I found a folder with my old writings and decided to start up things from that point onwards lmao. Hope you guys enjoy! :)

"You may not be interested in what I have to say, but I am in the mood."

Crimson drips onto the stone ivory surface—slowly swallowing the relatively pure white ground with its filthiness: the vibrant hue of sexuality and wrath consuming the pure pigment of innocence.How amusingly pragmatic for this to become a reflection of what's to come.

Kaname circled his companion like predator to prey. His every move is taken with strict calculation. His companion follows the movement of the wine-haired man with only his eyes, as she is tied quite tightly onto a steel throne, a situation which had proved to be undeniably paradoxical given the imbalance of power.

Kaname stops his pacing as he stands behind the other person. His back reflects the position of his companion as he licks off the crimson staining the sharp object handled by his right hand.

"But, then again, you have always shown me pathetic affection; have you not?"

His companion struggled against the binds at the accusatory suggestion. This action did not faze Kaname as he continued his previous action of cleansing his tools. Deep Burgundy engaged itself onto the sharp and opaque reflective surface of the knives.

"You know, I have always appreciated the flaxen tint and thickness of your locks. It always made me eager to sever it," Kaname spoke.

Once all his contraptions have been appropriately cleansed off the tainting crimson hue, Kaname leaned on the flat exterior that contained his most favored tools as he continued the one-sided dialogical discourse, "But, I'm not that type of person. I don't like taking away things with the knowledge that it will not inflict others any pain."

"Pain is a deep reminder. It's what makes us feel alive. But, seeing someone else in pain—that's a surreal experience not everyone is entitled to have."

Kaname pulled a knife from his shed as he circled around the terrified girl. He gently plays with the sharp object as he strode in the same slow and hushed pace. Kaname felt the familiar thrill running up his nerves, the supercilious feeling that came with the overwhelming control that a single human such as he could have over another through that instinctual fear of suffering.

"You say you fear death, but in reality, it is living that you fear." Kaname smiles at the remark as he forcibly pulls off the duct tape plastered onto the blonde woman's face, "Is it not, Sara?"

Once the restriction has been taken off her mouth, Sara had immediately screamed and pleaded for help or for a savior, or even just a passerby to come down and take notice of the psychotic man taking her captive, but there were none. There was no one. Her voice had only been amplified and returned by the concave ceiling. There had been no external sounds that could have instilled or even triggered the slightest amount of hope in her.

Kaname's smile widens at the exhausted tone of his captive's voice. The once melodious and high pitch of the noble woman's voice reduced to a scratchy texture and pitiful consistency. Kaname looked at his subject with soft yet cruel eyes, "Beautiful."

"You know, when they say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, of an overlooking divinity. It makes me wonder in these times that I have control of your life, am I not by fundamentality, your God?"

Kaname laughs at the logic, only causing the other occupant of the room to be visibly more terrified.

Kaname holds the light-haired woman's arm with his left hand as he uses the other to grip the sharp object and direct it on the palm of his captive, "Well, maybe pain is by the hands of the beholder."

Kaname tightens his grip on her arm as he immediately plunges his knife onto her hand, eliciting a scream from Shirabuki. Kaname eventually pulls out the knife and watches in amusement as crimson painted porcelain skin like ink on water, "And perhaps, I am your god."

"Well, you know how this works, don't you?"

The dark-haired man smiles at the familiar tone used by his silver-haired companion, "And, if I have forgotten?"

Zero shook his head, "Well, I hope you eventually figure it out."

Kaname laughs at the response, "How cold of you."

"It's not a matter of—," Zero stopped his sentence involuntarily when he felt warmth from his back, and arms wrapped around his waist. Caught by surprise, he wasn't able to push the brunette away before he started breathing onto the nape of his neck and Kaname may or may not know it but his neck was one of his sensitive spots.

"Okay, okay. Get back down on that recliner. We're gonna start the session."

Kaname tightened his arms around the light-haired man, causing Zero to let out an involuntary sound that he wasn't sure what to call but that seemed to sate the dark-haired man enough to let him go take a seat in the recliner.

"You're cute."

"Grown men are not supposed to be cute."

"But they can."

"If you prolong this session, you're gonna see the effects of it on the bill."

"I can handle a few zeroes," Kaname retorted with a complacent expression, proud of the spontaneous pun he just made.

Zero paused for a few moments to understand the response and groaned when he realized the reason of the brunette's utter amusement, "Don't even."

"I know I'm pretty odd."

"Stop," Zero sighed, "I know you scheduled an appointment earlier than usual because of something now, let's start your session so we can finish before dinner."

"Can I take you out to dinner?"

Zero spoke in a warning tone, "Kaname."

"There's no ulterior motive behind this. I am all clean."

"If you say so," Zero spoke hesitantly.

"Is that a yes?"

"Kaname, I'm your doctor. I can't be your friend."

"You're my psychologist and I don't want to be mere friends."

Zero clicked his tongue, "I'm your psychologist; and it's better that we're less than mere friends."

Kaname smirked at the response, "And what do you think?"

Zero furrowed his brows at the abstract question. Kaname followed through, "You tell me it is better that we're less than mere friends but do you actually believe that we are better in that light?"

"It doesn't matter what I think."

Kaname smiled wider, "But it does to me."

Zero bit his lip but decided to speak out to end their charade, "I don't date sociopaths."

Kaname looks taken aback but Zero retains his stony façade and continues, "Now, let us begin?"

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