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What would you do if I told you I hate you?

- "Dead Bite", Hollywood Undead -

Time flew by when I was with him. Hours turned to days, days to weeks and I still hadn't left his side once. Fuck it, I didn't care anymore; I couldn't bear to leave his side and even if I did, it would be only for a few hours. Longer would have me writhing from withdrawal symptoms. In the beginning, I thought of it as the most mortifying situation in my entire life. Someone like me, someone so superior and deadly, unable to live without a meek human being, a being I killed on a daily basis. But Kurosaki didn't say anything snarky about it, he didn't try to make fun of my need to be around him. He understood how my instincts worked and he didn't care enough to question them. Him being an insensitive dick somehow alleviated my initial mortification so, after a while, I didn't really give a shit. I was attached to him and that was final, so I sucked it up like a man and faced the music.

I was so utterly obsessed with him. No, not only his blood. Slowly, within a two weeks time, I realized that I was obsessed with him in general; what he did, how he moved his hands, how his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, how his chest moved when he breathed air in and out, how many times his heart beat in a day... I existed to watch him exist. My whole world revolved around him and everything that he did. Nothing else mattered but him. I was out of sync with everything else but him. Pathetic? No, definitely not. See, I wasn't in love with him or anything similarly stupid. That would be pathetic. What I felt was different, much stronger, darker and nastier than love; it was an unhealthy obsession. An unhealthy obsession that I couldn't live without. An unealthy obsession that I hated with unhealthy passion.

It was around midnight and we were together again, sitting on a sill in front of a convenience store and staring at drunk people come and go. AB Negative was drinking alcohol too and his blood had started to stink, irking my sensitive nose to no end. But I tried to ignore it, searching for my next victim or two amongst all these unlucky human beings. I was so hungry that night. Nah, scratch that, I was always hungry when I was around AB Negative. But I believe we've established that already, I don't like repeating myself. Thing was that I couldn't drink out of him on a daily basis because there is so much blood a human can lose and stay alive, without a blood transfusion deemed necessary. Kurosaki's blood was absolutely rare and all the other blood types were incompatible, so I didn't want to jinx anything. So, I had to wait until his body compensated for the blood loss. It was excruciating but I had learnt to control myself. I had to. Because he was too precious to me, more precious than everything else I ever owned and losing him would be another reason I would lose my sanity. Or whatever was left of it.

At some point, I felt a nudge on my arm and I craned my head to spot where it came from. I found myself staring in brown eyes, a pair of eyes that I hated wholeheartedly because they looked down on me and everybody else. AB Negative was passing his beer to me. "Want some?"

My nose wrinkled in disgust and I broke our eye contact, turning my attention to the passing humans. "No, I hate alcohol," I almost hissed.

"Hooh?"

I could hear interest in his voice, so I glanced at him again. The tip of his tongue was teasing the rim of the bottle while staring at me with narrow eyes, taunting me. God, I wanted to break his face, yank these stupid eyes out and stomp on them until nothing was left of them. Then spit on the remnants. But I didn't do any of these, I didn't even move, save from a deep breath to calm down the raging fire inside of me.

"Mind yer business," I bit out but no luck; he seemed pretty willing to annoy me.

"Aw, our scary lil' demon can't hold his liquor?"

"Fuck off."

He inched closer to me and kissed my jaw tenderly, but I knew better than to think of it as affection. I saw red; he was mocking me again.

"Mah, s'not polite," he cooed, wrapping his arm around my bicep while I tried to shake him off. He chuckled lowly in my ear, his ticklish breath giving me unwanted goosebumps and I could hear from his thoughts how much he was enjoying riling me up.

God, I hate this guy so much.

"Let go asshole!", I barked, harshly shoving him away from me. Kurosaki laughed and swayed a little before re-obtaining his balance, yet the teasing smirk on his face never left. It had only gotten bigger.

"C'mon, I'm bored and you just spouted somethin' interesting," he sighed, "Now I wanna know." When I gave him sideways glare, he snickered. "I won't laugh, I promise."

