One day, I asked you how to fall in love.

And you said it's like a butterfly starts moving in our belly, when we see the person we love.

That person will make us smile when we need to.

Will hold us when we cry, if we need to.

Will appear in our house saying they were bored and wanted company.

And we were the first ones that person chose.

That person who come once we call, to be happy with us.

And that person who come when we cry, without being called.

We will protect that person with our lives, because everything we want is to make them happy.

We will die for that person.

That's what you said.

But that's not what I asked.

I feel that way towards a lot of people.

Like you, grandpa!

I don't want you to die.

I want to protect you from evil, like grandpa did with our family.

They're in a better place now, and it's all because you protected them.

You loved them, just like I love you.

But I asked you how to fall in love.

I didn't ask what it feels like to be in love.

Because that's what you told me.

I need to know how to fall in love when I want to.

I need to know how to control my feelings, to feel what I want to feel.

So I can love everybody!

And also, hate anybody!

I could stop crying, stop feeling bad for being who I am.

My heart hurts and I can't make it stop hurting.

So I need to control it, right?

I need to know how to control myself, control my soul.

Grandpa, I need your help.

Can you help me stop feeling?

...

"Let's get started."

...

Did you ever thought how it would be not feeling at all?

No. And if you did, it's wrong. There's no way a person can understand how it would be not feeling at all, because feelings are part of everything. Feelings surround the whole world, surround everything. They're deep into our mind, they control our actions and, sometimes -perhaps most of the time- they're the responsibles for our life. We're defined by them. Our choices depend on how we feel about the situation. People can not stop feeling. It's impossible.

People who don't feel are no more than dead.

But still, there are a lot of people who don't want to feel. Be it because they're hurt, somehow. Be it because they hate life and they don't want to feel that hatred. Be it because you love someone who doesn't care about you. They want to stop feeling, but they can't, and that drives them crazy.

Memories are just part of the way you feel about yourself, about life, about the people around you, about everything. But, sometimes, people can't depend on their memories to know they're feelings. But they feel. Obviously. Those people.. they just need someone to talk to. They need to know who they really are, and they will only be able to do it if they listen to their own feelings.

Feelings do not depend on the memories.

It doesn't matter if you don't even remembre who you are. Your feelings will guide you through life just like you would do if you actually had those memories. However, and that's the real problem, sometimes, people who don't have their memories are insecure of what they should do. If they should really follow what their feelings say. If they should be theirselves. Because they don't know how they were before losing their memory. They're scared of themselves, because they don't even know who they were back then.

They're afraid of what might happen if they follow that path their feelings would create and created in their past. That's why some people don't do as they should -listen to their feelings- just out of fear.

But they shouldn't fear being themselves.

If they try to not follow their feelings, they're trying to be someone other then themselves, and that's impossible too. Because, just like there's no identical fingerprints, there's no identical persons.

Stop trying to be someone you're not, that's what he said. And he was right.

...

A blue haired man with grey eyes was walking peacefully down the streets of Ikebukuro, with an unlit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth. He couldn't remember how long he has been walking, but he did know where he was. That because he knew where he wanted to be.

This whole thing has been getting more screwed up than it already was, and it seemed his personal informant wouldn't give him all the information he needed. Yes, he knew he had some kind of relation with that damn demon, but he knows Aoimoku wouldn't do anything to hurt her. He used to trust him, so why?

This was so fucked up, and that wasn't all. About that stupid organisation which he had left, the AkaiTayo, was actually the one behind the killings, which should be restarting soon. And his boss was kind of the 'president' of that one organization. It was stupid, he knew. How couldn't he realize it sooner? Perhaps.. he's getting old.

He sighed deeply before smashing his still unlit cigarette in his hand and throwing it to somewhere in the middle of the road. Where was this gonna end. He was absolutely sure a lot of people would die. Most of them from the AkaiTayo. Because he knew the power of the Red Demon, he knew no one could beat her.. in a combat. He also knew something about her, which would probably cause her death. She was very sensitive. Even thought she pretended to be strong and untouchable.. she couldn't handle the truth. The truth about her self, about her Legend. She couldn't accept the fact everything which happened to her and would happen eventually was planned. It was written by her own grandfather, the First. He wrote everything.

