To pltrgst: Crona isn't using any of his blood techniques because he's surrounded by normal people. If you think about it, his condition is pretty freaky in his own world, so people will be less inclined to accept him in this one. As for the lemon, well feast your eyes on this... Actually, just check it out.

Anyway, listen guys. The way things are going, it's likely that nobody will ever know about Ragnarok. Why? Well, I won't tell you everything, but I have plans for the guy. That is all.

Enjoy!

"He almost looks beautiful when he sleeps." mumbled Hana, a soft smile on her face as she watches her savior sleep. His face, no longer stretched in a grimace or nervous look, or even a forced smile, was actually nice to look at. He was relaxed, completely at peace, no longer aware of anything that will bring him unrest. With his almost girly face, Misuzu and Toshimi couldn't help but agree with Hana. He was actually a very nice sight.

"Yeah. If I didn't know any better, I would have called him cute." mumbled Gin from behind them, making the three girls jump a bit. They had completely forgotten about the cop who was currently nursing his right arm, giving them a friendly grin. Hana and Misuzu secretly wished this man wasn't here. If he weren't they'd have Crona-kun all to themselves. Asleep. Oblivious to the outside world. Vulnerable. He'd be unaware it they continued to pet him. If they were to take off his sweater. His shirt. Rub his shoulders... then lower, to his chest... then lower, to his stomach... then lower...

Toshimi's thoughts were a bit more... clean. While she would love it if Crona were to touch her that way, her main desire was to lay down next to him, wrap her arms around him, and hopefully he would do the same in his sleep, thus they would be snuggling. Maybe even a bit of playful petting. Yeah, that'd be nice. Especially if he were to suddenly wake up, grab a hold of her, and boldly proclaim his love for her.

'Kyaaa!' she mentally screamed, a big happy look on her face as she blushed red. Hana and Misuzu were also red in the face, but they're eyes were currently disrobing Crona like a wonderful piece of meat. Good thing the young swordsman was not awake. He'd probably fail at handling these faces of adoration and lust.

It took the three vans about an hour to get to the Takagi estate thanks to a few detours and a horde of them that got in the way. Once the vans stopped, Crona's eyes almost instantly snapped open and he sat up. Or at least, he tried to.

See, on the way here, the three girls fell asleep. Right on top of him. Misuzu was leaning back against the van's surface, with his upper body between her legs and his head on her chest, her arms wrapped around his chest, Hana was leaning against him, to his left, her head on his shoulder and her arms wrapped around him. The most shocking one was Toshimi, who was sleeping on top of him! She had a weird little smile on her face, and there was drool coming out and pooling on his stomach. Her chest was also pressing against his crotch, and it was beginning to... react.

And as if that wasn't enough, Hana's shoulder-less shirt was lowered to the point he could see that the rim was struggling to keep her globes covered. Misuzu's breast, while smaller than the other two's, had little nubs that kept rubbing against his face that she seemed to enjoy pressing to him. And Toshimi's skirt was already around her waist, resulting in him being able to see her yellow striped panties with frills around the legs. All-in-all, a very wonderful and terrifying way to wake up.

"You know kid, sometimes I have to wonder if the world is trying to make some sort of statement." mumbled a voice. Crona looked over to see Gin with a smirk on his face and amusement in his eyes. "I mean, look at you. No offense, but I've seen guys with girls all over them before, and most are a bit more... manly. Not once have I seen the girls so willing to cuddle against a skinny little guy like you. Yet here you are, ridiculously shy, brave and willing to fight for them, and these girls actually look like they'll give you head!" he finished with a bigger grin.

"G-give me head?"

"Yeah, you know, blow you."

Crona blinked.

"Suck you off."

Blink.

"Play with your one-eyed snake."

Blink, blink.

"Blow on your flute!"

Staaaaaare... Blink.

"(Sigh) Never mind. Anyway, you might want to wake them up. We're here."

Crona instantly remembered that they have reached the Takagi residence, judging by the commotion outside, as well as the fact that right then the door was opened by Tatsuki.

"Crona-sama!" she was instantly air-born and rocketing towards him. He gave a single pathetic whimper before Tatsuki latched onto his right arm and began to bawl over his head and rubbing his chest and pleading for forgiveness over and over again. He would have gladly forgiven her for... well, whatever she was apologizing for, but he was afraid that if he opened his mouth it'll end up with one of Tatsuki's breasts inside his mouth. That's how hard she was pressing his head to her.

