Hello, new story, hope you enjoy. This time it's going to be a little different take on things, I mean seriously different. First thing that should be known is that I love crack romance, though in this case it may be more of a psuedo-romance. Check it out, tell me if there's any hope for it. And I'll give fair warning, this chapter is not that bad, but the next couple are not going to be as kosher. This story is going to have some pretty gorey mess later one, so I would say it's not for the squeemish, with this in mind the rating may change later on. But for now, it's not that bad. Just a warning ahead of time.

Disclaimer: D. Grayman is not mine and never will be.

If she was shocked at finding him there she didn't show it. In fact anyone that knew her would've been a little worried at seeing the pensive look on her face. Not that she was stupid or didn't like to think or anything along those lines. It was just that she was quite forward with what she thinking, and for the most part a smile could always be found on her face unless she didn't get what she wanted- in which case there would be a pout or frown- be it manic or pleased there was always a smile.

There was no smile this time.

Instead malicious anger passed through her eyes and an uncommon grimace contorted her lips. And with a strength a girl her size should not have had, she viciously kicked the man in his side, pleased with herself when she heard bones crack at impact.

"That was for Skinn." She whispered to herself as she slowly walked towards the fallen body again. Using the same foot she nudged his head slightly, toeing it upwards as to see his face. "Huh, you're prettier than that exorcist girlie I caught before. She wasn't a very good doll though."

A manic grin suddenly spread across her face, "Maybe you'll make an even better doll!" With that declaration she seized the man by the hair roughly and with a brutal tug whipped his body around as though he really were nothing but a little rag doll, she then passed through a glowing door, dragging the body behind her.

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"Can I keep him?"

Tyki blinked slowly down at her, then his gaze drifted towards the man she was holding behind her, wincing slightly as he saw the tight hold she had on his hair. Really, Tyki could sympathize with the man, seeing as he himself had to serve as a plaything for Rhode more than once, she was brutal when doing his hair, so he could only imagine the kind of pain the man would be in as soon as he regained consciousness. Then slowly, cautiously he responded, "Why…are you asking me? You should go to the Earl if you really want to keep him."

And then it hit him.

"Rhode, dear, if you want to show off your new toy by all means do so. Just…find someone who would be more interested next time okay?"

With that said she began to pout, "You mean…you're not interested in my new dolly?" She dragged the man up by his hair raising his head up to about the height of her waist, and once again Tyki winced.

"Of course I'm interested, I just think that Sheryll would be much more enthusiastic about it. And I'm sure if you found the twin brats they would even be willing to play with you."

Rhode then let go of the man's hair and he dropped to the floor with a painful thud and she crept closer to Tyki, straddling his lap and lacing her arms around his neck. Then, in the whiniest voice she could manage, "But, Tyyyki, I want to share with you, not those brats. They don't deserve anything half as pretty."

Once more he glanced towards the exorcist lying on the ground, she was right, he was pretty, almost too pretty to be a guy really. And yet there was that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that told him he knew that man on the ground. At least vaguely, enough to know his name he was sure. He wracked his mind to see if he could get any results...

Kanda.

The man's name was Kanda.

Okay, so he knew the name but where did he know it from? Well, he couldn't really be bothered, it was more than likely Allen mentioned him before…

A warm breath tickled his ear, and in a way that suggested she was telling a secret, Rhode whispered, "He killed Skinn Bolic you know." And with that said, Tyki suddenly didn't feel very sympathetic towards him anymore, in fact, whatever Rhode did to him, the exorcist probably deserved it anyways.

And then he realized where he knew the name, Skinn had mentioned him before, this Kanda was one of those exorcist brats that were under General Tiedoll. If that was the case this situation was more of 'an eye for an eye' thing than anything else, but that still didn't make Skinn's death okay, not to him, and not to the rest of the Noah family.

With the happiest smile he could muster he said, "Well Rhode, I hope you have a lot of fun with this one." The smile suddenly grew a whole lot crueler, enough to even match Rhode's. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mind sharing this doll with you. Just tell me when you want to play around okay?"

"Sure thing Tyki!" She then hopped off Tyki's lap and proceeded to drag the man once again by the hair, taking him into her room, her domain. As soon as Rhode was out of sight and out of sound he gave a long hearty sigh. Somehow, he felt as though none of this would end well. Not for the exorcist-naturally-and not for Rhode, and it was the latter part that disturbed him.

Mostly because he didn't know why he felt this way, he knew he shouldn't, Rhode was after all one of the strongest Noah, if not the strongest. After all, who would mess with a person who could bend space and time to their will? Nobody, that's who, nobody.

