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Void of a Lullaby.
Monster.


"I always seem to have a vague feeling that Satan is among the musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back from the suffocation of loniless."

Should i?
My mind screamed 'no! don't do it, Amu!', but my heart throbbed at the thought of putting my mobile down, and not dialling his number.

Should i not?
".. This is getting ridiculous," i grumbled to myself, and decided to just do it. This was it, yep. I was going to quickly tap the numbers into my phone and..

"Hello?"

The voice, so deep it cut into my mind like a razor, made it bleed, cry, squirm with terror, it didn't want me to call the man for some reason, - some reason i couldn't comprehend. There was something about him, something that made the hair's on the back of my neck stand to attention, something that made my nerve endings burn. Something, and i was positive i'd find out what it was. Even if it killed me.
Ironic, i suppose.

He cleared his throat and chuckled at his own bad pun, "Cat got your tongue?"

"A-Ah! Ikuto, um. Hi. I was just wondering.." I gulped, twisted a strand of my hair around my index finger; "Would you like to go out today?"

He chuckled, a raspy, throaty chuckle that made me quiver. In fear, or excitement, i couldn't quite figure out.

"Ofcourse, Amu-chan."

We discussed the further plans of today for a few more minutes, and he inquired about my arm. I claimed it was alright, though my cast made me itch, and it was just swollen, - but that was to be expected. Though, my brain squealed, trying to get through to me, 'it was on purpose!'
My brain really, really needed a holiday from all this stress; i'd have to arrange a date to head to the spa with Yaya. Though she tended to be away most of the time, being a professional ballet dancer was fairly demanding, i supposed. I was proud of her, though.

I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, in the kitchen. 10.34am. Hm, i wasn't to meet Ikuto until eleven. I suppose i could make myself some breakfast. I smiled to myself. Bacon sandwiches, yum.


Taking your time, Ikuto?

I was startled, for a moment. Though the familiar voice soon began to soothe me. It was odd, being soothed by the voice of uttermost evil, - but he was everything, without a shadow of a doubt, that my stepfather wasn't. He was ruthless, he was vain, he was accepting of me, no matter how much of my sanity has been drowned in the bottomless oblivion that was my mind. He was almost like my father.

Taking your time, Ikuto?

"Satan-sama," I muttered under my breath, pulling a black shirt over my head. "I'm sorry, but this one's taking alot more of my time."

I expected, though you know time on earth weakens you, Ikuto. Your drive and hatred will soon begin to melt away, do you really want that?

Did i want that? Did i really want the bitterness i'd been ridden with for years to suddenly melt away?
I knew i couldn't cope living on earth. A soulless shell of who i was was no good to anyone here on there misguided, malicious realm.

"No, sir."

Good. I expect you to return in three days with the girl. Untouched, Ikuto. I know your intentions. I need a virgin, and you know that. I'm warning you, if i don't get the girl within the time i've assigned you, i'll be sending reinforcements to drag you both here. Understood?

"Ofcourse, sir. It'll be done."

With that, the pressure building in my skull ceased. The anger of such a powerful being haunting your mind plagued you with pain and it was almost like my head was going to explode.

I really needed to win her over, this was cruicial. I couldn't, wouldn't, disappoint my father. Never. My hand instinctively went around my neck, stroking it. It was almost like the memory was bruising, suffocating, almost bleeding from my neck, - running down, pooling into my colarbone, and seething into my chest. My heart throbbed. My eyes burned, dry.

Because if i fuck this up, that bastard will get away for what he did to me.


So Ikuto and myself had decided to see a movie.
Ofcourse, i dressed up. I just had to look my best for zombie slaying goodness, not to mention the thrill of people screaming, puking and throwing popcorn into people's hair, acting natural when they turned to question,
"Hey buddy, what in the name of fuck are you doing?"

Not. Really, i was just out to impress. My hair straight, down; blue skinny jeans, white shirt and a black, sleeveless waistjacket. I really did want to question why i was so determined to make myself look better. I'd had nothing but negative vibes from the man. No, ofcourse he'd been nice. And he wasn't bad to look at, quite the piece of eyecandy, if i do say so myself. He was stunning.
He picked me up at eleven, just as he'd promised; and my eyes almost fell right outt'a my skull, because that, was the sexiest car i'd ever have the pleasure of riding in.

Two seater, sleek, black, white leather seats. It really did make me wonder what such a drop dead gorgeous man like Ikuto, - who was so obviously rich, by the way, - was attracted to someone like myself. I wasn't tall, like the other girls, my legs didn't go on forever, i was unnaturally clumsy, and my toes had a tendincy to point towards eachother at the toes. I was dorky, to say the least.

We were eventually seated in the cinema's, a hotdog and pepsi for Ikuto, a small popcorn for me. I'd steal his drink, i grinned. The room dimmed, and turning towards the commotion of some boys around about my age, - who were 'whoo!'ing, and chucking popcorn to the rows infront of them. One turned to look at me. He winked, and slid his tongue across his bottom lip in suggestion.

I blushed. I turned back to the movie, and going down to snatch a sip of Ikuto's pop, his hand was clenched tightly around the arm of the chair, his knuckles going white.

"I-Ikuto?" I gently placed my hand over his, and instantly felt him relax. Ah thank god! After two and a half of pure zombie goodness, filled with Ikuto moving the arm of the chair back to pull me closer to him, the flirty brunette glancing to my direction again and again, and i could feel Ikuto getting angrier. We left the cinema's, and just as we were about to hop back on into Ikuto's sleek car, a voice called out,

"Hey sexy! Did you enjoy the movie?"

I turned, and the brunette boy halted his friends to run over to us. He was just inches shorter than Ikuto, he was skinny, he was a troublemaker. Ikuto quickly shut the door of the car, instead of getting into the drivers seat, and walked around, his face stoic, his stance calm.

That was, until he grabbed the boy by the throat.

"Anything to say, kid?"

The boy looked particularly terrified, under the expression he was quite obviously putting on to look tough infront of his cronies.

"Get off me, bastard!"

Ikuto raised an eyebrow, and chuckled, and squeezed his throat, pulling him closer to whisper in his ear,

"I'd be sure not to sleep tonight, kid. You might not wake back up," he purred, lifting the boy off of his feet and landing a punch into his stomach. He dropped him, jabbed him in the arm with a; quite literally, bone-crunching kick. The boy cried out, and clutched his arm.

"C'mon Amu-chan, let's get you home."

I could do nothing but quickly nod, hop into the car, and keep quiet the entire way home. He was quiet, he was cool, he was collected. He was strong.

He's a wolf in diguise, but i can't stop staring in those evil eyes. That boy is a monster. He ate my heart.


Another one done! The layout is fucked though, stupid fanfiction.
Ha, well. Yeah, hope you all enjoyed your holidays!
I know i did, was quite tiring, actually. (:

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