Disclaimer: I do not own Yami no Matsuei
A/N: yea...this idea is a bit morbid...and...other stuff. on with the show!
Muraki licked his lips and focused on the woman who was at the far end the room, pinned to the mat as if she were a butterfly he was observing.
Her mouth was open wide in objection, tears streaming down her face.
He could see the infinite pain that was brought on by the daggers through her wrist and one piercing through her stomach. Blood spilled down her dress and slipped down her legs. He could vaguely see her body quivering as it gushed out streams of blood. "
Hm.." He murmured. "You're so beautiful…tortured little butterfly."
The doctor smiled again, almost psychotically this time.
"Ah..." The victim voiced.
Muraki turned around and gestured with his hand for his partner to emerge from the shadows. "Come…don't you want to see her? She's absolutely divine.."
Asato Tsuzuki walked out of the shadows wrly, looking sleep-deprived. "What is it, Kazu… It's late."
"But I've brought you something…."
"What?"
"Her…"
Tsuzuki gave a disinterred look.
"You always give me the most grotesque presents. Haven't you ever heard of sweets or a gift certificate?"
"She's a living work of art. There's no better present than that…See how the blood stands out against her pale skin. Her eyes a lovely shade of cobalt blue matches perfectly with her veins."
"It's still not a cinnamon bun, Kazu…"
He draped his arms over his lover.
"Oh but its much better than that."
"I don't think so.." Tsuzuki sighed. "If you can't eat it what good is it..."
Muraki turned in place with the brunnete arms still around him,, light glinting off his glass eye. "If I get you something sweet will you promise not to be such an ungrateful child?" He tipped Tsuzuki's chin up.
"Hai…"
"Hmmm…Very well then…I'll let the valtures have at her if you don't want this gift."
He pressed his lips to Tsuzuki's, feeling a rumble moaning at the back of his throat, eyes clenched to hide that amethyst stare. His tongue swept against the younger man' lips prodding until he slipped it into the warm cavern of a mouth.
"Kazu.." He whispered, knees getting ready to buckle.
"Well?" Muraki pulled back.
"No. I don't." He released his hold of the man and started to wander away.
The platinum blond's eyes followed him out of the room to where he stumbled down the dark corridor. Obviously he hadn't indulged in much sleep that night. The Shinigami was usual much livelier, but his disinterest in Kazutaka's generous gift was a bit nerving.
Why when he'd brought him the boy the other night, the brunette had commented on how beautiful it was; the body laid open from the neck down.
He'd taken great pride in knowing he'd corrupted Meifu's top Shinigami.
"My ameyst eyed doll..." He drawled then turned back to the to the woman.
He could plainly see she was on the verge of death; in fact her eyes asked for it. "Hm. Well, at least.." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. "...they can't say I'm not merciful...I'll have to find another butterfly to my doll's liking. This one will just have to do to waste..."
He watched as the beasts closed in on the woman.
A/N: as you can see this was meant to be...sick...grins...hope you enjoyed!