He was what they would call a story teller. No, he was not those simple ignorant guys who would read the words on a book, or simply tell a fairy tale to their children. He was a real story teller, he wrote the stories. Unfortunately, his stories were unknown, and only a few knew about them. It's a shame, such wonderful stories are deep into people's minds, because everyone would have been able to come up with that idea, but none of them would be able to tell them correctly. Because his story wasn't finished yet.

No, he could not see the future. That's just as impossible as having a future. Because, as he knew, his stories would never be finished. He couldn't decided whether to finish the story or not, because, when he would write the final, the story couldn't end. After the final scene, there's always the rest of the story. No one would ever be able to finish a story. Even if the world colapses, there are other worlds. Life will keep evolving, no matter how many planets are destroyed, no matter how many living beings are sacrificed. Life will keep moving on, so, there's no way someone can finish a story. Not even a fantasy. It just doesn't make sense.

But there's something about him which scared him the most. Yes, he was scared of it.

How could a man, who writes stories he knew would become real, kill his own daugther?

...

"Erika, where the hell do you want to go?" Kadota asked for the fiftieth time that evening, getting even more annoyed every single time he had to ask the same question.

"Just follow me." She whishpered. Always the same answer. For the past seven hours. First she was all worked up because they were going back to Ikebukuro. It seemed she had to do something really importante there, and it was urgente. But she refused to tell them what it was.

"Erika-"

"We're here!" She said as she stopped on her track and interrupted Kadota. He immediately shut his mouth before saying anything. They were a few meters away from Kishitani Shinra's home. It was obvoius where they would have to go, but they didn't move. Erika wouldn't let them. Because of the person in front of the door.

He had blue hair and was dressed in dark jeans and a white shirt with blue squares. He looked down at the floor for a second, then back at the door. He repeated the movement a few times before opening the door with surprising ease. Maybe the door was unlocked on propose, or he unlocked it somehow, earlier. They had to wait for a few minutes to make sure he was gone, only then they would enter the building.

Once they reached the door to the appartment, some weird noises reached their ears. It looked like some people yelling. They could understand one of them was Shizuo, the other was Shinra. Then, it meant Shizuo went to Shinra's appartment. But there was another voice which could only be recognized by Erika. It was that guy -Bakuhatsu Aoimoku- as she remembered well.

They heard a laugh, which was getting louder and louder by second. Erika knew certainly it was Aoimoku the one laughing. But then, suddenly, it stopped. They thought the others were, perhaps, talking again, but this time lower, so they leaned against the door in order to hear it better. A second later, the door flew open and the atention directed at the blue haired man turned to the four friends at the door.

...

Shinra and Celty had drove Shizuo and the others to their appartment, where they could talk freely. Shinra seemed to be a lot calmer than he has been since that night, last year. But Celty knew it was fake. In fact, he was extremely frightened, but she couldn't quite figure out why. What was he afraid of? Who was he afraid of? She couldn't tell if it was Shizuo or Izaya, because the twins were just too cute to be feared by anyone. At least that was her opinion.

They were talking about something related to the meaning of death. She could hear, but she couldn't quite understand. It was too.. confusing.

"What's the meaning of life for you?" Shinra had asked the others. Shizuo was the first who answered, but the reply wasn't what the others expected it to be.

"Life is a shit." Well, perhaps some of them actually expected this answer.

"I think life is a way to experience feelings." Kururi spoke. The longest sentence she had said the whole day, really. She probably wouldn't say much more the rest of the night.

"Kuru-nee's right!" Mairu exclaimed, seeming really excited. "Life exists for the souls to know what it's like to actually have feelings. To touch, to talk, to see, to feel.. Isn't that right, Iza-nii~?!" She grabbed her brothers arm, shaking him from side to side as if to get his atention.

Shinra sighed and then looked up at the siblings and Shizuo, who was silently smoking another cigarette he stole from Shinra -who actually had bought them for the blond. Just in case. "For me, Life is love and hate at the same time. And the rest of the feelings come from those two. As a scientist, I can't really tell what Life is. But everyone can have his own way to see it, I guess." He chuckled lightly, scratching the back of his neck as he spoke again. "And you, Izaya? You agree with your sisters, ne?"

