that everyone paints Natsuki as innocent and somewhat naive? She nearly killed the cop, remember?
Nevermind. Just flame me or whatever.