When Roxas's shift ends, we say our goodbyes. I didn't give him too much to do since it was her first day. Even though the first day here would drive others away, he managed to continue working with a smile. I must admit, he's a gem.

"So guys…What's your opinion on the new kid?" I ask when my eleven partners gather in my office. Their faces immediately darken, as expected.

"Axel, what the fuck were you thinking?" Larxene snaps. "You know damn well how dangerous it is to let outsiders into our company!"

"Don't think for a second that he'll be a member of the Organization." Saix, my blue-haired superior, warns.

"Oh, come on! Give him a chance…" I beg. "I needed more apprentices! Besides, he managed to retain his sanity after you guys bullied him, right?"

"Maybe he's used to it."

"...Hold on, did Eight reap that Kairi girl because of him? He only used his first name in the report, but…"

"Honestly, how many Roxases do you know?"

"Good point. …Hey, get this! Eight was being more of a pest than usual whenever Roxas was around. There's something about that kid…I'm just not sure what…"

"Yo, guys! The sun's almost down!" Demyx announces. The others look at him before nodding. They exit my office and go back to theirs. While waiting for them to prepare, I open one of my desk drawers. In it, there's a long black robe with a hood, a large brown sack that Eight uses to carry his 'trophies', and a list of targets' names printed from our website. I sigh heavily. I hate doing this; I'm not a bad guy. Unfortunately, I have no other choice…since…at night, I'm…

"Ngh…"

My head hurts again…

~Come on, come on, come ooon! Let me take over already! I wanna have my fun, ya damn goody-goody!~

"Shut up, Eight…" I growl before feeling another painful throb. "Fine! Fine, just…stop hurting me…"

…

Ah, finally! Anyway…As I slip on my work clothes, I think about all the pain and suffering I'm about to give to my targets and their loved ones. Oh, I'm getting excited just thinking about it! What used to be Axel's prized lighter is a scythe with red flame designs on the blade. After putting on my pitch-black gloves, I pick up the weapon from the blue-haired man's desk and leave his office. I notice that my partners are prepared to leave as well.

"Who's going be your prey tonight, Eight?" Six asks. I smirk before taking out my list.

"Tch…A bunch of kids again. Teenagers are so frickin' sensitive…"

"…"

"Hey, don't you get offended, Goth boy."

"…Well, it can't be helped. You shouldn't disappoint our customers." he sighs.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I roll my eyes as I conceal myself with my hood.

…

"I can sense my target. I'll see ya in a bit, Ten."

My partner, Ten the gambling know-it-all, leaves. I take a look at my target's information again. The person suddenly appears in my head. Zack Fair…Spiky navy-blue hair, gray eyes, and a playful expression…

"Ooh, you were a bad kid…" I smile before approaching the boy's house. It's a two-story building and I can sense my target's presence on the second floor. With a malicious grin, I jump onto his window sill. While crouching, I take a peek inside his room. He likes heavy metal and skulls and shit like that, huh? He and I could've been friends. Ah, well… I use my scythe to break the window's lock before discreetly opening it. I slip inside. As I lurk in the shadows, I watch Zack Fair sleep peacefully. I clench onto my scythe's grips as my excitement heats up. I wonder what his blood will taste like…

He's finally within my reach…I can hear his soft breath. I'll be the one to end it. I can hear his heartbeat. I'll be the one to slow it down. These thoughts race through my mind as I slowly put the chine of my weapon against Zack's neck. Just one swift movement and…

His eyes are opening. Shit… As soon as he sees my glowing red eyes, he prepares to scream. I refuse to give him the chance to save himself, so I clasp my hand onto his mouth. He's still attempting to shout, but only I can hear his muffled cries for help.

"Shhhh…"

It takes a few seconds for him to give up. He's trembling and his eyes are wide, but it's clear that he won't make another sound.

"I strongly encourage you not to involve your family…" I whisper with a suave voice. "Who knows what'll happen to them if you do."

Zack quickly nods, on the verge of tears. I smile victoriously before removing my hand. I take my target's information out of my coat pocket. Zack watches on, not daring to scream again.

"Hmhmhmm…" I hum as I skim through the sheet. "Ah, there you are…Zack Fair, sixteen years old. Someone who shall remain anonymous caught you abusing stray animals and, in a fit of rage, reported you to me."

