Amu tapped her foot rapidly, her arms crossed tightly against her chest. She was not at all pleased with having to drag someone around with her all day, and having someone so slow to drag around only added to her displeasure. Her eyes narrowed to amber slits of annoyance when she saw Ikuto exit the room.
"Jesus Christ, what were you having in there, a fucking tea party?"Amu spat, her foot still tapping. Ikuto just walked calmly towards her, almost in a laidback sort of manner.
"You know, your mouth would put the child of a trucker and a sailor to shame."Ikuto casually commented, his hands in his pocket and a smirk on his face. Amu growled, roughly grabbing his wrist and dragging him down the hall.
"You are nothing but a nuisance, do you know that Tsukiyomi?"
"Ikuto."
Amu stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him. "What was that?"
"That was my name. Tsukiyomi is too formal; if I'm going to be your forced sex slave, than you might as well call me Ikuto. And in exchange, I call you Amu."Ikuto explained his terms to the impatient girl in front of him. "If that Tadase kid was telling the truth, she just might go for it."Ikuto thought, staring down Amu's glare.
Amu huffed, turning on her heel and starting down the hall again. "We don't have time for useless crap like that. Plus, as your demon overseer, I call you whatever I want to, and you call me by my last name. If you don't like those terms, then I'll gladly sew your mouth shut so you can never speak again."
Ikuto sighed. "Yes, of course, Oh mistress of doom and despair."
"Shut it before I break that playboy face of yours into a million pretty little pieces."Amu growled out, still briskly walking down the hall. Ikuto rolled his eyes, following after her so as to avoid her wrath.
"So, who's next on the 'Make them cry like little human girls' list?"Ikuto asked, looking down the hallway in complete boredom.
"Name is Fujisaki Nagihiko. Age is 13. Hair color is purple, and eye color is brown."Amu stated quickly, reaching a door that had been considerable distance from the Tadase's cell.
"Do I want to ask, or should I just wait and see?"Ikuto asked, watching as Amu rapidly searched for the key.
"I don't care just shut your fucking trap. God, it's like listening to a never ending soundtrack."Amu grumbled, inserting the key and opening the door swiftly. She walked into the room and straight towards a young boy lying on a metallic table. His long purple hair hung over the edge of the table, and his arms and legs were strapped down. Unlike Tadase, Nagihiko was lying on his form of torture naked as the day he was born. Ikuto could only imagine what Amu had in store for him today.
"Ah, Amu-chan. I thought that my presence wasn't going to be graced by you today."Nagihiko said, his voice coming out in a calm manner. Amu rolled her eyes as she brought over a cart full of different tools.
"I swear, for people getting tortured, you, Tadase-kun, and Kairi are so chatty. It actually makes me want to vomit." Amu said, checking to make sure the tools were razor sharp. Nagihiko shrugged the best as he could with his arms tied.
"We try to make the best of a terrible situation is all."Nagihiko said, flashing a smile. Amu rolled her eyes and walked over to where Nagihiko's head laid, and began to run her fingers through his hair. If Ikuto hadn't known better, from his point of view it would look like she was caressing it gently, almost in a caring manner.
"You know Nagi, you have such lovely hair," Amu said, still running her fingers through it. "It's so soft and luscious….So much better than any girl's hair I've seen before. Why in the world would you keep it so feminine Nagi? You're a boy after all…Right?"
"Of course I am Amu-chan. I'm one hundred percent boy."Nagihiko stated, in a tone of voice that could almost be mistaken for pride.
"Really? But when you came here, you were dressed in girl's clothes…Does that mean you don't like being a boy?"Amu inquired, still running her fingers through his hair. Nagihiko started to fidget slightly, giving a sign of her beginning to breach on an uncomfortable topic.
"Wh-What's there not to like? Boys are strong, tough, and big, we're dominant most of the time! And girls, girls are just weak, a-and small…So very, very small…Practically tiny even!"
Amu walked to the side of the table, her fingertip gently running over the features of his face. Nagihiko practically flinched when he saw Amu's face hovering right above his.
"Then, do you mind if I check for you? Just to make sure?"Amu asked, beginning to close the space between their lips. Nagihiko's head began to thrash, trying to make sure their lips did not connect.
"No! You know the truth, you don't need to see it over and over again Amu-chan!"Nagihiko shouted, trying to stop her. Amu glared, grasping his chin harshly to hold him in place.
"Ah ah ah, now hold still; this will only take a second."Amu said, before pressing her lips against his. Ikuto stood and watched the scene unfold; Nagihiko's eyes wide with practical terror and Amu's face slowly moving away, the wisp of memorial smoke following her. She caught it in her hands, shaping it into the screen that showed what she wanted.
"Now, let's see how you really feel about being a boy, shall we?"Amu said, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face as the smoky screen began to play.
A young girl was walking down the street at night. Her long purple hair held back in a ponytail, her brown eyes bright in the moonlight. She looked perfect, flawless even, her body that of a dancer's. And everyone noticed, including the drunkard that was following her that night.
