Title: Daughters of Darkness
Author: Daisy
Fandom: Deadman Wonderland
Setting: Various
Pairing: Wretched Egg/Minatsuki Takami (Hummingbird), Ganta Igarashi (Woodpecker)/Shiro
Genre: Romance/Horror/Humor
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/?
Word Count: 566
Type of Work: Chapter story
Status: Incomplete
Warnings: Split Personalities!Shiro, Yuri/Femslash/Lady X Lady, oral sex, fingering, toys, gore, death, mentions of incest
Disclaimer: I do not own
Summary: Shiro and Wretched Egg are different in many regards. One such thing they differ on is their views on one Minatski Takami.
AN: So, this sort of happened last night, and I wanted to write something for it and see if I can get anyone on board. I really like this idea, so let's see where it goes. I should note that Wretched Egg adopted Ganta's mother's name for ease of access.
Chapter One: A Little Evil Goes A Long, Long Way ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
If there was one thing that the Wretched Egg enjoyed when she took over their body, it was that Shiro's mental map of the ventilation systems seemed to stay. It helped her maneuver around wherever she wanted in the prison, just as her ditzy counterpart did, though she often tried to avoid Ganta. He was a sniveling brat, just like he had always been, weak and pathetic. Weakness made her scoff, if you couldn't stand on your own two feet, then you were clearly not worth the life you had. And, most times, she was happy to help shuffle loose the mortal coil.
There was one particular person, however, in this dingy cell, that she'd come to find very interesting. Perhaps it wasn't how she was meant to turn out, but she had to say that if there was one person worth finding in this place, it was the Hummingbird. Minatsuki was everything that she could have asked for, wrapped in a beautiful paper she'd give anything to dive into. The scent that always permeated the air around her made the elder girl gulp a little, and as she dropped to the floor before the other's cell, she had to hide the grin splitting her head in half behind a gloved hand.
Taking the knob in hand, she didn't wait for an invite, walking on into the room.
"Yo, I swear to God that if you don't get the fuck out-" Oh, that beautiful girl, half-dressed and face aflame, about to huck one of her pots of primroses at her… That was poetry in motion. Of course, her hand faltered when it wasn't her brother, or Ganta, or any guy she knew around here at all. "Wh-who are you?" Suddenly, that innocent act was up, and it made the albino grin.
"Most people call me Wretched Egg," She began with a tilt of her head, "But you can call me Sorae."
"W-well…" Glancing down to the shirt clutched tight in her hands over her breasts, Minatsuki opened her mouth to speak before she was cut off by a hand being removed from a glove.
"Spare me the innocent act, Hummingbird," Sorae smirked as she stepped closer to her prey. The other girl backed up a little before finding her knees pressed to the bed, "I've been watching you… And I love your work."
"I… What?" Confused, the brunette was pushed to the bed, legs spread as the elder female crawled between her legs. Dress tugged down, her breasts lay bare before a soft but chilly hand that palmed them a few times before that grin returned.
"So soft… You wouldn't think you'd have such a bite to you." The albino whispered into her ear, nibbling the lobe and tugging at her piercing, "I'm very interested in you, my little bird." With that, she leaned in and capture slightly parted lips in a kiss, holding it for but a moment before it was gone.
"Be expecting more of my visits." She finally spoke as she rose and turned to leave. "And don't tell Shiro."
Minatsuki was left with nothing but questions on her lips as she watched the other retreat and close the door behind her. Heart beating fast, she couldn't seem to figure out just what had went down a few minutes ago, frozen to her bed for the better part of five minutes.
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