I rolled my eyes. I wasn't apprehensive that he would laugh at the reason for my hatred towards alcohol. My real reason. I knew he wouldn't. Or rather, I didn't care if he laughed. My problem was that I didn't want him to know stuff like that about me. You know, personal stuff. I could always lie but if I did, he would tease me about it and I wasn't sure how much of his annoying teasing I could take in a day, without doing anything impulsive and with irreversible concequences.

Whatever, to hell with it. "The guy who was supposed to be my father was an alcoholic and my childhood was shittier than it normally would have been because of him," I stated blankly, glaring at the ground, "So, yeah, I hate alcohol."

Kurosaki fell in a thoughtful silence as soon as I finished my sentence, his thoughts quieting down progressively until they were a mere murmur. Even though he was an exasperating asshole, AB Negative always was aware when the situation could handle a joke and when it couldn't. That evaded me. It shocked me. Because it showed that he had some sort of...consideration coursing through him, for lack of a better word.

"Was he abusive?" His voice was gentle, almost comforting, and I had to glance at him suspiciously. He wasn't looking at me, his face serene, his thoughts a muddled up mess of soft whispers. I gaped at him for a few seconds, confused beyond belief, but then I remembered that he had asked me something. Something about my "father". I felt sourness fill my mouth, my skin prickling from the memories that suddenly flashed in front of me. Childhood memories, images of a small child under the weight of a bigger man, a woman's screams and pain... So much pain.

"He was a monster," I hissed and huffed out a curt breath. Yeah, that word summed everything up completely.

While I was trying to calm myself down, I heard a soft chuckle. I looked up again and met his eyes, the lame brown shining in mischief. "I guess it goes from father to son, huh?"

It took me a few seconds to react. I snapped. I snapped like a whip. How dare he. How dare someone like him, who knew absolutely nothing, tell me something like this? I shoved him on the concrete and straddled him, my hand going straight for his throat and squeezing tight in my rage. I heard a glass crack and shatter. His beer, perhaps. I heard gasps, murmurs, scared thoughts from the witnesses but I couldn't give less shits about them either. I was seething. I could feel every cell of my body throb in fury and hatred for that asshole, myself and my dead father.

"I am nothing like him," I growled ominously, my face as close as it could go to his, glaring daggers in those mocking brown eyes. No, I wouldn't acccept that. Absolutely not. My father was always a taboo for me, a dark part of my life that I didn't want to remember. I was nothing like him. Nothing. He was filth, a bug everybody had to step on because of how disgusting he was, while I was... I was...

Kurosaki's hands had clasped around my wrist as he fruitlessly tried to tug my constricting vice, he gasped for air like the pathetic human being he was but what infuriated me more, was the smug grin he had on his face.

"That sounds kinda hypocritical when it comes from you, don't ya think?", he whispered breathlessly and I clenched my hand around his neck further, to shut him up.

"I'll kill you," I threatened but it wasn't enough for him to stop. In fact, he had the audacity to smirk more.

"Kill me if you want," he choked, "But killin' me won't change the fact that yer a monster, just like your father."

My rage slowly vaporized as soon as his words sunk in my anger-driven brain. Suddenly, I was too cold. Suddenly, I was too empty. Suddenly I was...sullied. Dirtied. My skin started tingling and I didn't know why, yet, the sensation was new and certainly unwelcome. All I wanted was to rip myself apart, to get my skin off of my body so it would stop irking me like that.

I stared down at him in shock, my fingers around his neck finally loosening up. He coughed and wheezed, curling to the side while I stood up and took a couple of steps away from him. I rubbed my face with both hands and sighed deeply, trying really hard to believe what Kurosaki had just revealed to me. I am a monster, just like my father. My head was buzzing, my pride couldn't accept it yet. But on the other hand, it made sense; I killed people, just like my father had killed my mother. Hell, I was the one who killed my father to begin with.

How can you kill a monster without becoming one?

You can't.

He was right. Kurosaki was right; of course he was right. I was the one who had been hiding and denying the truth like a little bitch. I was the same fuck my father was. I was the horrendous, revolting bug people should step on and get rid of. I was what I hated in my father. I shuddered violently as a new wave of hatred suddenly filled me. Hatred for myself and only. Me. Me, me, me.

Only me.