Izaya waited a little moment before answering. The truth was, yes, he did agree with his sisters. That because he was th one who taught them that way to see Life. But that didn't mean they knew everything. The only thing he could say to describe what he feels about Life is that one sentence. "'Life is a beautiful thing.'"

"Such a wonderful thing to say!" They heard a voice coming from the door. But they didn't hear it open, not a single sound at all. How could a person be inside if they didn't even hear the door open?

It was a man around his thirties, with dark blue hair and greyish eyes. He looked just like a normal guy, but, of course -and they should already know that- nothing is what it seems to be. "That's just what I expected from you, Orihara." He spoke, his voice deep and fluid. And firm. He knew what he was saying, what he was going to say, he knew what he was thinking, and he knew he was right. That was his voice. "And you, little girls?" He smiled at the twins, who just smiled back.

He seemed to be nice..

They've had a lot of problems with that sentence. They almost got kidnapped once, because they met a middle-aged man they have never seen before. And he seemed to be nice. It happens, not only in movies or stories. It happens everywhere. But they were young and they didn't know. Lucky they were, they had someone to protect them.

That's what everyone needed, right? Someone who would give everything to protect them. Someone who really loved them. Not those parents they had almost never seen. Not those grandparents who abandoned them and their brother when they were three, and he was twelve, to go live with their parents. That's rude..

They started wondering about people's lives. They started reading deeper into people's thoughts.

But they were not good enough to know people's thinking. They couldn't know who really was on the other side of that smiley mask. If it was a cruel smile, if it was a sad smile, if it was a real smile.

"Have you already heard that sentence, little girls?" They nodded and Mairu was ready to start talking, when she heard the man's voice once more. "From who?"

"Iza-nii.." Kururi was the one who spoke, hidding behind her sister as the other's look turned to her direction.

He laughed, louder. Louder. It turned into a maniac laugher which filled the whole room. The others couldn't do much but stand there, listening to his insane laugher. Until it suddenly stopped. And his glowing eyes lost their spark.

Fake..

Did you ever thought how it would be to read people's minds? Of course you did. How it would be? One option: you would be able to read everyone's minds, but you had no control over it. People can't stop thinking. At least one thing has to be in their mind, and you'll have to listen to their thinkings. About seven thousand million people in the whole world, each one with their thoughts wandering rapidly around your mind. You can either die from the pressure on your brain, or you can just die from not being able to think for yourself. Your brain won't be able to work, because it's filled with the others'. You'll die either way. But there's also the other option: if you can control when to use that ability, you won't die. But your thoughts will get confusing as you read people's thoughts and see people's memories. Your own memories will get confusing. You won't be able to tell if their yours or not. You'll lost yourself. And you won't be able to return.

To read people's minds is impossible for the human kind, you could say. But there are not only humans in this world. And there are some rare humans who have a great mental capacity, and those are either half-blooded creatures or psychics. If you're not one of them, you won't read people's minds. And obviously do other things like.. You don't need to know that now.

Just don't do something stupid for fun. Because fun is not always funny.

...

"Boss."

"Hello. Where's that guy you're always talking to?"

"Aoi-kun? I was going to tell you already."

"Then say. Hope it's something good."

"I think he figured out who the demon is, boss."

"Why do you say that?"

"He's at Kishitani Shinra's house."

"And?"

"Heiwajima Shizuo, Karisawa Erika, Kyohei Kadota, Yumasaki Walker, Togusa Saburo, Orihara Mairu, Kururi and Izaya."

"All of them are there?"

"Yes."

"Karisawa.. and Orihara! I can't believe they're together!"

"Boss-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"..."

"This is getting interesting."

"Boss."

"Do it."

"What?"

"We're gonna make them know. Haha.. Everyone! Everyone will know who is the Red Demon!"

"Now? And how are we going to do it?"

"The monster of Ikebukuro, the man with super-human strenght. And the great information broker of Tokyo. His worst enemy and the one he hates the most."

"I understand.."

"Yes."

"We just have to infuriate Heiwajima."

"Correct."

"Then-"

"LET'S KILL!"

...

Swords and guns can be heard as the warriors prepare themselves for war. Thousands and thousands of members of the organization which is called the AkaiTayo. They're spread around Tokyo as they wait for the others to arrive. A few days later, the city would be full of them, but now, they only needed a few.

