Okey guuuuuys. I edited the shit out of this. hopefully its waaaay better. and uh... I decided to make it a TykiKanda instead of a Lucky(LaviTyki)! I'll be doing the same to the second chapter and probably write a third.

I don't own DGM in any way shape or form. DISCLAIMER.

This is Yaoi. and yes, I do plan on smut in latter chapters.

This chapter is more of... explaining how fucked up Tyki is.

This miiiight have triggers? I think im going to Angst it a little so.. beware?

~Lea(Lee)~

Desire-

"Within the furthest reaches of the heart Lie those desires whose name one dares not speak.

So seductive,

so intoxicating,

so indulgent,

our most private passions burn at the molten core of our beginning, luring us to the very heights of ecstasy and depths of despair…

Lovers have transformed a virginal sheet of paper into a sanctuary for a restless heart.

Each of the pages in this journal contains the expression of your own desires-

Unedited,

Undiluted,

Uninhabited.

Abandon yourself…

If you dare~"

-I will allow only my lord to possess my sacred lotus pond, and every night, you can make it blossom in me-

_Joido_

~Soon she won't object to fingers that stray under her skirt hem and linger at her lightly knotted waistband; When her eyes are dreamy and her breathing's harsh, send the servants away.~ (Mallyana Vatsyayana (2nd century) The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana; 2nd century)

I rip his skin off of his face slowly; a sly smirk sprawled across my face, as he screams loudly. Its thick pleasure for me. My finger buried deep beneath his skin slowly but effectively peeling the skin off his cheek. My fingers do not just graze the man either. They plung deep enough into his tissue to tear a good chunk, letting me see the teeth that lay underneath.

"Yes! Scream boy! Do you think anyone can hear you? Go on! Keep calling for help!" My voice probably dripped with pure insanity at the time. As I think back it would have probably scared me as well. I am not easily frightened.

As I speak I heat a dull knife with my lighter. I have played with people long enough to know what makes a man scream at the top of his lungs. I know how to drag out a death so they give up... beg me to end their pathetic existence.. Even so... I enjoy using lighters. If I feel especially upset that day I'll just put the lighter to their skin and watch it drip drip drip... Plus if the heat heals over some of the wounds, I'll get the pleasure of reopening them with my ever so dull knife.

As of right now I am combining the two. Heat the knife enough to sear the skin as I dig it in deep enough to cut, after all it is dull. While I heat the blade I look over at the sad excuse of a victim I chose to... What was it I brought him here for? haha.. I cant seem to remember. My thoughts cant seem to straighten out.

Anyways, he's calmed down. I really don't like that... or.. do I? Maybe I want the amusement of letting him almost lull to sleep before brutally waking him up again.. At any rate... I know one thing that's constant in my head at the moment... I want him to scream...

As I press the blade to the cheek that still exists. He screams and jerks away from the contact. I'd imagine it would feel like you dropped your spoon in a boiling pot of water and you, for what ever reason, stuck your hand in to get it. I put it back to his face and drag it along the length of his cheek slowly, watching the thin red line appear and smaller pink circular burn marks following in suit.

I was sick... My jaw clenched as I shivered out of pure enjoyment... I was enjoying the sight in front of me. Now that both of his cheeks were mutilated.. I must have felt like I could move on... I cant really tell with all the blurred thoughts. I just wanted someone else to bleed. someone else to be just as marred..

I lean close to his face and he turns his head to the side, a small, almost chocked out, whimper escapes his lips. I found this noise amusing. Gently I run my fingers along his face, avoiding the wounds I proudly inflicted... A dark chuckle rumbling somewhere in my chest vibrates in my throat. It sounded animalistic. Definitely not human. Slowly and almost breathlessly I practically spat out the different ways I could torture the poor soul. More often then not I was arguing with myself how to do it. Even so... His voice broke my concentration on ways to mutilate his body.

"Fuck. You." He said through clenched teeth before turning and spitting on my cheek. My vision went white for a split second. I could feel my lips curl up into that grin.. He shouldn't have done that… Frustrated I wipe my cheek. Before I can process my next movement I do it. My teeth sunk deeply into the tissue that makes up the earlobe and yank my head viciously. The flesh tears and I spit the abomination out if my mouth. His scream echoes through the dark ass room. Just that sound bouncing off the walls...