Because of the noise coming from Tatsuki and her earlier flying stunt, Hana and Toshimi began to slowly wake up. Misuzu, unfortunately, ended up squished by the extra weight, and was already beginning to get angry.

"Will you get off, stupid maid!?" she shouted, which made said maid glare right back.

"Well I'm sorry, but I am trying to beg Crona-sama for forgiveness. He risked his life not only for you, but for me." She then grabbed the hand she was leaning on and placed the swordsman's hand right on her breast. Well, more specifically, on the area where her heart was, but still, his palm was right on her melon-sized flesh while his fingers barely reached the heart. "I promise that from now on, I'll be Crona-sama's loyal maid and see to his every need!" she declared. It might have been considered passionate and loyal to anyone else, but right now Crona was more scared at the way she looked at him. Her face was as red as a tomato, and there was an almost excited look in her eyes. "Y-you're every n-need, Crona-sama. Y-you..." taking a deep breath, she huskily breathed out, "You can use me any way you wish." He blinked twice, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean. Use her? Was she a weapon? Hopefully a sword. That's actually the only weapon he knew how to use. Then again, using a gun didn't seem that difficult if all he had to do was pull the trigger.

There was a loud 'thump' and everyone jumped a bit, Crona managing to get up a bit and turn to see what made the noise. Gin was on his hands and knees, his head bowed to Crona like he was a god. "I am unworthy." he mumbled dejectedly. "You are a man among men, Crona Makenshi." The pink-haired swordsman was a bit weirded out by the sheer sincerity in his voice.

Thankfully, Yuriko saved him from any more embarrassment. "It's good to see you in one piece, Crona-san. I figured you'd be tired, but you should still take a bath. At least you'll feel much better afterwards." she offered, beckoning for him to follow. He didn't have the will to argue as he nodded and followed her out. "Marie-san and a few others went back to her mansion to retrieve the supplies they were originally going to bring with the people. It seems that Ginta-san became a bit too flustered and left them behind, so Souichiro went as well. They'll be back soon." she said.

With a nod, Crona made his way up to the mansion, the girls and the maid lagging behind, still arguing. He normally would have wanted them to stop arguing, to be friends and be calm, but right now he was ridiculously tired. He was still wondering if he had enough energy to reach the baths. Actually, he didn't even know where the bathrooms were.

"Crona-sama, this way!" Tatsuki suddenly appeared in front of him and began to pull him upstairs. "I-I'll show you the baths! I've been here since noon, and I know where they are!" she said, dragging the tired boy up. The other three girls gave chase, but after a few twists and turns, they lost sight of the three teenage girls. Crona looked around and noticed they were in a hall, mostly empty save for a few workers and some pink-haired girl down the hall wearing a pretty dress. "Here we are, Crona-sama!" said the maid, apparently proud of herself. Until she looked around and squinted a bit. "At least... I think this is it." she mumbled. Crona took that moment to remember that the first time he saw her, she was wearing big glasses.

"Where are your glasses, Tatsuki?" he asked drowsily. The maid blinked and smiled nervously.

"I-I think that I may have, um, dropped b-back at the mansion." she mumbled quietly.

"Can you still see?"

"U-um, ye-yes."

"..."

"..."

"... You're lost, aren't you?"

"... yes..."

With a small smile, Crona took her hand and led her to the room he remembered Medusa was in. He remembered seeing a bathroom there, so he might be able to clean up there. Tatsuki was silently squealing in happiness. She was a bit surprised by how soft Crona's hand was, but it didn't stop her from burning up at the simple fact he was holding her hand. Admittedly, she knew little about Crona. But even then, he already saved three girls, was a gentleman apparently, and had even comforted her when he met her in the mansion. He even placed her safety before his own and sent her here, though she knew that she would only drag him down should she have stayed with him. As such, once she got here and shared the story with the few girls here... needless to say, Crona had a fan club.

Once they reached the room, he turned to Tatsuki. "What am I supposed to wear once I get out?" Tatsuki looked down at what Crona was currently wearing and had to agree. His sweater and pants were covered in blood, and his shirt had a long gash on his lower side. Looking at it, it seemed that only the shirt was damaged.

"I-I'll clean them immediately, but in the mean time I'll look for some clothes for you." she said. Crona smiled his thanks and entered the room, beginning to take off his sweater before making his way over to the bathroom. Opening the door, he saw it was rather big, enough room for three people to wash at once, and a big furo against the far wall. Tiled floors and walls, three shower heads, stools, and an assortment of shampoos and soap, it was surprisingly nice, all things considered. Once inside, he quickly shed his clothes, placing them in the basket outside, then turned on the water and began to fill the furo with hot water, making sure to do so at a slow pace.