So why was he so worried?

He gave another sigh, and tried to brush the feeling off, besides, it'd been way to long since he'd actually had real feelings and not these instinctual imitations, he was probably mixing emotions up again or something ridiculous like that. After all, the only thing he couldn't misinterpret was pleasure.

Maybe he was mixing up 'worried' with 'restless', he was probably just bored…again.

He finally shut his book and put it on the small table next to him and headed out to find the Earl. If he wanted something to do he would take his chances and hope the Earl gave him something of at least some interest.

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Rhode slammed the man in a high backed gothic looking seat, and then arranged his arms and legs just so, and took a step back to look at the man. First she cocked her head to the side with a look of uttermost concentration, and then she gave out a childish, high-pitched squeal and clapped her hands together.

"I know, just what to dress you up in! It's a good thing we visited Edo when we did, I grabbed the most beautiful dresses and bows! Nothing with lace though, even if you are that pretty, lace would do you absolutely no good."

She then slowly walked up to him, and gently caressed his face, brushing away strands of ink black hair, as though she really cared for her new toy.

"No bruises," she murmured, her fingertips ghosting over his lips, they suddenly traveled downward, over his neck, collarbone, then onto his chest, momentarily resting on the Om symbol, and traveled over to his side where she had kicked him. Gently she stroked his side, skin barely touching skin, and then suddenly, violently, she shoved her hand into his side, once again breaking the bones that had already healed. "So strange, already better…at least I know you won't break easily." She said with a wicked smile on her face.

The smile flickered on her face for a moment before turning into a pout, the Earl was calling her. Well, the sooner she went to him, the sooner she could come back to play with her new doll, and maybe by the time she came back he would be awake!

With that happy thought, a new smile was instilled upon her face and she turned her head to face the unconscious man again. "Even though you're trapped in this room, we don't want to be taking any chances, do we now Mr. Exorcist? Better make sure you don't leave anytime soon."

She started arranging his hands again, this time so they laid flat against the wooden arms of the chair, and as soon as she stepped back two giant spear like candles flew down against them, effectively crucifying him to the chair. Looking back at her work she gave it a second thought, and another candle flew by her head and with a sickening squelch implanted itself directly in the man's middle. He didn't so much as flinch. Finally satisfied she turned towards a door that hadn't been there before, and with one more glance back at him she blew him a kiss, "Don't worry, I won't be gone long, I promise!" And then she was gone in a flurry of short black skirts and lace.

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The first thing he felt when he started to come to was a dull throbbing pain.

Everywhere.

And quite frankly he didn't know why, to figure that out he would have to look about and see for himself. The problem being his eyes at the moment were being rather uncooperative, and all he could 'see' was an endless world of black. So annoying.

Well, if he couldn't figure out why he was throbbing because he was sightless, he might as well try another strategy.

What in the hell happened before he was knocked out?

He could remember fighting a Noah on his own….someone named Skinn. Skinn Bolic he had introduced himself as. He said he liked sweets a lot.

Disgusting.

That alone was enough excuse for him to have killed the Noah off. And killed him off he did, that he remembered as well. The battle, along with its instigator, was annoying as hell, he would even go as far as to say that Skinn was almost as annoying as that Walker character.

It truly was a bothersome battle-if you could even call it that- simply because it was the first battle in which he had gotten his head completely incinerated. And if he was being truthful with himself, just the thought of that made him a little queasy, and momentarily he wondered how in the hell Mugen was able to fix that little booboo up. It also seemed the most likely reason as to why his head was currently throbbing, maybe it was still trying to fix itself up…

Moving on.

Then what happened?

The world was collapsing that was what happened. Everything around him had started falling apart into strange pieces, including that abnormal door that was his only way out. It had fallen apart before he could leave. He had been trapped with no way out while everything around him was going to hell. So when the final piece of ground came out from underneath him, he started falling down as well.

The fall itself had been strange, he had no idea as to how fast he had been falling because all around him had been an endless abyss of darkness, much like the one around him now, for all he had known he could have been floating. It wasn't until he had finally smacked into some sort of floor that he realized how fast he had been going down.

Pretty fucking fast.

He'd hit the ground hard enough that it severely messed with his head if he still couldn't see, although blurry shapes where starting to make themselves known, he tilted his head in what he thought was a downward direction. His vision was getting clearer and clearer by the second. Enough so he could center his attention on this one particularly colorful blob that seemed to be lying in the middle of what he though was his stomach.

