A:N/ Like, this is my first fic... be nice :3

Two silhouettes lagged behind a couple, trailing through the underground, waiting for the right moment. They had been following them for about 15 minutes now, and given the time, they must have been out for dinner together. The couple stopped, and about 30 feet away, Grim stopped in lieu. Twist was daydreaming and walked into Grim from behind, who stumbled, earning him a slap and glare. There were no fatalities. Grim discerned the Woman pointing in the darkness, and grinned.

"Twist, they're lost!"

"Heh heh."

The guy turned around to face his companion, but thankfully couldn't spot his stalkers in the gloom. Gesturing in the opposite direction to where she pointed, Grim's beliefs were assured.

"Now."

Twist nodded in acknowledgement, matching Grim's hunched over sprint through the cars to their victims.

"Hello, my name is Harley Grim, and this is my partner."

"Hey. The name's Twist."

The woman turned, dropping her bag, and the man looked over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow.

"His full name's Cidagè Twist, but he prefers his second name..."

"Yeah, I do. And now I'm going to kill you."

Twist expertly gripped the man's neck from behind, jerking it to the side and in one fluid movement, tripped him and brought his knee in to his neck.

Harley pulled the shadows up from the floor, and let them thrash around, whipping the woman and wrapping around her, stifling her screams. Pivoting, she turned to her side and flexed her hands, the shadows constricting and shredding her prey's body.

...

"...You're a bit messy."

"I prefer colourful." Grim shrugged.

"If you like red, I guess."

"I do."

She stepped over the bloodied remains of her victim, and wondered what her name was. Was it Sandy?

"Sandy."

"Huh?"

"I think she looks like a Sandy."

"Oh, right." He glanced over at Grim and the mess. "How can you tell?"

"I just can."

"O-okay, then..."

-oO0O0-

Pulling her keys out and shrugging about the dried blood on them, Harley Grim opened the white door to her apartment. Stepping in, the smell of roses filled her, and she smiled, closing and slumping against the door.

"Had a nice day? A warm smile for a warm feeling.

"I guess you could say that." Harley grinned.

"You're covered!" Lucy ran over and wrapped her arms around her, burying her nose into Harley's shoulder, but the smell of blood made her recoil. She stood back, gripping her shoulders with both hands. "Who was it this time? Anyone we know?And you stink of blood."

Pushing off from the door with her foot, she dislodged herself from Lucy's grip and strolled through the hall. "No. We didn't know them." she called back, pulling away her blood-soaked garments and dumping them in the wash basket before continuing to the living room. As soon as she sat down, the complaints started. Her legs, arms, neck, back... her back... hurt like nothing she'd ever felt before. Except maybe, having boiling water poured over you stomach. That's just nasty. Harley smiled as she recalled the memory.

"We? You mean Twist met up with you too? Wait, how many? Lucy followed suit, stood in the entrance to the living room, hands on her hips, and it was now that Harley noticed the yellow, flowery apron she was wearing. Her tone was firm but concerned, as opposed to Harley's own monotonous but quietly amused one.

"We, -Twist and I- followed a couple through an alley and up to a car park, where we killed them." she started to chuckle silently, lifting her feet up to rest on the tempered glass coffee table they had, and she looked over to the red roses growing in troughs on the balcony. 'Memories,' she thought.

"Oh, right. Well... okay. Get cleaned up, hmm? I'm making cakies." she reverted to her usual bouncy self, and skipped over to ruffle Harley's hair before making her way back into the kitchen.