Poetry
Chapter One: Roses are red
"That's enough, Mukuro... mission complete..."
Junko stood beside her, clad in a tight, form fitting black dress, she was practically sparkling with joy despite her gloomy tone. Her eyes seemed to slowly drink her in. her now disheveled ebony hair, the dented baseball bat in her right hand, all of it. Her gaze soon fixated upon the crimson splattered upon her beloved sisters pale skin as she moved closer, placing a gentle hand over her shoulder.
"You did so well... I could feel the despair with every hit..." She was purring gently beside the freckled girls ear, voice low and husky with arousal. She always felt tingly inside when seeing someone get hurt, it amplified even further when it was Mukuro inflicting the pain. Slowly, almost despairingly, she quickly raked her nails down her arm, grabbing the bat and tossing it to the side of them, a predatory flame flickering deep within her cornflower blue eyes.
Snapping out of her trance, Mukuro smugly glanced at her from the corner of her eye, not bothering to move. She always felt so terrible when she had to kill, but anything her sister desired she felt the urge to do.
"...I assume you require more of my assistance, right dear sister?" She said softly, retreating slowly from her military stance, back into the shyer girl she truly was. "...I'm not certain I'd be any good right no-"
Shoving her back roughly against the stained wall, Junko purred with delight at her proposal. Pressing her chest against her, she looked deeply into her eyes, a light blush upon her cheeks.
"Mukurooo... I didn't expect you to suggest such a thing...! Your mind has deteriorated into filth now hasn't it!"
Leaning close she delivered a harsh nip to the crook of her neck, teeth grazing just above a bit of blood splatter. Reeling back a bit once hearing a sharp inhale from her prey, she tilted her head innocently. "Pathetic...aren't you?"
Blushign darkly, Mukuro struggled a bit to get free, but to no avail "J-Junko... we can't do this here you already know they'll find out...!" she stumbled a bit on her words, her heart rate quickening as she watched her twin slowly, teasingly licking her lips.
"Shut up, trash. If I want you then I don't give a damn who sees! Can you imagine what their reactions would be? It'd be so delicious! But...," Smirking, she immeadiately forced a hand under the girls plaid skirt, pressing her sharp nails roughly against her core, "..I can think of many a thing nearly as delicious that you happen to have on you..."