IGot another one for you doctor.
Alright, bring him in. Oh my, he looks bad. Where did he come from? We found him out in a field a little ways north. It's a wonder we saw him what with this blizzard we're having./I

BNo, this can't be happening!
How the hell did they find me! I hid myself against these stupid humans!
Dammit, I've gotta get out of here!/B

The doctor began examining the patient before him. It was a young man, exceptionally short and of muscular build, though it appeared to be deteriorating. His raven hair was spiked up, his skin was ghostly under the bright lights in the exam room. He was dressed in all black, his clothes throughly soaked from the storm.
The doctors eyes swept him over several times, thinking nothing of the white headband that covered his forehead, so that when he tried to remove it and nearly had his hand burned off he was a bit confused, especially since the man was still unconcious and hadn't so much as twitched a finger since he arrived. Instantly, he knew something was off about this man. Something strange, and probably bad. Something he didn't want to deal with. And he knew exactly where he would put him, so that he didn't have to.

He felt himself being lifted and carried down a hallway by the ones who brought him in. He could have protested. Hell, he could have killed them in an instant. But he just didn't have the drive.
When Mukuro had been killed, something inside of him had snapped. For so long, his whole life almost, he had been shunned, the forbidden child. His heart became ice cold like the village he was born in and cast out from. He only knew of hatred and killing, emotions were not something he wasted his time with. Until she came along.
It wasn't the first time he'd met her, or worked alongside her for that matter. But she was able to do something no one else had ever dreamed of. She slowly broke down the walls he hid behind for all those years. She'd watched him turn soft, begin to feel, even fall in love maybe. That's what she hoped was happening, and he never had denied it. In fact, they had decided to formally mate, to be bonded to each other. He was okay with this. He even felt happy, or at least that's what he percived it as. It was the day before the 'ceremony' they were having. He could remember it so clearly...

It was a beautiful afternoon, though now the weather was always perfect. No reason for a storm.
"Mukuro, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back before sundown."
"Sure. Where are you going?"
"The top of the mountian, I feel like working out with my sword." I had smiled. There was no need for my katana now, but it was still something that gave me great pleasure, something I enjoyed, now that I actually did enjoy things other than murder. Mukuro had simply smirked and said, "Don't be late. I'll make your favorite for dinner."
I never imagined those would be the last words she ever spoke to me..

When I got back, I knew something was very wrong. It was dark in our house, and much too cold. She always kept it warm. I didn't want to believe it, wouldn't allow my mind to concieve it, but I think I knew at that moment what had happened. Despite this, the sight that greeted me when I walked into our room was no less horrifying to me. Her body was broken and mangled, bloody and bruised on her left side, frayed wires and smoke coming from her right. Her eyes, her beautiful eyes, always so warm, were wide open and blank, her face contorted in agony. but this was not what disturbed me the most, not at all. What really torn me up, the thing that destroyed any sanity or happiness I had gained, was seeing the shackles around her wrists and ankles, binding her together, imprisoning her, sealing her fate. I am going to slaughter that fucking bastard.
I didn't react to this as most would; no crying or screaming. I just stood there, staring at the wall behind her. When I grew weary of that, I fell to the ground,
and lay there. Days passed like this and no one found us, until Enma came. He did scream, and he called the best healers in all of the Makai, and told them to get there quickly. I guess I could have told them it was too late, that there was no point, but I couldn't find my voice. I couldn't find anything. I didn't exist anymore, I was nothing. Enma tried to rouse me, shaking me and screaming my name. He gave up after a few minutes, probably assuming I was dead. I was vaugely aware of movement around me, of voices, of cries of pain. I recognized Yomi's, heard his cursing. I could tell there were alot of people there, and that no one was really paying me any mind. I was never important, the forbidden child. Slowly people began to leave, until only two remained. This time I heard every word clearly though I wished I hadn't.
"We should take her body and bury it beside the sacred stream, she'd like that."
"Right, we'll have to hold a beautiful ceremony for her. That's how she would have wanted it."
"What about him? Wasn't he her mate?" For some reason that really hit a nerve, and a painful one at that. I was instantly in agony, yet still paralyzed, unable to move or speak. I could almost hear the other man shaking his head sadly as they lifted my beloved's body and carried her away, taking her from me forever. "There's nothing we can do. His ki is completely gone. Chances are he'll die here, and soon. At least they can be together in death."