I have no clue why, but I have always liked the idea to think of how different the chemistry and reactions between Tenma and Johan would be is Tenma had been a woman. I did a bunch of logical thinking about it and this kind of became a result. Maybe a one-shot, hopefully it will be, maybe no. Reviews and critiques are much appreciated.

The first time Johan met Dr. Kenza Tenma wasn't just a memory to him. He could revisit the scene perfectly in his mind, as clearly and crisply as if it happened mere hours ago. He recalled the numb feeling and his eyes shifting to the darkness below the eyelids. The IV's pinched where they were inserted into his arms, and there was a bitter and annoying scent of medicine and hand sanitizer. He was laid out in a soft bed; the covers were cold despite his body being tightly wrapped in them. He heard a voice, soft and gentle with underlying harshness accompanied by the occasional beeps from machine's as he breathed in and out through a tube.

He heard her speak of her life, and the reasons she came from her home country. How she came to work her here and the mistake it was. How angered she was, at everything, for simply doing what she thought was right. Though starting calm, her voice grew to an angered shout that made her accent prominent, which returned to being quiet within a few seconds of shouting. Johan found these things trivial, simple, cliché. Human. Yet, they interested him. This woman who saved him with no hesitation stirred the interest of the monster within him. She was different from all the others, like the General. Johan felt the need to repay her, not only for saving his life but hoping it would please the monster in him.

As he heard her get up Johan opened his eyes and watched her leave. She was a small, petite woman, her coat hiding all of her body. She had big brown eyes and a soft rounded face. He nose was odd, being rather large and curved down, like the beak of a bird. She had long dark hair that reached her lower back, with a gentle wave to it. Her expression at the moment was bittersweet, but that didn't mare the sylph-like beauty she possessed. When the door softly clicked behind her Johan looked around. His eyes landed on a brightly wrapped packet of candy on the very top of all the gifts in the room.

That would do for now.

…

The next time Johan saw Tenma wasn't pleasant. It was soon after the first, but short. He finally saw Anna again. He felt relief to see she was fine, though dazed. Her expression was blank as he began crying, forgetting the doctors and held his hand out for her. It crumbled from there. Anna screamed and backed away like a terrified animal, before passing out. He felt many emotions that he easily kept from showing. Anger at them all. Sadness at himself, that Anna did not forgive him. Confusion at his sister's reaction and what he should do.

Then Tenma came into the scene. After checking Anna she turned to him, an expression of terror and sadness merging on her face. She looked like a mother that just caught her child doing something bad, dangerous. She turned to the doctors and began shouting at them. The argued and shouted back, until the Chairman raised his hand, the threat obvious. She flinched, and silently stepped back. Just before leaving, she looked at him with a look of sorrow and regret. Burning anger filled the monster inside him.

Rather than giving the men a poison that would make their death slow and painful, he supposed a quick one would be better. After all, the sooner they were dead the better benefit to Dr. Tenma.

…

It wasn't until years later Johan met Tenma again. He never expected Junkers would have dragged her into his plan so soon, without warning. Though it destroyed his plan, he supposed the sooner the better. His thirst for knowledge of her had not been quenched after he did as she asked. If anything, it only made him more curious. He wondered what the doctor would say to him after discovering the truth. She was as predictable as any other human, but something about her struck Johan. Maybe it was her personality and morals, or he still felt debt. Either way, he wanted to see the doctor again.

He watched from the shadows as she came forward. Not much had changed since all those years ago. There were a few more wrinkles around than her recalled, and at some point her hair had been cut and allowed to grow out again as it reached her mid-shoulder blades now. He saw the shock in her eyes, like a deer in the headlight. He spoke to her, bringing forth all the memories from those years ago. Tenma's expression shifted to horror as she realized what he was saying.

When he pulled out the gun and pointed it at Junker's she screamed at him to stop and took a few steps forward. He legs were shaking, yet she still approached the monster. She tried to reason with him, use logic and appeal to humanity. This amused him greatly. He had chosen a good person to take interest in. It was easy for him to silence her by simply stating the truth of his fake name and his view of her. She really was like a mother in his eyes, as she refused to abandon him. As he clicked back the hammer she began speaking of the value of life she lived by.

He easily plucked her light out by telling her of the murder from years ago. He described them with detail, things only the murderer would know. She looked terrified as he spoke the words of a monster with ease. After that he simply squeezed the trigger. She just stood there, like a weed rooted to the ground. Rain began making a gentle pattering against the pavement. He walked past the fallen body and stood at Tenma's side. He could feel her shaking inside her thick coat. Johan saw her brown iris' shift to look at him. He smiled gently and began walking away, passing Tenma's fiancée Everett along the way, the foolish man trying to hide in the shadows.

Johan knew this would be the perfect plan, for him, Anna, and Tenma.

…

His most brief meeting with the doctor was in Munich. He knew Tenma had been perusing him the whole time. He admired her strength of pursuit, but she was terribly naïve. Johan planned the fire for many reasons, to dispose of Schuwald, show Tenma the true nature of man, and hopefully give her a true taste of his capabilities… if she survived the fire. It would be a shame if she died of simple smoke inhalation or Roberto. Though, after hearing the first gun shoot he knew this would end favorably. Johan wanted her alive as she was a final part to complete his plan.