"I-I…" he begins. I push my scythe closer to his neck in order to shut him up.

"Now, this goes without saying, but…you're going to die tonight."

"Wait…P-P-Please don't kill me…"

Tired of his voice, I push my scythe a little too hard. Blood spews out of the cut and stains my coat. I pick up his detached head by its navy-blue hair and stare at its terror-filled gaze. Blood gushes out of his body, making quite a mess on his bed. Now, I don't have time to bask in my work. According to the schedule that Roxas kid gave Axel, we're only allowed ten minutes per target. I stuff Zack's head into my bag and exit the room, which now reeks of my target's gore.

…

I meet Ten at our rendezvous point. He's carrying his trophy bag, which contains three heads, in one hand and his scythe in the other.

"Damn, Ten, you work fast!" I'm impressed and slightly pissed off at the same time.

"It's imperative to operate resourcefully, is it not?" he sounds professional but has a smug look on his face.

"Well, unlike you, I don't think of this as a contest. Loosen up! Have fun with it, will ya?"

"Performing tasks for recreational purposes, huh…" Ten mutters while adjusting his glasses. "This elucidates your occasional inability to achieve your quotas."

"Drop dead, asshole." I groan. We converse for a short while before hunting down our next target. On the way to my destination I get a little parched. I need blood…Maybe Zack's didn't dry out yet. I take the dripping head out of my sack and lift it above me. The blood trickles out of the body part and into my mouth. I lick my lips after tasting the boy's flesh. The taste of Fear is pretty strong. So familiar…So…boring…

"Eight, you greedy bastard!" I hear a familiar, hostile voice. I flinch, resisting the urge to run away.

"Oh…Hi Twelve." I watch the blond woman walk toward me with her 'I'm About to Scold You' face.

"Can you go one night without eating your targets?" she snaps. I roll my eyes.

"Oh, pull the stick outta your ass! You know you want a taste!"

I dangle the head in front of her. She stares at it for a second or two before pushing it away.

"Piss off, Ginger!" she growls before marching off.

"Hmph…Suit yourself." I shrug before having another drink. …Still boring…I want to taste another emotion. All I ever had was Fear, Sadness, and Guilt. There's a reason why I feed off of my victims every night. I'm searching for something new…Something different…Something unfamiliar…Something like…like…that Roxas kid's blood…

…

"No…No, absolutely not."

Has Eight lost his mind? Does he honestly think I'll allow him to drink my apprentice's blood?

~But I want him! I can't explain why, but there's something about him that's…drawing me to him. It drove me crazy last night. I want to eat him up, Axel…~

When Eight gets chills of ecstasy, I receive them as well. I blush slightly.

"S-Stop…He's just a kid! Don't make me feel this way about him…"

~You can't resist it forever, goody-goody…You're just as bad as me.~

I cringe when I hear the horrible truth. He's right…He and I are one. If he wants something, eventually, I'll want it too…

There's a knock on my door. It must be him…I'm surprised he didn't quit yet.

"Come in!"

Roxas walks inside with a depressed expression. He must've bumped into my partners again… I shake my head before smiling softly.

"Good afternoon, Roxas."

Somehow, the greeting alone makes Roxas grin. Well, I can't really blame him…I'm the only one who'll show him any amiability.

"Hi, Mr. Hachi!" he gleams. "So, what do I need to do today?"

"For starters, I need you to study the schedule I gave you."

"Sure thing! …Um, Mr. Hachi…There's something on your cheek." Roxas says, pointing at the left side of his face.

"Huh?"

I brush my fingers against my right cheek and look at them. I see a red liquid and gasp quietly. Eight, you careless bastard…

"…Thank you, Roxas." I mutter. The blood…smells pretty good…I lick my fingers and tremble slightly. Fear…I haven't tasted it for so long…It sharpens my instincts for a moment. What is that amazing scent…? No…That's not Roxas, is it…? His blood smells astounding! A mixture of Bravery and Anger…

"M-Mr. Hachi, are you okay?"

~Hahaha…I knew you'd like it…~

"I'm fine…" I clear my throat as I gradually lose my cannibalistic impulse.