Strange.

The image just kept getting clearer and clearer, eventually he could distinguish and verify that the blob was in fact a candle. A lit candle. Who in the hell would place a lit candle on his stomach like that? Then he realized another little something as his vision finally began to focus: the candle was somehow lying on him completely vertically. A foreboding chill was starting to make its way up his spine.

With his vision finally cleared he could see it for what it was. The candle had been imbedded into his stomach, and as he shifted carefully a sharp pain ran up his back, it was then he noted that the candle had effectively nailed him into some chair he was sitting in. Rationally he though, okay, not a big deal, I've been through worse, I mean come on, I had my goddamned head fucking burnt off.

And with a glower set on his face he went to remove the offending object. Only to realize he couldn't move his hand, he glanced towards it and saw that it too was effectively nailed down the chair's arm, he watched as some of his blood still leaked down off the chair and onto a checkerboard pattern floor. With the floor in mind, he finally decided it would be a great idea to look at his surrounding, grogginess and disorientation were no excuses for lack of diligence.

The room he was in was...odd, to say the least, but perhaps the word he was looking for was childish. Girly, even. Everything was in shades of black, purple, and bright pink, with some other bright happy colors mixed in here and there. He also took note of the colorful candles floating through the air, each of them coming to a dangerously sharp point, the same candles that had crucified him.

And everywhere he turned there were stuffed animals and lacey dresses of all sorts, and within this mix of happy childishness were copious amounts of lethal looking…torture devices perhaps? He wasn't really all that sure. All together the room gave off the impression of looking as if it belonged to a little girl-child, a really creepy, deranged girl-child that was.

From what he could tell there was no immediate door, and that in it of itself was enough to put him off, he leaned back into his chair-not that there was much leaning left to do- and tried to think of a way he could easily remove the candles. Unfortunately, no painless solution could be thought up.

So he mentally prepared himself for the pain he was going to undertake, though no emotion even so much as flickered on his face, and just as he was about to just rip his right hand off of the chair with or without the candle, a happy childish squeal floated through the air.

He looked up immediately to see where the aggravating sound had come from, and right before him a girl stood. No, not a girl, he refused to call her that. Right before him a Noah stood. She was small and altogether had a very pixie-like appearance, had he been any other man he would have called her cute. But as it stood, Kanda was certainly not like any other man, and proceeded to call her Filth in his mind.

"I knew you'd be awake by the time I came back dolly! And just in time too, it looked like you were just about to escape from your chair."

What. The. Hell.

He was no one's fucking doll, and he sure as hell wasn't about to start now. As soon as he ripped these goddamned candles out, she was as good as dead, he snapped his head away from her and let his hair fall down around him, hiding his face, and he once again proceeded in the task of removing the candles, only to be stopped once again, this time by a small pale gray hand.

He watched the fingers warily as they rhythmically petted the skin closest around the candle, smearing his blood on her fingertips.

"It looks as though your skin's already healed around the candle." He didn't flinch as she used her other hand to push most of his hair behind one ear, the entire time he stared at her, eyes cold and unmoving. She stared back as though she was fascinated by him, "This is going to hurt…a lot."

She gave him a sadistic smile and ripped the candle from his hand, removing chunks of flesh along with the candle, blood splattering on some of the nearby stuffed animals. He didn't even cringe in pain as he saw and felt this spectacle, eyes still unyielding as he watched her lick his blood off the candle. "Mm, so sweet, just like my lollipops! You want a lick?"

She placed the candle a little closer to his lips, he slapped it out of her hand with the one that had currently regained freedom. His lips formed a sneer as she stared at him in mild shock, then she smiled back at him, "I knew you would be more fun than that Chinese exorcist, she was so boring, she didn't do anything. You'll be fun though, a challenge even, to break a toy that keeps fixing itself. We'll see how long you last." With that said, she seized both candles at the same time and ripped again.

This time Kanda couldn't help but give a silent scream.

The one in the stomach had hurt.

A lot.

Rhode watched in awe as her new toy arched his spine towards her, watched as the muscles rippled under smooth skin, watched as the fresh blood spilled down his abdomen and slid tantalizingly slowly under the seam of his pants. Watched as he threw his head back, silk curtain of hair falling behind him as some strands caught to his face, lips held in a tight grimace. Everything was perfect about that single motion brought about by pain, he really was a beautiful doll.

She couldn't wait to play with him.

And she didn't want to share him with anyone.

Not even Tyki…