AB Negative wobbled on his feet and grasped my shoulder. Our eyes locked and all I could see was an almost sympathetic smile on his face. "We're all drenched in sin, all of us," he murmured, his voice soft but hoarse, "But those who make a beast out of themselves, they get rid of the pain of being human. They stop living in the fear of punishment from God or whatever exists up there. They are free."

I took a deep breath and looked away, trying not to snap his hand on my shoulder into pieces. I didn't speak. I couldn't speak. I was so tired. Tired of everything.

"That's what me, you and yer father have in common and that's inevitable," he continued, "Ya don't hafta change how ya feel about him. Him being a monster doesn't define who you are. Keep hating him. It'll only make ya stronger. Because for monsters like us, hatred is the source of our power."

"But if I waste my energy on hating him," I finally spoke, my voice breaking because of how overwhelmed I was, "...How will I be able to hate myself?"

AB Negative stopped talking and I counted the breaths he took. One... Two... Three... His humming thoughts mingled with the noise the few people around us made, almost like a lullaby that tried to hypnotize me. I didn't get in his head. I wanted to hear him answer my questions and cleanse my impurities. He wasn't my salvation for nothing.

"I'll be the one to hate you as much as you need." His voice was silky and tender. It reminded me of my mother's caress.

I finally looked at him, taking in his features. It was the first time I actually spent some time to observe his face; his face was really symmetric, strands of his ridiculously orange hair falling over his forehead and slightly covering his almond-shaped, brown eyes, his lips full and a little pale, his cheekbones and jaw sharp and edgy.

Kurosaki was really handsome.

But that didn't matter.

I smiled at his words because they somehow comforted me, no matter how weird that sounds. It sounded like a promise; like he promised to stay, no matter what. "Thanks," I said genuinely, "I think I'll need that."

He chuckled. "I know. Because I need you to do the same for me." His eyes were glowing, intense and serious; as if he was declaring an oath. Then he sighed deeply. "Because if I'm alone, I cannot hate myself enough."

That was... That was the most truthful thing I had ever heard in my life.

I didn't answer to that. I didn't know what to say. I mean, he said it all already. However, I felt a wave of relief fall on me like a hot shower. Finally, I wasn't alone. Yes, I already had Shinji but Shinji didn't hate me and I couldn't hate him either. I needed that viscious burning in my chest; despise. It would bring me to life. I needed to hate and be hated as much as I hated myself. As much as I hated my father.

Kurosaki was just the right person for that.

It was really rare for the atmosphere to turn so heavy between us, but it wasn't totally unpleasant. In order to bring us back to reality though, I brought my face closer to his and took a deep breath, drowning myself in his wicked scent. Ah, could a scent wash away my sins? If the answer was yes, Kurosaki's scent was the answer to that. Hungry and horny, I went for his neck, watching the blood flow through his carotid, all hot and tasty and I shuddered in need, the craving becoming strikingly overwhelming. I suppressed my instincts, I didn't let my fangs to grow; I only let my tongue travel on his tanned skin, gently nipping over his pulse point and laughing at the sharp stings all over my deprived body. I wanted him so much it physically hurt. But I wouldn't want to live without that pain, not anymore. Heh, I was such a masochist sometimes, there was no other explanation. Because I enjoyed torturing myself with his scent more that I thought possible in the beginning.

"You're mine," I whispered, my possessive side taking over as I saw his skin slowly bruising from before, the print of my fingers adorning the long, slim column, "Only mine to harm, hurt and hate."

"That's right," he breathed in my ear, "So you better be worth my while."

I smirked and kissed his neck again before I finally pulled away to look at him. "How about I hunt and let you watch? I bet that'll be worth yer while."

Kurosaki's brown eyes lightened up in interest and so did his thoughts. I chuckled. We were talking about me killing and eating a bunch of people and he looked like a fat kid in a candy store. As a matter of fact, his thoughts were nearly begging me to let him watch. It made my ego swell, even though it wasn't really surprising; ever since that time he had watched me devour one of his old subordinates, he had been too eager to relive such experience. It gave him pleasant chills. At least that was what his thoughts murmured.

He was bat-shit insane. But at least he accepted and admired the side of me everybody else was afraid of.