Tem out of eleven, to be precise. The best of them all, of course. Even though the Demon is weak, anyone else would die immediately, if that person was to confront the demon. This group is called the Eleven Sights, in which the demon is a member herself.

The Eleven Sights are the group of the top eleven, best assassins in the whole world. They were born to kill, perfect mistakes of the Creation, they were chosen by the leader family, which is the family of the First.

You see, everything is interconnected: the First is the one who was chosen by the world to be the first demon ever. His family would consist in the demon, and his blood would not leave the family. Brothers would marry sisters and have their children, which would marry each other as well and have their children too. The First is dead. His sons and daughter too.

There's only one demon in every generation. The Daiichi (First). The Kaiga (Painting). The Satsujinsha (Killer). Weird names, these are, but that was what people used to call them. The First is called like that because you know why. The Kaiga has this name because of the way he killed people. As the rumors say, the Kaiga used to kill his victims by, first, tying their legs together and nail the person to the wall, with its arms stretched forming a cross. Then he would cut its wrists three times each, in order to make clear the number of his family, and let the blood fall down the wall. Then he would cut the torso open and, finally, stab the person's neck from behind, trying not to let the blade reach the other said, so the blood would spill over the wall. The person's body would press itself on the blood spilled over the wall and leave its mark on it, creating a picture of a body in the shape of a cross.

And the last demon. The Red Demon. Its known as the Satsujinsha just because of that. Untill more than ten years before, twelve perhaps, she would kill silently and leave a note which would be saying "deceased". She proved to be the most dangerous person on Earth when she killed two hundred people in less than a day. Of course all of those people belonged to the same small village in which she lived, but two hundred people in less than a day for a twelve year old? This is wrong.

But her past must not be revealed now. Just for you to know: the name of the village was once known as PearlCrown. Now, it's no more than a dserted place with no one living in the old houses, with no one to take care of the plants, which are all dead, with no one to actually see what did that wonderful village turn into.

Horror.

Death.

Void.

Nothing..

Those words seem to fly with the wind from that place, reaching every other places on the country and beyond. No one could tell where they came from, but they heard them. Those words are true.

Get ready. Because they are already prepared to go. They will complete what they started, twelve years ago. THey will not only destroy the whole country, just as they did with the village. They started there, they'll keep going, and once Japan is down as well, they will destroy the rest of the world.

Pay atention to this. It's true. They will keep going unless all of them are destroyed. And they're about 0,01 per cent of the whole world's population. Seven hundred thousand warriors, seven hundred thousand vampires and one only person to kill them?

Shut up.

...

"He-Hey..?" The uncomfortable and almost unbearable silence which was filling the apartment was interrupted by the arrival of four friends, which were, as you already know, Kadota, Erika, Walker and Saburo. Everyone was wide-eyed, except only a few of them. Aoimoku and Izaya exchanged glances, not really caring about what just happened. Erika soon joined, but the silence was too much, they couldn't bear it any longer, so someone just needed to talk. And that person was Mairu.

"Hello~!" She then launched herself in front of the four, smiling widely. "What are you all doing here?"

Saburo and Kadota left Erika to answer that question, since she was the one who had the brilliant idea to go there, and went to the big couch just to stand there, waiting. Walker decided to stay beside his friend, analysing the man with the blue hair. He kinda looks like Nezumi, from No.6, he thought. But he has no elastic hair. "We came here to talk with you." She smiled.

"Me?" Mairu put her right hand on her chest to point at herself, looking at the woman with an innocent look stamped on her face. "Why?"

"Not just you. Your twin and your brother too!" She smiled wider, but her smile was so fake even Shizuo could see it. And he got worried because of that. Erika used to smile a lot. Truthfully. Not that creepy smile she had on her face. It was not only creepy, but something else he couldn't really identify.

"Karisawa Erika." She heard the blue haired man say in the lowest tone of voice.

"Bakuhatsu Aoimoku." She said, trying to speak in the same tone as the other.

"You remembre my name."

"Wish I didn't." She said, still smiling as if nothing was even happening. THe other stood quiet, knowing it was the best for them all to just let the woman do whatever she wanted and then leave. Probably.

