Chapter Two

Fumito sat behind a mahogany desk, where thick folders were piled high on the side. He was reviewing each folder carefully, meticulously. The sunlight streamed into his office in a thick slant that cut through the darkness. Saya needs to feed. His stage wasn't ready yet. The buildings needed furnishing, its characters' were still being trained to act like they were a normal community and the Child was still developing, taking its time.

Saya might have to wait for a little longer, he thought with disdain.

With a tired sigh, Fumito placed the file he was reviewing on the tabletop and massaged his temple. He wondered if his Saya would like the game he's preparing for her, if she would be happy. He wanted nothing but her happiness. Saya's happiness… he would do anything for it. Spend all of his money for it. Kill for it. Everything would be rewarded when she finally smiles. Just thinking about her smiling made him smile.

Somebody knocked on the door. "Fumito-sama?"

"Come in," he said in clipped tone. What now?

It was Naoki's intern, who walked in Fumito's office with shaking knees and a clipboard. "Finally, something I actually want to read." Fumito said lazily reaching for the clipboard. Something caught his eye. "Wait… is that a pimple in your cheek?" The intern's eyes grew wide and nodded. "Yes sir."

"Go find another internship for now, young man. What Dr. Naoki is conducting is a very delicate experiment. I would hate it if your acne were to contaminate it." Fumito said, still scanning the report.

"But sir… I wear a mask and gloves when I am in the—" the intern tried to say.

Fumito shook his head. "Do you know what I dislike the most? People that talk back, kid. Go get your things and go home." Be thankful that your grades are stellar, or else you'd be swimming with the fishes tonight. The report was fairly thick, and in its pages were interesting developments. The Child was developing at a highly accelerated pace. Magnificent. His eyes wandered to the stack of files he had to sign and read and decided that he can get back to them later.

Saya was in her usual position when he entered her chamber, unmoving, unaware. Well, she was purposely being unaware of his existence, anyway. "Saya," he said quietly, standing at her left side, studying her marvelous face. Her eyes were blankly staring at her lap and her lips were slightly parted. "What are you thinking of right now?" She didn't stir.

"I know you're starving, my dear Saya." Fumito said, leaning in front of her. She looked up at him this time, with glossy eyes and chapping lips. She was beginning to deteriorate. "Don't worry. You can feed soon, love. Just be patient." Saya looked so fragile, so enticing. What he'd give to touch her. Fumito reached for her and she narrowed her eyes in warning. "I won't hurt you, Saya… I promise. I just…" his words faded at the sight of Saya struggling out of the chain restraints.

He smiled and sat at the opposite end of the ridiculously long dining table. From this distance, she looked like a princess, sitting up regally and quietly, like she had been taught to. "Why… why are you doing this?" she asked with a hoarse voice. She must be very thirsty now. The restraints clinked together as she tried to free herself from them again. What an unruly princess. He rested his head onto his palm and said, "There are powers in this world that are so great that man fears them," Fumito stood up and walked back towards her. "That's why people want to get a hold of that power. Oh, Saya, do you really not want to hear what I have done for you?"

Silence was the only answer he got from his prisoner. Fumito nodded, accepting rejection for the hundredth time and stood up. "Just wait, Saya." he whispered to her as he passed her chair. Saya looked up at him for a second then returned to staring at her lap.

Fumito rested his head on the headrest once the driver closed the SUV door. It's been ten years since he'd come back to Japan. Nobody really knew about his past and he didn't really care to share it. In the world of politics and business, all they needed to know was your college degree, your annual income and shallow family background. His mother was not Japanese. Fumito never got the chance to know his Mother. The only thing that his Father would say was that she left when he was only a year old. He'd grown up as the wealthy little boy with no real friends. It was a typical set-up. There had been many marriage meetings, but he'd rejected every single girl. He was in love with a mythical girl and so, he did everything in his power to get her. There wasn't anything that he couldn't get when he wanted it— even if it meant killing his Father, who had disagreed with his plans too many times. There was no remorse—there never was any.

"Where to, Chairman?" the chauffeur asked.

"The firing range, I need to blow off some steam." Fumito said, opening his eyes.

Saya stared at the floating vials of her blood. Promise me, you'll never take another human's life, Saya… a dismembered voice whispered in the back of her mind. She took a deep breathe to calm herself down. If it weren't for that stupid promise, she would have already torn that bastard into pieces. She couldn't remember the face of the one she made the promise to. The door creaked open.

"Why are you here again?" she hissed.

Fumito was not in the room with her, she was with strangers wearing white head-to-toe protective gear. They were holding syringes. One of the people motioned for somebody to hold her down. Three men in grey protective gear came forward and held down her right arm and the one wearing white injected the syringe's contents into her. Saya screamed. She could feel it racing into her system. It was hot, very hot. The gray people let go of her right arm and held down her left arm. The process was repeated and the pain was unbearable.

"Fumito!" she snarled. Her voice shook all the floating vials.

"The vials!" somebody shouted.

He put the gun down and took off his headphones then took the phone his PA was holding out for him.

"What is it?" he asked. Fumito's eyes widened a moment later before he swore. "Goddam it! You imbeciles!" He gritted his teeth and sighed. "I'll be there in a few minutes then. If she still hasn't calmed down when I get there, you're fired."

Fumito shook his head. If anything were to happen to his dear Saya, lives would not be enough for compensation. Her life was worth more than a hundred thousand peoples' lives. She was goddam immortal, and if she was going to get sick or die just because of some scientists' malpractice, that was just going to be too damn sad. He clicked his tongue. No, that can't happen. Saya is his everything. Literally. He had invested billions for her welfare. She was extremely rare. No one else can come close to her beauty, to her power.

Saya was still shaking when he arrived. Beside her were a dozen broken vials of her blood. It was messy,messy, messy. She looked like she had been scared out of her wits. "Saya?" he whispered, studying her clammy face. "Oh darling you're shaking like a leaf…"

"Was… was this what you've been ta-talking about?" she sputtered out, throwing him an accusatory glare. Her lips were pale, and a part of it was bleeding.

"Yes, and no." Fumito answered, thankful for the thicker arm restraints as he wiped the blood off from her lower lip. "This is only one of the things I've done for you, dear Saya." He crossed his arms and scrutinized her again. "You'll get used to the serum in time, Saya. For now, you have no choice but to endure it." Her eyes glowed, but only for a few seconds. "How does it feel?"

No answer.

"Saya?"

Silence. Fumito let a small smile creep into his mouth. She'd fallen asleep. He stayed where he was. It was a rare occasion to see his prized Saya be in peace. Yes, beings from myths were truly beautiful.

Author's Note:

Haaaaa! Finally, an update! Ü
Um…well, yeah… I know my fic's über weird. Thank you for reading! I hope you're still weirded out enough to leave me a complaint—yeah, right—haha. Don't forget the review or Fumito will get sad! We don't want a sad sadist heree~!

Victoria Chrystallis