The girl sensed someone behind her, and sped up her walking, trying to get home as quickly as possible. But the man behind her sped up as well. Soon, he was almost keeping pace with her, and she knew it would be almost impossible to break away.
"Hey there cutie! What's your name?"The man shouted, slurring his words as he talked. The girl kept her eyes straight forward, not even looking back.
"M-My name is Nadeshiko," She called out, walking even quicker than before. She had to get home or at least closer to it if she wanted to be safe. Suddenly, the man was right behind her, and grasped her arm tightly. Nadeshiko was about to scream, but the man clasped his hand over her mouth as he dragged her into an alleyway.
He slammed her against a wall, pinning her as he began to quickly undress her. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"
"N-No…St-Stay away from me, please!"Nadeshiko shouted, struggling against him. The man slapped her hard, continuing his unbuttoning of her blouse.
"You need to learn when to keep quiet girly. People might be getting the wrong idea, you know?"He slurred, beginning to lower the skirt and panties that she wore. Nadeshiko whimpered, waiting for what she knew was to come. The man finally had them lowered, and looked down, only for his eyes to widen in shock and anger.
"What the hell is this?!"
Nagihiko stared terrified at the man, and the last thing he remembered seeing was his angry face, being covered in his blood.
Nagihiko had no idea where he was only that his eyes were closed and he wasn't in pain.
"Nadeshiko."
And there was a voice calling out to him, calling him by his female name. It was a soft, female voice, and sounded so familiar…
"Nadeshiko."
Nagihiko suddenly placed the voice, bolting upright and looking down to see himself in women's clothing.
"What the…"He started to say, looking up to meet the gaze of dull amber eyes.
"You lied to me Nadeshiko."
The smoke image disappeared, leaving a trembling Nagihiko on the tabletop, and an emotionless Amu staring at where it used to be. She looked down at Nagihiko, a fake smile gracing her face, as she raised the blade she held in her hand.
"Let's make you more masculine, shall we Nagi?"Amu asked, and suddenly Nagihiko's scalp was lying on the floor, the long purple locks matted with the blood that spilled forth.
Ikuto could only stare in hidden horror at the sight before him, not being able to turn away for some sick twisted divine reason. He watched as Nagihiko's scalp fell to the floor, how Amu danced sliced into his calves that had been toned from years of dancing with reckless abandon. She sliced into his ankle, breaking the tendons that held it together, causing screams of pain to erupt from Nagihiko. The blade and blood danced together, Nagihiko's body being the dance floor and Amu being the choreographer. The dance was long, was violent and bloody, and didn't stop until Nagihiko was bloody mess lying on the tabletop. Amu let her fingers dance downwards, the blade twirling delicately between the fingers of her other hand.
"You know, when Rima heard that 'Nagihiko' moved away, she was so upset. A lot of people thought that was what led her to the suicide. Well, that and her parents being so aggressive towards each other. If only you didn't want to be a girl as pretty as Rima," Amu sighed in an almost dream like manner, before her hand grasped onto Nagihiko's penis. His eyes widened as Amu's grinned evilly.
"But at least I can fix that for you."She said, and soon the blade caused enough pain for Nagihiko that even Ikuto could feel it.
"Torture is done, time to move on."Amu announced, tossing the bloodied blade onto the cart and heading out the door. "And you better not be late this time Ikuto."She added, and was out the door in the blink of an eye.
Ikuto stared at Nagihiko, feeling pity for him after an encounter such as that. "So what, you're going to tell me now that I have to save Amu because she wasn't always like this?"Ikuto said, more as a hypothesis than a question.
"Yes," He croaked out, his lips coated in blood. "She really wasn't. There…There was a fire back before any of this happened. God, before that fire happened, she was just like a normal person, and as far as I knew, she never had a sinister thought in her head. But after…She just couldn't stop."
"Stop? Couldn't stop what?"Ikuto asked, again letting his curiosity get the better of him. Before Nagihiko could answer his question, Amu's voice came booming from the hallway.
"Ikuto, I swear to Satan that if you don't get your ass out here right now, your punishment will be ten times worse than it should be!"
"You should go," Nagihiko said, nodding towards the door. "She can come up with some nasty things when in a bad mood."
"I can see that."Ikuto said, glancing at Nagihiko's form on the tabletop. Nagihiko chuckled slightly, finding the comment amusing.
"Don't worry; I've been through this a lot. Sometimes I'm used to it, sometimes I'm not. Either way, I always end up right as rain again. Now go."
"If you say so."He said, and was soon out the door to meet up with Amu.
Nagihiko sighed as he gazed up at the ceiling, hoping his call would be heard. "Tsumugu-san, Midori-san, Ami-chan…I've asked you so many times before, but please; let Amu see that it wasn't her fault."
A/N: I'm almost thinking I should lock myself away…Was truly a bloody chapter so far. But, it must be done, because no one else will do it for me. And again, sleepless nights equal whatever the hell you'd call this. Hope you enjoyed, or at least let your inner sadist free! Give any improvement remarks too please! Review and receive a Nagihiko plush doll! Until next time, JAA MATA!