"Hell yeah, let's go!", he cheered but then he gave me a baffled look, one of his orange eyebrows buried into his hairline. "Wait, you can read my head?"

It dawned on me that I had never told him about my...charisma. "Uh, yes. I can read everybody's heads actually."

"Holy shit," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "That's fuckin' convenient."

I snorted. For once, his reaction was predictable. I preferred it when he wasn't predictable though. "If you don't go crazy from all the random voices popping up and muttering various things in your head then, yes, it is pretty convenient."

"Aw c'mon, how hard can it be?"

We put a small distance between our bodies and we began walking towards wherever AB Negative wanted. "At first you gotta distinguish between the thought and the actual speech. Then you just get used to it."

"And ya use it when ya hunt?"

"Yeah... But not because I wanna know more about my victims; more like, I try to find people who nobody will miss if they die."

He smirked saucily and nudged me with his shoulder. "Sensitive, aren't we?"

I punched his arm with no heat. "No, idiot. I just try to attract less attention. If I killed whoever I wanted, I would be tracked down by nosy-ass imbeciles." I sighed heavily. "Too troublesome."

"Hmm," he hummed and looked down at the ground, "Tough way to live."

I followed his initiative and I chuckled dryly. "A good way not to die, though."

"True."

These were the last words we exchanged for a while. But silence between us was not uncommon, let alone uncomfortable. It was better that way to be honest, because I could use some time not fuming in rage and thinking about killing him. Well, it wasn't totally quiet because AB Negative found it really funny to annoy me using his thoughts. Testing, testing, one, two, can you hear me?, was one of the genius ideas he came up with to irritate me. I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes at his surprisingly childish behavior, puffing the smoke of my cigarette through my mouth and nose. "Yeah I can hear you idiot, cut it out."

Fuck, there ain't no privacy around you huh?, he thought and chuckled, taking a sip of the other beer he had bought, How much stuff you know about me?

"Don't, flatter yerself," I retorted and scratched the back of my neck, cracking it nonchalantly, "S'not that I look in yer brain all day long. Besides, after a while, I mute all the voices out."

He glanced at me and pursed his lips together, then he shrugged. Still, yer not answerin' my question.

"I know your blood type, blood pressure, oxygen saturation, heart rate, where you come from-"

"That all?", he cut me off with words, his eyes were narrow and suspicious, glaring daggers at me all of a sudden. The hostility of both his body language and his thoughts was like a whip to my face. What the hell had gotten into him?

Then I remembered; I only got swatted away like that whenever I approached that dark place in his brain where I didn't have access to. "Hey, quit that," I flinched and touched my throbbing temples, "I'm not going any further, you don't hafta be so aggressive."

AB Negative's ferocious attack slowly ceased and his shoulders relaxed, yet the angry glare he fixed me with didn't stop. "Ya better not stick yer nose where it don't belong, aight?"

I rolled my eyes again. Even if I wanted to dig in more, you push me out, I thought but kept it to myself. He didn't have to know that. "Again; don't flatter yerself. I have better things ta do."

He kept throwing me a few suspicious looks which I ignored - for a few more moments, but in the end he just shrugged and sighed. Either way, he mentally huffed, Let's get find your dinner.

Thankfully, the rest of the night wasn't as eventful as the beginning. AB Negative's bipolar tendencies calmed the fuck down after a while and my headache stopped, but it wasn't long before it came back. He dragged in another one of the clubs he visited often. Flashing, blinding lights, the heavy stench of human flesh stuffed with all kinds of drugs, sweat and alcohol, the music blasting from the big-ass speakers, all of the things that made me uneasy assaulted me all at once.

I tailed Kurosaki to the bar, trying to touch the spasming, sweaty bodies around me as little as I could but I wasn't all that lucky. As a matter of fact, one random girl fell on me, her fingers clenching around my tee, soiling it with her filthy body odor. "Sowwy," she slurred absently and stumbled into the sea of people.

My nose wrinkled in disgust and I tried to stop the unpleasant prickling of my skin for the umpteen time that night. Ugh God, I hate this place.

I hate people.

