First off, no I don't own GetBackers (obviously) that being said the only characters that are mine are the ones not from the show. You don't watch the show? Then why the hell are you reading the fan fiction silly?

Okay now, I'll let you know right now this could be a one shot...depends solely on the responce I get to it...if people want me to write more or not. Also, I warn you up front there is downright obsession in this story so read at your own risk to thinking I'm the freak I am...heh.

I know I exist only to serve him...

Love.

Beauty.

Perfection.

That's what he is; a walking perfection, the predatory grace in his every step, the undiluted desire for excitement in the spark of his cheerful brown eyes, the way his flawless features curve in his eternal smile; he is unrivaled.

I have to remember myself on these far too brief occassions when he so graciously treats me to a viewing of his exceptional work. Yet it seems such a unforgivable crime for him to not be admired even for the soft rustle of the suit on his skin or the light scrape of his steps on the pavement. No one else in this world could ever touch upon his unmatched magnificence.

When he even so much as scans the street like that! With only his right eye, the perfect amethyst orb visable from under the handsome mystery of his wide brimmed black hat...his dark bangs in his eyes as he scanned the streets for his next toy with such mild confidence it sends a plesant shiver down my spine.

He deserves so much better than the pitiful tedium he's forced to endure every evening.

But oh! This creature looks like she might afford him some fun, not much of a full course but you can't have everything. Perhaps he'll let me watch him...

The streets are so pretty this evening, not too lit from the broken streetlamps in this area of the city. The fog that lingers casts a almost movieesqe theme to the action. The light rain that had fallen earlier leaving some of the puddles to reflect the overcast sky above.

And here come the fools, the well dressed jesters...ill-behaved children that believe they can lay their flithy hands on my master. Guess it doesn't matter if It's a bit wet out tonight...not if they aren't alive to feel their clothes dampen when they fall, the neat little J's cut into their chests.

I really should start bringing a camera! Not only do I believe he would enjoy watching his own works...Oh if I could only slow time to see the flow of the deadly strokes of his brush. To watch in glorious detail as the knive slides into the vital areas of the body again and again, to note and study the angles and grace behind his killing perfection.

The bodies hadn't stuck the pavement before I dismissed them, I had gotten the pleasure out of it much as my master had done...watching his work...ambrosia itself would pale in comparison to him.

I have to wonder what I did to be gifted with the honor of serving him. Gladly I would suffer a million hells to show my unwavering devotion.

He is off again and I fall into step while admiring every movement, not worthy of the praise for finding him the entertainment the world so often cruelly denies him.

Fate spins her threads to favor me yet again when he comes across another subject, a canvas on which to paint his unappreciated virtue of imagination.

The good-for-nothing female struck first; they always made the mistake of not recognizing his granduer. She put up a better fight than the first group but the end result is always the same. It takes a moment before she finds herself pinned to the alley wall with his daggar. My heart skips a beat to the delighted sparkles in his eyes.

The pure anticipation I had felt beflore the florish of artwork left me licking dry lips and while I hadn't intended for it to be a motion of physical hunger I was gifted yet again with more than I ever dare to hope for. He offered to take me out after I had found him such a delightful job.

I was almost unable to keep the rapture from my face as he patted my shoulder and thanked me in his deep purr for the good work. However unworth of his touch, of his praise, I might be I was elated that he would touch me so.

Then off we are again with the newly carved body announcing his gifted talent to the world in a way nothing else could.

I feel my soul take wing when the wind catches his cloak and makes him unwittingly pose as the dark hero of my deepest dreams and desires. I jump to his command knowing it is my place and we return to taking the briefcase he was hired to transport to it's owners. When more interceptors come into view I let out a contented sigh.

For I know I only exist to please him...

...and my world is greater than any heaven a human soul has touched upon...

Okay well hope you enjoyed my creepyness. I know i could have described more of the setting but because it was more first person and the character's thoughts I wanted to leave it as it was. I thought it better explained her true and utter obsession with him. If you want more of the story behind it...review of course ;) Let me know.