He had learned from Black*Star and Tsubaki how to use one of these, as Medusa usually made him stand in the rain when he was covered in blood. That, or she would throw him into the nearest body of water and leave him there until he was at least clean enough to look decent. If he smelled too much, she'd sometimes give him soap.

While the furo was filling, he sat on one of the stools and turned on one of the sprays, washing his head and body with it and washing away all the dirt and grime that these three days had built up. 'Three days. Is the kishin still rampant with Maka and the rest? Are they okay?' He quickly shook his head. 'Of course they're okay! They're stronger than anyone else! I know they can do it.' He smiled sadly, thinking about his friends. While he believed in them to take on the kishin, it didn't stop the longing, nor the loneliness. And a Soul-look-alike trying to kill him didn't help. He was so concentrated in his thoughts he didn't notice the bathroom door open until he heard the door close.

He whirled around and almost screamed when he saw Tatsuki there, her face redder than any tomato he'd ever seen, and naked as the day she was born. The only thing covering her was the towel around her, though it seemed too small to completely cover a bit of her lower butt and the tops of her breasts. He immediately looked away, curling ever so slightly so that his front was covered. "T-T-Tatsuki! W-wha-what are you d-doing!?" he exclaimed in alarm.

"W-well, I was just wondering, i-if you needed any h-help in washing y-your back." she said, clutching the towel to her. "Y-you don't have to worry, I-I can't see, remember?"

Truthfully, this didn't really make him feel better. Unfortunately, his silence seemed to have been a go-ahead for the maid, as she brought a stool behind him and began to wash his back in a leisurely pace. Crona flinched a bit, but managed to restrain himself enough to not lash out at her. She was just trying to help, and he really would like some help with his back. Ragnarok had a tendency to punch him if he asked for help in that department.

They stayed in silence for a good five minutes, enough for Crona's back to be completely scrubbed and rinsed. Crona kept his eyes straight on the tiled floor, trying not to pay too much attention to how her fingers would tentatively dance across his back and shoulders. He felt his face heat up from the large amount of blood rising, and almost cried out when he felt her begin to was his stomach and chest.

"T-T-Tatsuki!"

"S-sorry!" she pulled her hand away and nervously waited. On one hand, it might be best to pull back and maybe earn her Crona-sama's approval differently. Wasn't the way to a man's heart through his stomach?

"I-it's okay, I-" he looked over and noticed that the furo was full. Luckily he was right next to it and just had to reach over to turn off the tap. Picking up one of the shower-heads and turned the tap on it to begin rinsing off. No water came out. Frowning, he looked down at the hot/cold dial and noticed there was a small lever. Pulling it, the jet of water quickly washed off any soap or shampoo that was on Crona's head with cold water. Shivering, he turned the shower-head away from him and over his shoulder, hitting Tatsuki.

Looking over, he realized the water managed to blast her towel off her body and she was now splayed out on her back, giving the pink-haired boy the chance to see her in all her glory. Big chest, each one having a nice pink areola that was easily as big as a quarter, both of them stiff and poking into the air. Nice pale skin with only a few healing bruises, not exactly fat but plump in a nice way. As if that wasn't bad enough, Crona now had no doubt, if he had any to begin with, that Tatsuki was indeed a brunet thanks to the small bush between her legs. Which was being hit with the water from the sprayer he was holding.

Tatsuki was a bit disoriented. One second she saw Crona fiddling with the water, then there was a jet of water to her face, and then she hit hear head on the floor. That quickly went unnoticed thanks to the jet of water that was now hitting her nether regions hard, making her gasp and arch her back. Opening her eyes ever so slightly, she saw Crona stare at her for a moment, and the heat within her grew at the wonderful thought that her Crona-sama was looking at her body.

Shaking his head, Crona reprimanded himself for staring and quickly turned off the water, refusing to look back lest he stare longer at the heaving pair of melons. No, he didn't stare. He just made a quick sweep of the scenery and looked away. He did not stare. Looking down, he almost groaned. His 'lower sword' was hard. Ever since he was thirteen it had been doing that, and Medusa would always poke it with one of her arrows while insulting him and calling him a disgusting perverted weakling. Hell, Ragnarok would also bother him and tell him he needed to 'shag some girls'. He wasn't even sure what that was supposed to mean. As such, he became a bit annoyed whenever it would act up. So he'd ignore as much as possible.