With all that negativity going on, it was rather easy to get into hunt mode. I let my mind wander inside everybody's sluggish brain, flickering through memories, inner monologues, thoughts of sex, drugs, love and every other perverse the human nature could come up with. My attention span wasn't longer than five seconds, so I was practically jumping from head to head, totally uninterested. But then, I stumbled upon something interesting. A woman. A blond woman. Blood type A negative. She was clean, relatively healthy, parents dead from early age. I bit my lower lip and narrowed my eyes. She was the perfect victim. She had it all. And one more thing; remember how much I love blonds?

As I scanned a little further, the edges of my mouth turned down in disappointment. She was with another woman, her best friend. Blood type O negative, alcohol circulating in her system. Easy target. I grinned again. How about I kill both of them?

So ya found someone, Kurosaki's thoughts interrupted my search. It wasn't a question. Of course it wasn't; the cocky bastard knew exactly how to read me, even though I was the one with the mind-reading abilities. I glanced at him with a smirk and I nodded. He smirked back. So ya want me ta do somethin'?

"They are two women; one blond with short hair, one brunette with pigtails. They stand next to each other, one drinks whiskey, the other martini," I inched closer and whispered in his ear, "Bring them to me. I'll be waiting outside."

Gimme a couple of minutes, he assured me and we locked gazes momentarily before he disappeared in the crowd. I shook my head and chuckled in amusement. I couldn't believe it. I was actually letting another human being see me in action. And Kurosaki was more than just eager to see me play with these two girls and take away their lives.

Insane, I thought to myself as I walked out, taking a deep breath to clean my lungs, He is so fucking insane.

I loved it.

Just like he had promised, a few minutes later Kurosaki was walking out of the club, my victims trailing behind him, chattering and giggling. One of the two, the blond one with the boyish haircut, was rather apprehensive and tense about "going out with a stranger" while the other, the skinny raven-haired woman with the rather revealing outfit and the stupid pigtails, was totally looking forward to it. I chuckled to myself and threw the butt of my cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, straightening up and locking eyes with AB Negative. Ah, time for some thrill.

"That yer friend?", the brunette, the O negative girl, quirked one eyebrow, eyeing me in appreciation, "So it's true that handsome men travel in packs huh..."

"Loly..!", gasped the blond, the A negative woman, slapping the other's arm.

O negative laughed in her annoyingly pitchy voice. "Aw Menoly, prudishness never got me what I wanted." She left her friend's side and slowly walked up to me, her eyes shining in lust, her thoughts full of me. She poked my chest with her delicate, breakable finger and I had to force my gag reflex to take a chill pill. "Did you fall from heaven, stud?", she shamelessly drawled. I smirked at her, listening to her heart rate increase and smelling the fear coursing through her system. But just like all the others, she ignored her insticts which told her to run away.

Turns out that very few human beings listen to their instincts nowdays.

"Nah, that's way too predictable," I retorted saucily, "Me, I crawled my way out of Hell a few years ago."

My words caught her off guard but she didn't show it. "I guess Hell's a better place," she chuckled.

You have no idea, I thought in amusement and gently caressed the front of her throat, feeling her thudding pulse. Her skin was soft, almost silky. Hmm, I can't wait to sink my teeth in that gorgeous skin.

"Shouldn't we... Get somewhere else more private?", Kurosaki's sultry voice interrupted the intense moment with my next victim. Both of us glanced at him but it was only me who grinned broadely. There was that excited, feral glint in his brown eyes, a glint I rarely saw and every time I saw it, I got hard. My blood started boiling.

"I think we should get back inside," A negative tried with a nervous smile but AB Negative wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek tenderly.

"Don't be afraid sweetheart. I promise we'll have fun," he murmured sexily and the blond blushed profusely. She stuttered something unintelligible but I paid no attention to them and their flirting. I had already started walking towards a more isolated location. In a place where their screams wouldn't be heard.

I checked all the neighboring areas, noting no presence in the desolated buildings with relief. See, I was rather impatient to get under their skin...quite literally. So I guided them between two tall, empty buildings, deep inside the darkness where I naturally belonged before I abruptly halted on my tracks. I heard them stop. I could feel their hesitation, smell their fear but at the same time, Kurosaki smoothly soothed their fears. He knew. He knew what was coming. Of course he knew. His blood was heating up, his skin prickling.

