My friend Isuzu's fanfiction inspired me to write this one. It's a yaoi also.

Pairing: Toto X Nagi

There will be lemons so don't like it don't read it.

Nagi Kengamine

The male with messy black hair, who seemed taller than most of the deadman, and wore a black sweater with a white jacket and black pants, had walked in the halls, leaving his cell and headed over to the scar chain headquarters. He also wore a scarf around his neck and one around his waist, which one of the scarves had belonged to his deceased wife.

It had been two years since his wife was murdered and he had been feeling really depressed lately. He had missed her so much and not to mention that his wife was expecting a baby girl, which he had longed to hold in his arms. He hated remembering his wife dying in his arms. He remembered it so well. In fact, remembering that moment had brought him to tears.

He had always looked forward to seeing his daughter. He had wished that his wife didn't die at all. He remembered when he had to fight in a carnival corpse match against his wife. He had to throw the match, as in lose the match, only to protect his wife. That was how he lost his vocal chords, which explains the scar that's on his neck. Soon enough, Tamaki had told him that he was going to make his wife do a penalty game, even though she was the one who won the match, to punish him.

He also remembered that Tamaki told a monk named Genkaku to kill his wife. He shot her and she died in his arms. The male was really upset and he felt like he wanted to kill people.

He could remember it all so well. A tear begins to fall from his eye as he looked down at the ground. He lets out a soft sad sigh as he walked into Headquarters. He looked around and saw that no one was there. He shrugged then turned around and left Headquarters. He began to adjust his scarf a little bit. The one that was around his neck.

Tears were still falling from his eyes as he stopped walking after a little while and he leaned his back against the wall, wiping his own tears away. His cheeks seem to be wet from the tears. He felt like he wanted to cry. To let it all out. However, he didn't know who to tell about his problems though. Normally he would tell a woman named Karako, but he couldn't find her at all. He didn't know what to do at all.

He stayed there for about thirty minutes before walking again. He felt like he had to hold it all in. Bottling up his emotions isn't really good for him but he felt like he had to. He didn't want people to think of him as weak. He wasn't weak at all. He may look tough on the outside, but deep inside, he was a very gentle person. His personality is very gentle, although he has his moments.

He had noticed someone. A boy that was a bit shorter than he was. He didn't know who it was. He took a deep breath as he walked towards the boy. He had heard playful and mischievous giggles. He had never heard of a deadman that was pretty much playful. Except maybe Shiro but that was it.

Now that he thinks of it. He did remember fighting in another carnival corpse against someone with that personality except that person was really strong. After he lost, that person licked his blood and received his branch of sin. He now remembered. And he seemed afraid of him although it wasn't like him to be afraid of anything. Except maybe losing the ones he cares about.

As the male reached closer to the boy, he was noticed. The boy then walked over to him, still giggling. The man seemed afraid of the boy as he remembered who it was. The boy finally got a closer look at who was approaching him and smirked. "Long time no see." He paused. "Owl."