He only saw her through the smoke, for a just a few minutes. She looked angered and focused, carrying an impressive rifle for a woman of her size. Johan stared at her with calm eyes and a grin as she brought the gun up to her shoulder to shoot. He knew she could not shoot. Even after shooting a man dead, she could not shoot him. A monster could not be killed within his own trap, after all. He tapped his fingers against the side of his leg, down from five, while he pointed at his forehead with the first finger on his other hand, the message obvious.

When done Anna suddenly ran from the smoke on the other side and struggled with Tenma for the gun. He watched the struggle until the curtain behind the two began falling, trapping Anna under it. Though he did not want to leave his sister, knowing she was trapped under burning rubble, he knew Tenma would take care of her. Johan ducked behind a burning bookcase and to a back stage door, easily unlocking it with a set of keys and stepping into the cool, clean air outside.

Surely, the weather would be better suited when his plan fell into place.

…

It was rainy in that planned final day. It came down in steady and constant sheets, soaking through any cloth despite being light. He stood in front of Tenma, still and patient. The doctor's skin was sickly and pale, her cloth hung off her more than usual and cheeks looked slightly hollowed. The gun was steady in her hand while her legs shook as Franz Bonaparta lay a few feet away, dead as his blood was washed away in a stream by the rain. Roberto was also there, face again the stone road. She was on her knees, trying to stead herself. Johan saw her weakness. She was terrified, but more determined than anything to shoot him. This was what interested him. No matter what, Kenza Tenma did what she believed what right now matter what else. And because of that she saved and caught the attention of the monster.

He placed his finger on his forehead and watched as she finally saw what he saw. Johan smiled as he watched the terror crack her mask and fingers began shaking. Even when Anna, or Nina to the doctor, came and shouted neither moved an inch. Even after the forgiveness came, the thing he desired the whole time from his sister. He needed Tenma to shoot him. That was all that was left for him in life. This was his perfect suicide, to make all the pieces fall in place. He needed to die by Tenma's hands for this. She was the last person in his life who knew, but could never convince anyone of his existence, for she lacked the evidence. All that was left, was to eliminate the remains.

Johan pulled his gun out and held it to the child, Wim's head. Tenma shook more as he urged her closer to that uncross-able line into doomsday with him. To become another monster, to complete the cycle. Tenma screamed as she was finally pushed over an edge.

A bang came but it was not from Tenma's gun.

Johan felt a dull but familiar pain as he was swept off his feet.

The last thing he saw before all faded to black was Tenma's shocked expression.

…

Johan didn't know how much time had passed when he next woke up. The dull pain and pinch of the IV's were familiar. His sight was massive blur of color until his vision properly focused on a white ceiling with a light strung above the bed. The bitter scent of medicine made his nose itch. He looked around, finding himself in a dull, small hospital room. He gripped the sheets of the bed, testing if his arms and hands still worked. When he discovered they did he carefully sat up and pushed the covers back and stood up.

He instantly felt light-headed and weak as he stood up. He would have fallen to the ground if he hadn't caught onto the IV stand. Slowly and carefully, he steadied himself up. He leaned against the stand as he walked towards the door. He needed to know what happened, and if he had any chance of getting out. Just before leaving through the door, he saw his reflection in a mirror. His hair was unkempt and reached past his shoulders. He had lost weight, his high cheekbone and strong jaw much more prominent now. He touched the now long locks on his head in shock, before continuing out the door. How long had he been in a coma?

The halls were unusually quiet and barren. He didn't run into anyone until he rounded a corner and a small, mousey looking nurse ran into him. He stared down at her with no expression, not even a mocking grin or pokerfaced. Nether the less, she looked terrified and stared at the German blonde for a moment before running down the hall shouting. Johan stayed there, balancing against his IV as he heard running. They were coming for him, but he wondered what for. To sedate him? Explain to him? Or maybe even to execute him? None of these things would shock him, knowing regular people were monsters of their own design. He licked his dry lips as he saw who rounded the corner with some other nurses and doctors and said hoarsely,

"Dr. Tenma."

The over 40 year old surgeon didn't even look phased as she stared into the monster's blue eyes. She had regained her weight and her face was once again rounded, but her high cheekbones and a few more wrinkles were now prominent. Her expression was serious, nearly dark, but that didn't shock Johan in the least. They just stared at each other, in their own world, waiting for the first to move. Eventually, Johan tried to take the first step forward but forgot to lean on his IV, and began falling forward. Almost on reflex Tenma ran forward and caught him, easily able to support his larger frame. Johan was shocked at how gentle she was, it was like a mother hugging their own child. Very hesitantly and slowly, Johan wrapped his arms around the smaller woman's torso to try and support himself as well, but also because it simply felt right. Even more so when she gently patted his back.

"Welcome back, Johan… I know you're probably having some trouble right now, but don't worry, I'll help."

For once, it was only Johan who was okay with this, and the monster inside him remained silent.