Managing to raise herself to her elbows, Tatsuki looked up to see Crona looking down at his crotch. He was sporting a painful erection, and she felt her lust spike when she saw it throbbing, just begging to be touched. A plea that she was more than willing to listen to and oblige.

(The Moment You've All Been Waiting for. LEMON! Er... or a Lime. Yeah, it's more of a lime.)

Crona was glaring down a his prick in annoyance until he suddenly gasped when something wrapped around it while a large pair of round soft things pressed against his back.

"Crona-sama~..." a girl's voice moaned out. Looking over his shoulder he got a close up of Tatsuki's face as she leaned forward and smiled down at his dick. "Ah. So hot! It's so hot in my hands!" she whispered. Indeed, the Black-blood's density and weight made it so that his body was much warmer than most people. Crona was about to tell her to stop and let him go, as he was kind of freaking out as to what was going on, until he felt Tatsuki begin to stroke his cock. That right there stopped all forms of thought as he gasped and stiffened, feeling like his body was being sapped of strength.

Tatsuki was silently cheering inside her head, her loins burning as she continued to pump the now gasping Crona. Male or not, she couldn't think of a more beautiful sound other than Crona's grunts and gasps. Looking at his face while leaning her head on his shoulder, she was pleased to see a dazed look on his face, his mouth wide open and a bit of drool.

As said before, Crona tended to leave his nether regions alone when they acted up. As such, being a sixteen-year-old(1) with so much pent up stress and lust will make him ridiculously willing when he felt this much pleasure coming from his dick. The longer she pumped his shaft, the more that... something was building up. He wasn't sure what, but it was almost like he was about to explode, and he wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing.

"T-Tatsuki! I-I feel, GYAH!" The only warning Tatsuki got was the throbbing of his dick before it happened. His eyes shot open and his body jerked a bit as he could no longer hold in the build up. Through his hazy eyes he saw white fluid leave the tip of his dick and spray all over the wall, something that seemed to make Tatsuki moan as well as she stared, transfixed at the amount of cum leaving her precious Crona-sama and the sheer force it needed to take to reach the wall.

Panting and weak, Crona could only look ahead, his brain trying to process what just happened. Too bad his brain wasn't given the chance, as Tatsuki was suddenly in front of him on her hands and knees, her face barely an inch from his still hard cock. He was unable (and subconsciously unwilling) to do more as he saw Tatsuki open her mouth and lick the tip of his dick, another shudder going through his body as a bit of the white fluid spurted from the tip and onto Tatsuki's cheek. She giggled softly and used her finger to scoop the drop up and then brought it to her mouth, Crona beginning to pant at how... alluring that one action was.

Tatsuki felt herself become wetter at how Crona seemed to become mesmerized by her actions. Oh, having so much of her sweet Crona-sama's attention on her gave her so much pleasure it was almost scary. Rolling the single droplet of cum in her mouth she moaned as she savored the taste. Sweet with a bitter aftertaste. She almost smiled, but right now her mouth needed to do something else. Without much thought besides the simple fact he needed more of her savior's essence, she opened her mouth and happily wrapped his bulbous head in her lips, beginning to suck on the head while licking the peehole tentatively, making Crona hunch over and grip her hair.

Following sheer instinct, he grabbed a hold of Tatsuki's head and thrust, feeling his dick hit the back of the maid's throat before it tightened up. Sixteen years old, having blue balls since thirteen, and the simple fact that he was unaware of what was going on or what he should do, all boiled down to Crona doing the same thing he did when he was up against an opponent he couldn't plan against. He followed his instincts.

He groaned and gasped as he felt his dick go in deeper, Tatsuki's tongue moving around below the shaft while his head bumped into her throat. She seemed to tighten up at first, but with a particularly hard thrust, he forced his dick deeper, feeling how her body spasmed as his dick entered her throat. As soon as he felt her throat around him, he let out an almost animalistic growl and gripped her head tighter, bringing his hips up at the same time he pulled Tatsuki down to go in deeper. He couldn't think, he didn't want to think, all he wanted was to go in deeper into Tatsuki's mouth.

Tatsuki's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Crona absolutely raped her mouth, her hands traveling down her body until one rested on her left breast while the other was between her legs and rubbing her lips. Crona's cock was blocking all air from reaching her lungs and she loved it, even when she saw his face twisting into a maniacal grin as he continued to use the maid for his pleasure. Tears made their way down Tatsuki's face, but they were neither of grief or pain. All she could do was accept the dominance Crona was displaying and loving it. She moaned around his dick, the vibrations making Crona groan louder and thrust harder. She couldn't breath, her nose was beginning to hurt from how hard he'd shove it into his pelvis, but she couldn't bring herself to care. She belonged to Crona, after all. She had already said he could use her in any way he wanted.

