Oh, how she looked so, devastatingly beautiful.

There she lay, her hair pooled around her head, strands thickly clumped together, smothered in red. Her body, the canvas, was delicately lathered in this, thicker than normal, paint.

He couldn't restrain himself. He leapt forward at a speed unknown to man, and dragged his lithe fingers across this, perfect, canvas.

Slowly raising his hand towards his mouth, he paused, contemplating his decision as he felt the liquid drip down his hand before it disappeared beneath his sleeve.

Was he supposed to cry? Act distraught? Become hollow, empty? Or did he jump for joy? Relish in his accomplishment? Feel ecstatic at this rare opportunity?

He didn't know what to feel. On one hand, he loved her, but on the other, he wanted to rip her apart, piece by piece until there was nothing left.


His steps came to a sudden halt, his shoulders visibly tensing at the mocking tone in which this 'stranger' spoke.

He didn't dare turn around, that monster didn't deserve such a thing. He turned his head and stared at him through the corner of his left eye.

"What do you want?" He hissed, his grip unconsciously tightening around the sleeping figure occupying his arms. The stranger noticing this, smirked in reply before dramatically pointing to himself.

"What, Moi~?" He gasped, spinning on his heels he twirled once and then came to a halt and knelt on his knees.

"I was just following this, alluring fragrance was~" he mocked slamming his palm against his chest, as if hurt by the mans harsh implementation.

"Tch." He said snapping his head back to blankly look ahead. "Leave, Tsukiyama. Go and crawl back to whatever hole you came from. Scum." He seethed set on leaving.

'Tsukiyama' tensed in anger, his eyes flashing dangerously, almost like a predator would before leaping on its prey. Hiding his twisted self safe behind his twisted smile, he lent over the mans-he knew fully well whi this 'man' was- shoulder and looked at what he was trying so hard to prevent him from seeing.

"Hmm? This is what you've been hiding?" He mocked. He had to admit, she was a stunning creature however bloodied and battered she was, no matter how ripped and torn her clothing was, somehow she managed to look disgustingly pleasant.

'I'm definitely getting out of shape' he grumbled as he leapt away from this being who had the audacity to be so close to him. Expecting a clean get away, he was appalled at the fact that he followed him, emphasis on follow. He appeared right before him, his face inhaling the item in his arms.

He reached his right arm out to touch her bloodied form.

He froze. The same scent hitting him full force.

'It was her?' He thought. What little sanity he had, left him immediately as his instincts tore through his very being, demanding to be in control.

He knew this would happen, he knew someone would find her, but him? Why did it have to be, him?

Swiftly turning to the left, he narrowly avoided the attack, his own Kagune coming out to play. He needed to leave, now.

"I do not have the ti-!"

It all seemed to happen in slow motion.

Almost automatically, he tightened his grip on her, held her closer towards his chest and prepared to evade this second attack.

-A silky ribbon wrapped itself around his arm, the end, sharp and lethal, contradicting its image description. His first attack was sloppy, uncoordinated. His next attack, however, was perfectly executed. So how the hell did this man, manage to evade it like it was nothing?-

He felt pressure on his arm, specifically, his Kagune. How dare this man step on his precious beloved?! How dare he use it as a platform?

He leapt upwards, his feet landed gently onto his outstretched arm and he ran across its surface before lifting off of the mans shoulders in a somersault.

He could only watch on in rage as the man came out from the flip behind him and proceeded to walk away as he wasn't worthy of his time.

His instincts fell asleep as his kagune slithered back into his body. He decided to give up on his pursuit, for now.

His fists clenched tightly, almost to the point of breaking skin as he furiously flared at the spot in which the man once stood.

Smoothing his hair back and straightening his tie, he set on leaving this dump and go and attend his daily source of entertainment.

Where it came from, he didn't know.

It fluttered onto his outstretched palm wrinkling slightly as he wrapped his fingers around it.

"Oh?" He smiled, recalling where he'd seen this piece of material from.

He carefully lifted the ripped material towards his awaiting nose, the said material scrunched up horribly between his palm.

He breathed in its heavenly scent through his knuckles. He shivered pleasurably, eyes closing in the process as to hide the sadistic glint hidden behind the lids.

He almost tore the material in half as he unwrapped it with both of his hands and smothered his nose in it, not caring if he died from suffocation.

"OH~!TRÈS BIEN! MI AMORE~!"


The first time her saw her, he thought she was just another beautiful human. The first time be smelt her however, he thought she was a rare and exquisite being.