I appear to have terrible writers block on crimson heart. So, while I do maintenance on my brain I present you with this. Oh and Crimson Heart is not dead!

Chi Tsubasa: Dear god. What now?

Milotic: Nothing that bad.

Chi Tsubasa: Oh, so that's why you request, no force, me to write those things that -

Milotic: No one needs to know.

Fear. It's what runs society. It controls our lives. Why do we live in it? It keeps you safe from danger. It's an indicator.

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A girl hides in an alleyway. Behind the trashcans shrouded in darkness. She sniffled.

"Why is it always like this? Am I that different? Sure, I'm part witch but that doesn't make me evil."

Footsteps and lanterns rushed by the alley in which she was hiding.

"KILL THE WITCH!" some shouted.

The girl shuddered in the darkness. For fear that she would be caught. After the footsteps ended, she decided to move. She let out a sigh letting her muscles relax for once in a while. Another figure stood in this same darkness. Only difference? He wasn't hiding.

"Tell me, are you afraid?"

The girl's heart nearly leapt from her chest. She was shaking all over and had been for the past few days. She tried to play tough even though she was scared stiff.

"No, no, I'm not," even her voice was shaking.

The man laughed, "Trying to play tough won't work. I know you're scared."

"So what? I'm afraid there, I said it."

She trembled even more when he chuckled again.

"I'm warning you. I'm a witch!" she threatened.

"You're weak. Do you know who you're up against?"

"Um. . . A person?"

Before he could reply the angry mob came back.

"Over there! There's the witch!"

Light shined over the two. The girl had long red hair with black tips. Her eyes were bright blue with white pupils. She had small fangs but they were large enough to be quite noticeable.

The man was wrapped in a skin like cloth that had eyes on his forehead. The cloth covered his face and head, chest, from waist to his knees, and a little around his calves. He had eye tattoos on both his hands.

"Hey, c'mon! we gotta move!" the girl yelled.

Spiked wings formed on her back and a phoenix tail behind them. She grabbed his arm and pulled him with her. "Where to?" she asked.

He pointed to an abandoned temple on a mountaintop. She took off leaving the angry mob behind.

"I could've handled them myself you know."

She looked down at him. Then continued flying. She let him down in front of the temple.

"She knows too much. . ." he mumbled to himself.

"Hm? What's that?" She asked, landing. Her wings disappeared.

"Tell me, do you know what its like getting your skin torn off?" He whispered smoothly into her ear from behind her. Shivers ran up and down her spine. She felt her muscles tighten stiff. She was absolutely frozen. Fleshy scarves began to slowly wrap around her body.

"What. . . The hell?" she managed.

"I, can't let you leave."

As she opened her mouth to scream, a scarf covered her mouth. She tried to move her body, she was bound. Not only to herself but this strange man she helped. The darkness consumed her yet, she was still conscious. He constricted her with the scarves and she grunted. He squeezed her tighter and tighter. He could feel himself crushing her very being. One scream. That was all he needed to know that he had finished.

He slowly unraveled her body expecting her to be dead. Then he noticed that she was still breathing, just barely.

"Interesting. She survived that. Maybe I'll keep her as a pet or something."

She mumbled softly as he picked her up and took her inside the temple walls. He put her on a bed. This bed was in a giant bird cage. He locked the cage and went about his own business sleeping.

After a while, the girl groaned. Her whole body hurt. Her eyes slowly examined the cage she was kept in. She took a deep breath. She knew she was in the temple just by the scent of the place and that man was still here.

"What. . . . The hell happened? Let's see, flying, torn skin, scarves. That man must've put me here after crushing my bones," she said to herself. She hummed a complex tune.

SNAP!

POP!

CRACK!

"That's better," she said stretching.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up," a cool voice said.

"You're that guy."

"My name is Asura. I am the kishin."

The girl sat up arching her back.

"You crushed my body pretty well back there. Got that kink outta my shoulder too."

"You're not afraid?"

"I am. I'm just not showing it."

"Tell me, what is your name?"

"Nekko. My name is Nekko," she replied.

"Tell me, why were those people chasing you."

"Same reason the DWMA is after you. We're different. I'm a dark child and you're a kishin."

She threw her head back to look at the roof. The place was a total disaster. Fallen beams were scattered throughout. She stood up from the bed and walked to the edge of the cage. He threw some clothes at her.

"Change into these. Yours are all torn up."

She looked down at herself her clothes were torn and battered. Holes and tears were scattered about.

"I could just use-"

"No, you can't you can only use the things you have. If you made something with what you had left it might have been quite kinky if you ask me."

She held up the cloths.

"Do you mind?"

"Ah, sorry."

He walked away. Nekko was still wary of her surroundings so she just threw the given clothes over her old ones add a little magic and she had a new outfit. She opened the door to her cage and walked around to find Asura. Something moved in the shadows. When she glanced around at it it was already gone.

Just as she turned back around she was slammed against the wall with brute force. Scarves squeezed her, choking her.

"Asura. . . .Its only me," She choked out.

The grip loosened but did not let go as if unsure. The scarf tentacles roamed her body. She trembled. It was if someone was trying to see in pitch black darkness and touch was the only way to make sure anything was real. As they touched her face gently they set her down. She grabbed one and it gently carried her to him.

"I am sorry. You startled me."

"It's alright. I probably shouldn't wander either."

He stepped into the dim light. His face was uncovered. His eyes were a beautiful crimson color and he had what appeared to be an eye tattoo in the middle of his forehead. His hair was black with white eyes encircling the ends.

Nekko cocked her head to the side.

"I was wondering what you looked like under that thing."

"Don't get used to it. It's only here where I show my true face."

"So, do you like it?" Nekko asked spinning to show the full outfit. The top was pitch black with a hood and was just a tad loose. The sleeves were long and skin tight but, they opened wide at the wrists. She also had a partial black mask that went from her chin to her nose and had dark blue boot cut jeans.

"Not bad. Come, sit."

She cautiously approached him. Step by step. Not once did she take her eyes off of him. Then, something collapsed behind her and she jumped into his arms. He chuckled a bit to himself.

"Not funny," she mumbled, pouting.

He arched his eyebrow watching her, studying her features. By watching her he could tell that she really was scared but, more comfortable in her current surroundings.

Then, she realized she was in his arms and he was practically rocking her to sleep. She jumped out of his arms.

"I . . . um. . . ." She flustered.

He scoffed at her reactions. Her face turned a cherry red and she pouted childishly. He let out a deep chuckle. Before she could protest any more she fell asleep.

While she was asleep and he sat there in the darkness she snuggled close to him resulting in him embracing her protectively.

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A/N: Hope you enjoyed this installment of whatever the hell I write.