Crona felt the familiar build up, and this time he sped up his thrust, Tatsuki literally hanging off of him as he continued. A small part of him that still managed to make a coherent thought realized she might die if he didn't let her breathe. So with that bit making itself known, he pulled out, his body aching to finish as he build-up began to wane a bit. Tatsuki fell back, her mouth wide open and breathing in deeply. The steam in the room didn't help much, and she was soon coughing, though a big smile was on her face.

His instincts still mostly in control, Crona kneeled down and straddled Tatsuki's stomach, one knee below either armpit. His dick rested right between her large tits as his hand reached back and began to rub her pussy. He figured that if it felt good for him between the legs, the same would apply for her, right?

Tatsuki squealed in shock and pleasure when she felt Crona's hand on her loins, arching her back as best she could as she felt him roughly rub her core. His hand suddenly stopped and she opened her eyes to see his hazy and almost asleep eyes looking down at her, waiting for her to do something. She then remembered his twitching dick between her tits and immediately went to pressing her globes to the shaft between them, sighing in contentment as she felt Crona go back to playing with her pussy.

Originally Crona was going to give her a moment to catch her breath so he could continue fucking her throat, but this was pretty good too. He sighed happily, thrusting a bit while continuing to play with her lips, enjoying her squeaks and moans as he touched certain parts of her. Grabbing the back of her head, he made her crane her neck and take the head of his dick into her mouth, something she was more than happy to oblige as she continued to squeeze her soft tits together.

Tatsuki would twitch and kick her legs sporadically, feeling Crona's hand touch her sacred place like a child unaware he was holding a glass rose. He was so rough on her, his fingers digging into her folds and sometimes brushing her clit. She wanted to scream at him to do more, to put his fingers in, but she knew she couldn't. Not because he had his dick in her mouth, or because he was on top of her, but because she belonged to him. Whether or not she gained pleasure from this was completely up to Crona.

He could feel the end. The buildup was here, and he was for a moment unsure if he wanted all this to end now and reach the peak, or if he wanted to stop so that he could prolong it. Still, he couldn't really stop himself now. He was already cumming. With another thrust, he forced his dick deeper into her mouth as he let out a groan, the damn breaking and his seed shooting into Tatsuki's mouth while he dug his hand into the pink pussy and his finger entering her, gripping onto the hole while his palm pressed against her clit. She moaned as she felt her body convulse from the orgasm that finally managed to come to her, Crona beginning to deflate as he finally became tired. With a groan he swung his leg over and got off of Tatsuki, leaning against the wall next to his seed. The cum was already beginning to drip down, and Tatsuki was soon on her knees, scooping up as much of it as se could and stuffing it into her mouth as she sighed happily.

(Lemon [or lime, whichever] end. You can open your eyes now, children!)

Disoriented, tired, and much more relaxed than he ever felt before, he could do no more as Tatsuki guided him out of the bathroom, dried him off, and put him in bed before crawling in with him, completely naked and a happy smile on her face.

Yes, she belonged to Crona. She'd happily do anything for him. And as his arms wrapped around her and his chest was pressed against hers, she smiled wider as she felt his scent surround her. He smelled of metal, spice, and surprisingly strawberry. Unbeknownst to either of the two, his scent wasn't the only thing that surrounded her. And his cum wasn't the only thing inside of her.

Toshimi groaned as she dragged her feet, following behind Misuzu as the brown-haired girl would stomp around the mansion, her eyes darting around quickly in search of her prey.

"Misuzu-cha~n." Toshimi whined out, her eyes almost completely closed. "Maybe we should look for Crona-kun in the morning. He must be tired by now." While she did want to see Crona and maybe even snuggle a bit more, she was too tired right now. It was almost eleven at night, and she was already dozing off on her own feet.

"Come on, Toshimi!" grumbled the brown-haired girl, continuing down the hall. "You saw that stupid maid run off with Crona. I have to stop her, or beat her up! I just know she's doing something to poor Crona-kun. My woman's intuition is telling me."

Toshimi frowned, as she herself had the feeling that something was up. Not necessarily that Crona was in trouble, but that there was something going on. She was a bit worried for Crona, but he was more than likely fine. He was practically invincible! He took down practically a hall-full of them faster than she could hammer two.

But... she was worried. And tired. And her eyes were closiiiiing...