Just like mine.

There was one lamp above us, the light dim and flickering, unsure, like a candle. Like human life; just an almost gentle blow and then...darkness. Nothingness.

"You guys are kinda shady, ain't ya?", O negative pointed out, her tone snarky and too cocky for her own good. Cocky women irritated me. I turned around and exchanged a meaningful glance with AB Negative.

It's time?, he questioned me and an excited grin formed on his face when I nodded. In fact, he took a step to the side, leaning on the nearest wall nonchalantly while I focused my eyes on the brunet on front of me.

"Yeah, we're pretty shady," I assured her, "But you still came with us." I laughed. "I never understood why humans pick danger over their survival instincts. But I ain't gonna complain. It makes everything easier."

The blond's blood froze and my eyes momentarily darted at her, noticing how her fingers curled around her friend's arm but the cheeky brunette shrugged her off and with a flirty grin, she walked up to me, her hands on my chest, exploring without my permission.

"You talk as if yer some sort of an animal," she chuckled.

"Ha. Animal. That's an understatement, sweetie."

O negative bit her lower lip, intrigued. "Mmm, I like the way that sounds," she breathed, needy, wrapping both her arms around my bicep, "So when do we start?"

My body started shuddering from the sharp jolt of hatred that viciously attacked my entire being. Rage, disgust, indignation soon joined them. How dare she touch me so freely?

Get. Her. Off.

With a swift twist of my arm, I slammed her against the brick wall, efficiently shaking her off of me. She grunted a pained whine, but that was only expected considering the force her back connected with the hard surface. I heard the joints of her spine crack, but nothing broke. I heard the sweet, dull sound of her skull as it banged against the concrete, satisfied by the fact that it didn't break.

Save it for later.

"Don't you fuckin' touch me, human," I hissed sourly at her as she slumped down to the ground, barely conscious. My mood brightened up a little though when I saw a trail of blood on the wall, the smell of it heavy and satisfactory. My mouth salivated, my vision reddened, my fangs started throbbing. The sight was so beautiful.

Then the screams began. The blond started shrieking her friend's name and to my utter amusement, she lunged at me with her fist in the air. Fight or flight huh? I don't think I've ever seen anything funnier than that. It was so funny I busted out laughing. Of course I caught her fist in my palm with no effort.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!", she hollered, fruitlessly trying to reclaim her hand, "Why did you do that?!"

Without giving an answer, my hand flew quickly towards her neck and squeezed tight, lifting her in the air at the same time. She struggled, she trashed, she tried to shake me off but I liked that. I liked them with a little spank. It made the killing process more pleasurable. I brought her closer to my face, making sure she saw the blood-red eyes, the fangs, the hatred I felt for her. I wanted fear and helplessness to be the two sentiments she would take to the other side.

She froze. She stopped thrashing, staring deeply into my eyes, confused and afraid. "Wh-What are you?", she choked, her voice almost inaudible.

I smirked sadistically, unclasping my fingers around her throat slightly. God, I wanted to destroy her air pipe but it wasn't the right time yet. I had to torture her first. I had to hear her scream.

"I already told yer friend, didn't I?", I murmured lowly. I found her fingers, getting one of them between my thumb and index. Then I pressed.

"Gyaaaaah!"

"...I'm a creature that just crawled its way out of Hell."

She whimpered, she cried out, she muttered unintelligible things while I kept breaking her fingers, then her carpal bones, then her metacarpals. I laughed every time she called me a monster, tears streaming down her face like rivers. I loved seeing her like this. She was so beautiful like this; all red from the effort, eyes swollen, with drool leaking out of her mouth, scared, anxious. I loved it.

I loved it.

"L-Loly," she whimpered after a while, "Run..!"

It was that very moment that I realized the brunette I had knocked out a few minutes ago, was on her feet and running towards me with a fierce battle cry and blood coming out of her nose.

Like I said; cocky.

I can't stand cocky.

"Let her go!"