And she did. She noticed the other wasn't talking so she took the opportunity to go straight to Kururi's side, who was sitting on the floor, in the opposite side of the couch where Shizuo and Izaya were sitting on. Mairu soon followed to sit right next to her sister. Shinra, who has been standing for a long time, decided it would be a great idea to sit down as well. Walker, on the other hand, decided to go to Kadota's side and see what was going to happen.

Aoimoku sat down between Shinra and Shizuo, right in the end of the table, and changed looks with everyone in the room before opening his mouth to speak.

But Shizuo was faster this time. "'Life is a wonderful thing?'" They all looked at Shizuo, who seemed to be deep in thought. Izaya, the one who said that one sentence, was just a little shocked. Not enough to say he was really shocked, actually. But he said that sentence like.. fifteen, twenty minutes before? And it's now that he asks what he meant?

"Yes, Shizu-chan, life is a wonderful thing. At least for me!" He smirked, trying to sound like he always did. He was acutally going to keep talking, but got interrupted by the man in the squared shirt.

"I don't think it is, Orihara."

"Really?" He chuckled slightly, finally turning off his cellphone and putting it into his pocket. "Bakuhatsu Aoimoku. Twenty eight years old. Born in Fukushima. Family, deceased. Official job, none. The eleventh best killer in the whole world. Number eleven of the Eleven Sights. Boss, known as Tobidashi Naifu."

"That must be the basic information?" He asked, smirking at the informant, who just smirked back as he kept going.

"That's my job, Aoi-kun."

"I'm older than you, Iza-chan."

"I don't like you."

"I would love to say I don't like you either, but that would be a lie. And I don't like to lie to people I actually care about." Izaya was taken aback by that answer, and he didn't have anything prepared for this. Could it be, another human who doesn't correspond to his predictions.

That was new.

"Karisawa Erika. Everyone actually. I have a question for you all." The man said, straightening his back as he took a glance or two at the raven who was sitting on the couch. "Do you know-!" Another glance. "-who is-!" And another one, this time at Erika. "-the Red Demon?"

...

"Boss."

"Yes?"

"Everything is ready."

"Oh, really? And what do you think you're doing here, telling me what I already know?"

"I just came here to tell you more about Aoimoku."

"What happened?"

"He's not with us."

"What do you mean? Is he protecting the Demon?"

"That's not it, but yes."

"What is it, then?"

"You know, boss. He fell in love with the Demon."

"Yes, I know that."

"But that's not the problem here. It doesn't have to do with the Demon."

"Say."

"He's protecting the Karisawa."

"Tch! Don't worry. She won't harm us at all. But it'll change a little my plans.."

"That's not everything."

"Then?"

"He's protecting the Oriharas too."

"WHAT?!"

"..."

"Shit!"

"...Boss-?"

"Shut it."

"..What do we do?"

"We kill him."

"But-!"

"We'll kill him! And everyone who decides to protect those people! We'll kill them all!"

"Boss-"

"Then plan!"

"..."

"Did you call the other members of the Eleven Sights?"

"Yes, boss."

"Where are they."

"Coming."

"Ready?"

"To kill, boss."

"Good.."

"..."

"Kill them all."

...

'Red eyes looking up at the dark sky, remembering the silver light that once filled the whole night..'

'Red eyes glowing like two crimson jewels, staring deep into your soul as they read the true about your lie..'

'Those red eyes will be watching you, to keep you safe, to keep you alive..'

'Those red eyes will be there to love you, protect you from yourself, protect you from your lie.'

Those red eyes, they are watching you, they'll keep you safe, they'll keep you alive..

Those red eyes, they're right there to love you, protect you from yourself, protect you from your lie.


I'm so sorry for this lame chapter and for taking so fucking long to update! School got in the way! I'm sorry! And the tests will restart in a few days, so I won't be able to update for a long while again. I'm so sorry! I even made a longer chapter to apologize to you guys! (人)

And about the violent scene, I just couldn't do it now! Sorry! But if it doesn't appear in the next chapter, it happens on the one after that, certainly! Now, I'll apologize to you again because of the crappy chapter and the late update..

So! Thank you so much for reading, please comment because I really need to know what do you think about this story! Rate and review! BYE!