She almost fell asleep right then and there, but Misuzu was next to her in a second and helping her up. With a sigh, the brown-haired girl shook her head. "Fine. Come on then, I think there's a bedroom here." Misuzu opened the door and pulled her friend in. Inside was indeed a bed, empty thankfully. Placing the sleepy bluenette on the bed, making sure the shoes were off she sat beside her. Sighing once more, Misuzu leaned back while watching Toshimi fall asleep. 'Had Crona not come, we'd be dead. Worst of all, I would have abandoned her.' She frowned and laid back next to her friend. 'I literally almost kicked her off of me. Six years she and I have been friends, and I was about to kick her off.'

The thought alone made her bottom lip tremble, and here Toshimi was unaware of any of that. Ever since that day, she had spoken very little with her BFF. What was hse supposed to say? How could Misuzu talk to her like if nothing happened? Or, was about to happen?

Simple.

She couldn't. She wouldn't.

Looking at her friend, she made a silent promise. 'I owe you. You don't know it, but I owe you my life because I almost threw yours away. I promise, I won't let you go again.' She yawned, and silently cursed the maid. 'Ah. I couldn't even find that stupid maid and Crona-kun.' Looking up at the ceiling, listening to the silent night, she couldn't help but smile remembering Crona. How he saved them over and over again. She owed him just as much as she owed Toshimi. A smile on her face, she dreamt of the wonderful boy she met not four days ago. And of the possible future.

The sun was long gone now, the sky covered in thick clouds that blocked the stars. There was a large mass of people, their hair bleached white and wearing red robes. Wes stood over them, wearing black while Soul stood off to the side, scythe in hand, same clothes. Wes stood on a platform, lighted by torches and what little light came from the apartments. Before the older albino kneeled the only one who survived the attack from Crona and Gin. The teen, barely over fifteen, was shaking in his boots and looked ready to crap himself as Wes paced in front of him. He had his hands tied behind his back and was following Wes with his eyes, not even daring to move.

"You had guns. How the fuck did those hostages get past you when you had fucking guns." Wes asked. He didn't raise his voice once, but he didn't need to. His cold voice, blood-red eyes, and almost bored expression seemed to indicate that he was as calm as could be. The only thing giving it away was the occasional twitch of his face and the fact that he was twirling a knife between his fingers, somehow not once taking his eyes off the shaking boy.

"T-the pink one! S-she-!"

"He. It's a guy." Wes pointed out, again twirling the knife around through his fingers and wrist. They way he said it made it seem like the teen was a retard.

"R-right, he. U-uh, he was fast, an-and there was the c-cop! They came in a-and killed Mizuki, Jirou, and Tora. T-they took the keys, an-and left m-me." the teen tried, almost completely losing it when Wes suddenly held the blade in a backwards grip. Wes seemed to become contemplative, almost like he was listening to a voice, before turning his eyes back to the kneeling teen. A small smile slipped into the older man's face, and the teen almost thought he would make it through the night. It became apparent he wouldn't when he saw Soul give the teen a mock salute. Too late, the teen noticed Wes dashing forward and stabbing the teen straight in the neck. Nobody else reacted, though Soul closed his eyes and sighed.

Wes looked straight at the teen's eyes as he drowned in his own blood. The eyes are the window to the soul, some say. All the teen saw was darkness. Maddening, inescapable, hollow darkness. And as his last breath left him, he felt the darkness swallow his soul whole.

Wes stepped back from the corpse and kicked it off the platform onto his followers, who didn't even bat an eyelash at the teen's body. "Take him out, feed him to our Lord's pets." he ordered, turning to the middle building. Two of the followers, one man one woman, walked forward to the body. "The rest of you go back to sleep, we have some planning to do." A giant grin spread across his face as he thought of that pink-haired boy. Oh yes, he'd make a perfect sacrifice to lord Asura. When the boy was caught, he'd sacrifice his little bitches in front of him and then cut the boy open with his own sword. Hell, he might indulge himself with one of the girls in the clan, maybe that one woman who seemed to like screaming a lot. Yes, he'd bathe in that boy's blood. And he would do it soon. After all, there must be some way to get into the Takagi estate. He'd just have to look for it.

(1) I'm just guessing here. If anyone knows his true age, I'd like to know.

So, here we are, another chapter. Man am I good! Or I'm just being a perv. Who knows?

Can someone tell me for how long Takashi and the rest were in the estate? I really would like to know. Please tell me!

Please review! Tell me what you liked and what you didn't. Peace out!