"CoMe On~! WhErE dId YoUr… 'FuCk YoU' aTtItUdE gO~! i MiSs It~!" My voice sounds strangled. It sounded forced and cold. Foreign. Even to my own ears.. "LeTs GeT sTaRtEd ThEn… ShAlL wE~?" He closed his eyes. Either tired of looking at me... or just in denial of the inevitable end he was to receive by my hand... He should have kept his mouth shut. He talked one too many times. about me. about how I live. The lies he spread,

Even as an senior in college... I don't… appreciate… the rude comments he spread around. They may seem meaningless words... But they still stung and wounded the persona I had created for the other students at my dear school… I had to keep it up. People had to believe I was stable.. I was sane. I cant go back to that family. College is my escape. I'll stay as long as I can.

Its funny how I'm killing a man over some stupid words… it proves how off the deep end I seem to be… I continue to torture my victim. What a useless tool. He had been so easy to manipulate into the perfect kill victim. To isolate. I took his everything out from under his nose so that all he had to turn to was me.

His girl was probably the easiest thing I had to get rid of. She was so fickle. Im surprised he even had a girl to be truthful. I fucked her. Long story short, she left him to… 'find better men.' I think that's how she put it.

His money? My brother helped me into manipulating him into poverty. He found it hard to go any where without breaking some law.

As for his family… That was a little harder. He suddenly 'lost contact' with them... My brother also helped me with that. Since, of course, he couldn't pay phone payments anymore (due to lack of money), my brother simply... called his family and told them he dropped out one day. This kid.. He may have been living on campus for his third year of college... but he sure was dumb..

He is perfect to murder… Perfect, perfect, perfect… with every mental repetition I plunged the blade deeper and deeper into his thigh. I laugh the happiest laugh I've laughed since…

Since I lost myself…

~Unless a Woman has an amorous heart, She is a dull companion.~ (Samuel Johnson (1709-1784))

_Tyki_

I bolt up straight in my bed sweating slightly as I stare into the dim light flooding my room. Where am I? What was I doing? I sigh deeply and look over at the clock on my night stand. Time for class…

I clench onto my silk sheets that ball into my fists without any problem. I toss and turn giving into my childish temper tantrum slamming my fists into everything in my reach. Though... There is nothing in my reach and all I can do is slam my fists into my bed. Frustration boils to the surface and I groan loudly until my throat burns lightly.

How is it that I can't find enjoyment out of anything other than that? My mind flashes back to the terror in that kids face... But I don't feel regret.. I feel proud of myself. This angers me but it also makes me sick. The need to break something, anything, emerges again.

Trying to calm myself, I bring my hand eye level and stare at it. Clean, normal skin that isn't stained in the slightest. Closing my eyes I sigh a long sigh. I am alive... Normal as i'll ever be. I am still Tyki Mikk. There is no blood covering my hand... right now... I am a normal college student...

I think again and the same thoughts come to mind. They all resemble something similar to... 'What I find bad… is that I don't feel guilty… Not even a little bit.'

I open my eyes to look at the hand that still hovered just in front my face to see it soaked in blood. My breath hitches. One word processing in my mind. Blood. I become frantic. Is there more? Where did it come from?

Looking down I see I am sitting in a pool of blood that stains my white silk sheets a deep red that spreads into a almost lighter colour and looking up I see that isn't all. Messily thick handprints are drug across the walls of my room and blood slowly seeps from the corners in the ceiling. It slowly dribbles down the walls. Drip, drip, drip... Just like the melting skin of my victims... How did blood get up there? I'm so used to blood... I see it every where. It follows me... am I being punished? haha... I don't care. I'll take it.. All this really does is make me want to kill again...

Closing the gap between my hand and my face I try to bury the desire to call in a maid and pull the long knife out of my bed side table drawer and slowly push the blade through her throat. From one end to the other. Not quite decapitating her but... close...

I close my eyes one more time and smooth my hair back taking my time to collect my composer I have delicately manifested. Its almost fragile... But only to my eyes. No one else has broken it. Opening my eyes again I look around my perfect room where the only imperfection were the messy sheets I tore apart.

No blood.

Okey guys! How do you like the edit?

if any one even read the first one xD omf. uhm~ Do you guys like the Quotations? I can cut them out so its no big deal I guess.

Review I guess.

I'm out! ~Lea(Lee)~