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"Am I pretty?" He doesn't care, doesn't look, just kisses the delicate skin of her arm, drinking in the aroma of the expensive Pegaso perfume he bought her. She's sitting on the edge of the bed, letting Neku taste the expensive spice of her skin with his lips, trying in vain not to feel anything.

They are in the back room of some Shitty ass lover's motel in the red lights district that Neku just insisted on renting out; the sheets on the bed are a mess of stains and rips, walls peeling with faded paints of degrading yellows and reeling greens. The air smells like the expensive perfume, just masking the smell of sex and rot that they both know is there waiting like a beast in the night.

And secretly, the whole scene excites Neku to the point where he will just about lie through those pretty little teeth of his.

The palm of his hand is gently caressing and holding sinfully onto the skin of her arm, fingernails digging into a living ceramic and leaving pretty little scars to love and embellish Shiki's skin forever.

Soon Neku grows tired of using his lips; he slowly starts nipping at her skin with his teeth, tasting both her perfume and the exhilarating spice of her sweat.

Shiki feels pain, but not enough to worry her. What pains her more is the fact that Neku did not answer her question.

"Am I pretty?" Ignored. Again. Off on his own little world, Neku flashes his pretty little teeth, and switches weapons to his tongue. Up and down her arm the muscle goes, Neku lost and lost and lost…

…in a world that's never been his.

Shiki pulls away from him, to which he, in an angry glare and a soft hiss, silently pulls out of his artificial world. She doesn't care. Let him be angry. Let him be hungry. Let him starve for all I care.

"Am I pretty?" It's a simple question, she guesses. Neku bars his teeth and lies to her, and her eyes grow to massive proportions.

But that doesn't matter. Time stops, and the game continues. They wake up on the middle of the street, bodies sprawled out on the asphalt while faces look up towards the sky. They are worlds away from each other as people step on their bodies.

"Does it matter?" Neku whispers as a car zooms through his idle body, tires melting and combining with his body for a second or two, before it goes on its merry way to some unknown destination. He tastes as the expensive perfume he bought Shiki dies in the lingering sun, whishing he had that artificial world back.

Shiki just stares at the sky as people stomp at her body and ignore her general presence.

She closes her eyes and makes her own world; a world where looks didn't matter.


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