~*~Purely Sadistic~*~

^Chapter Eight^

"That Noah stole Lavi!" Lenalee shrieked. To the other two boys, it was kind of obvious that their red-headed friend had practically been scooped up before anyone could really register what was happening. "What are we going to do?!" wailed Lenalee. "I don't know what we're going to do; the damn crowd is too dense to follow them, so shut up, you're giving me a headache," snapped Kanda. Tears fell down her face and Allen said, "Geez, Kanda, you didn't have to make her cry," as he went to comfort the girl.


It was ironic how Lavi had just lain with the man that wanted him dead… In fact he had to stifle a laugh at the fact that he should be running right around now. Tyki mumbled in his sleep and Lavi nearly made a girlish yelp in fright. 'Fuck, I need to get out of here…' Lavi thought, sweeping away his messy red hair from his face. He swept his legs out of the warm bed, feeling ever so slightly guilty at leaving, and stumbled toward the pile his clothes and Tyki's were currently resting. In the curtained darkness, he fumbled for his shirt and threw it on, not even bothering with the buttons. He put on his jacket, under garments, and pants in the same fashion. After Lavi pulled on his boots and hammer strap (with the hammer still intact and in its rightful place in the holster) he left the small house as quick as he could, not even bothering to give the Noah still resting in the bed any sort of good bye.

The evening streets of Rome were slightly packed and the whole scene shown with an ethereal glow cast by the night lamps. Lavi didn't have any time to admire it though, as the full reality that he practically whored himself to his enemy, sunk in. It penetrated through his heart and straight to his conscious like a bullet. "Shit," Lavi mumbled to himself, face palming himself (he got several awkward stares doing that in the middle of the street, no doubt). He felt filthier than before. 'Geez, Lavi, does NOAH say anything to you?' his mind told him, after smacking himself (albeit roughly) mentally just to feel better about himself. A child pointed in his direction and Lavi was sure he said: "Mum, look at that funny person over there!". He felt stupid but he couldn't help remembering that about an hour or so ago, he had been feeling complete. But now it was lost among the tide of Lavi's thoughts; he had decided to recite times tables to keep his mind busy, starting with two-hundred-thirty-one.


Tyki was shivering; his back felt ice cold and he turned away from the wall. He didn't exactly want to open his eyes, but he couldn't stifle a smile at the thought of the red head next to him. Wait… Tyki wrenched his eyes open to find a crumpled imprint upon the empty sheets, cold as ice. He looked wildly around, trying desperately to find Lavi without leaving the bed. He saw that Lavi's clothes were missing as well, and the door stood ajar. He seemed to have left in a hurry, thought Tyki gloomily. He knew why he had left in such a hurry, after all, if you found yourself naked next to a mortal enemy, wouldn't you find it strange? Unless he loved you, a snide voice in the Noah's head pointed out. "Shut up," he grumbled to himself.

He lay there, in his satin covered bed. His thoughts kept racing between feelings of betrayal to that of deepest sadness. After all, it wasn't like he was some sort of Noah of good luck or whatever. And anyways, what did he need some stupid exorcist for? Weren't people merely playthings? He normally lay with a person once, male or female, and disposed of them like used tissues. And really, how dare someone ditch him before he could get rid of them first?? The more Tyki thought about it, the more it started to make sense. And the longer he sat brooding over it, the more he wanted to feel Lavi's blood seeping through his fingers.

Tyki shivered sadistically, and set about getting dressed in his best clothes, the ones he killed in.


Ug, sorry this took so long! School, life, and writers block caught up with me! Thank you for the reviews and my friends support!!