"Pathetic," I scoffed, my mood sour all over again. I watch her approach me, ferociousness written all over her face, but all that morphed in a beautiful expression of pain as soon as I kicked her on the stomach. She flew a feet away and landed on her side, puking her insides the moment she made contact with the ground.

I laughed humorlessly to that.

"Loly!", the blond in my hands screamed.

"Shut the fuck up!", I barked and tightened my grip around her neck, angry and impatient to crush her to pieces, "Never said yer allowed to fuckin' speak!"

"Nnngh!"

"Do something! Help us!", the raven-haired girl screeched, but not to me; to AB Negative. Holy shit, I had completely forgotten about that motherfucker with all that ruckus my victims had created. My head snapped to the side only to see him casually leaning against the wall, brown eyes fixated on me, unblinking. Suddenly I could smell the excitement coursing through his veins, I could hear his thoughts loud and clear.

Beautiful.

My breath caught in my throat, the muscles in my body slackening. Me? Beautiful?

"No way," he muttered breathlessly, his eyes never leaving mine, "This is...incredible."

O negative squeaked a couple of things about us being insane but I paid no attention. I just couldn't tear my eyes off of Kurosaki, just as much as he couldn't tear his eyes off of me. I wanted to see everything, his expressions, the glint in his eyes, the awe. Everything. I didn't even realize when my fingers started squeezing around the blond's skull, the bones breaking under the gentle pressure I applied. Blood and fluids rolled down my arms and dripped from my hands. It was nothing to me. I didn't even listen to the their desperate pleas. All I saw was brown. Dark, earthy brown, full of delight and...adoration?

The rest happened in a messy blur; after the blond's heart beat ceased, I dropped her lifeless body to the ground and, as if I was hypnotized, I walked towards the other. She tried to kick me, so I ripped off her leg, throwing it away and she cried out in pain. She tried to push me away, so I amputated both her arms. I pushed her in the ground, forced her to eat dirt. Then I picked her up from her hair. She was whimpering, barely conscious.

I broke her neck. The sound it made gave me chills.

Then I delved in. I sucked everything out of her, blood, life, soul...everything.

Kurosaki's eyes hadn't left me for even one second.

When I let her slide to the ground, I saw him readjust himself inside his pants and I grinned. "You get hard by watching me kill people." I wiped my mouth with the back of my forearm. "Just how fucked up are you?"

He chuckled and pushed against the wall, strolling his way towards me. His eyes darted to the dead bodies around me but he didn't bat an eyelash. "I just love the way yer eyes shine when you take their lives," he sighed, both his palms flat on my chest, caressing, "It is very thrilling."

"You act like you haven't kill someone before." He gave me a puzzled look and I snorted. "C'mon, don't tell me you haven't done it before!"

His face hardened for a split of a second but it was long enough for me to notice. That confused me again, because his thoughts whacked me and pushed me away. That again? I would have opened my mouth to ask some sort of explanation, had he not busted out laughing rather heartily, evilly, tipping his head backwards too. "Nah, I ain't killin' people," he admitted to my utter surprise, "S'too easy, ain't it? I only torture them so much that they end up begging for the sweet mercy of death."

I dragged my palms over his arms, leaving a small trail of dried blood on my wake but that didn't matter; his skin was surprisingly soft. So breakable. I wanted to make him bleed. "You're fucked up," I repeated.

"Far from just that," he chuckled, "And you hate blonds, from the looks of it."

I didn't glance down at the mutilated A negative girl to see what I had really done to her, yet, I smirked. He was attentive, I'd give him that. "I vehemently hate women in general. But blonds have my heart."

"Any reason why?"

I frowned. He wanted to know? Since when? I searched his head and found out that he indeed wanted to know. Not because he was bored but because he was genuinely interested. Him; interested. That left me almost speechless and a little confused. "It's a long story," I muttered in the end, flabbergasted.

Kurosaki shrugged and fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one, sucked the dirty air in and exhaled it noisily, the white smoke brushed my face like a kiss.

"I've got all the time in the world."

I looked at him and I felt something in my chest stir and ache. I can't quite put my finger on it but I think I smiled. A small but nonetheless real smile.

"Alright then."

Good thing time was in our favor that night.

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