Chapter 21

Mizuki's cries of misery filled the room. Her limp fists beat against the wall weakly over and over. Her face was stained with fresh and old tears. Mayuri was sitting behind her, on the couch, watching television. His eyes were passive and his face was completely calm. The baby was upstairs, sleeping with the sound of Aporro's favorite music tunes playing softly. Her eyes were puffy and red from the hours of crying she had done. The wall was stain with her tears and a small wet spot had formed at her knees on the carpet where her tears fell. Slowly her hits against the wall lessened. Her body began to give out and slumped against the wall. Her back still heaved up and down with each sob. Mayuri glanced down at her and turned his attention back to the television.

"Have you finally begun to calm down? I know it was messy, but it's not as horrible as you're making it out to be." She let out a moan and brought her hands to her hidden face. Her black hair hid her face completely and the tears that ran through her fingers. He flipped the channel and smiled as the news came on.

"Mizuki, you're missing something very nice here! Look, Chad is on the news!" Mizuki let out another moan and shook her head. Mayuri hummed as the reporter spoke.

"Yasutora Sado, commonly know as Chad, was found outside the home of Zangetsu two days ago.. From what the police have found out, Zangetsu's home was like a second home to Chad, and he was found often there hanging out with his friends. Police have reported that Chad had been murdered late that night. The reason why details have not been released until now was because of how gruesome this murder was. Let me tell you this, the murder was not a human one. His body, from what was reported was; and I warn you, this is graphic; was stabbed repeatedly seventeen times and eight more times after he was dead. Then, the back of his neck was skinned all the way down to his tailbone. His fingers had been chewed as if by a wild animal, his eyes were stabbed out and are... were supposively taken out by the murderer's own fingers. The were found inside of his throat and... and his throat was... was ripped out by what appeared to be an animal. The police have never seen a murder such as this in decades. Still, no leads or any important clues were found at the scene. Whoever did this was certainly not human." Mizuki let out another moan and let her head thump against the wall. Mayuri grin showed he was content.

"I'm sure Ulquiorra knows I'm serious now. Well anyway, I know that you're quite capable of such a thing once I touch that nerve in your head." He drilled a finger against his temple. Mizuki let out a morner's cry and shook her head back and forth. Mayuri sighed and got up from the couch. He slowly walked around the couch, his feet thumping softly against the rug, and towards her. He crouched down beside her and slithered his thin hand through her hair and grabbed her wrist. He slowly pulled her arm away from her and looked at her hand. He shook his head and sighed again.

"Tsk tsk, Mizuki! You didn't wash away the blood yet! I know you're upset, but at least clean your hands. The best way to recover from something such as this is the dispose of most things that remind of it. Why don't we get you to the restroom and wash you up, neh? I'll get you new clothes and a fresh towel for you. C'mon, get up-"

"Why did you make me do that?" She croaked. Mayuri brushed her hair out of her face. Her eyes were red and puffy. Tears were still falling from them. He rubbed the tears away that were falling down her cheek and petted her cheek.

"You said you would do anything if I didn't kill Ulquiorra. This is part of it, Mizuki. You should have thought about it, dear. Don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough-"

"Used to it! Mayuri I don't want to do this anymore! Don't make me do it again!" She cried. Mayuri lightly wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her to her feet. He guided her to the bathroom.

"Now, now, Mizuki, calm yourself. You said anything, you said you'd do anything. I haven't kill Ulquiorra. Just so long as you keep doing as I ask, I will not kill him. It'll be fine. You will soon learn to mind it." Mizuki sobbed and bowed her head low.

"Chad...! He was so kind! Why did it have to be him? He was a friend!" Mayuri kissed the top of her head.

"He was a warning, Mizuki. Just put it behind you." He pushed open the door of the bathroom and turned the light on. He reached out and put his hand on the facet. Mizuki let out a cry and sank to her knees.

"How can I do that...? His blood...! Everywhere!" Mayuri pulled up one of her hands and turned on the facet, running water over her bloody palms.

"Mizuki, if you think a small thing like that is horrible, then you have no idea what I've done and experienced in order to keep you. I've killed so many, I've lost count!" When he saw her hand was blood-free, he reached down and took her other hand and ran it under the water.

"Chad's death was relatively easy compared with the vampires I've killed. Since he's human, his strength wasn't special to what I've seen."

"Did he have to be butchered?" Mizuki yelled. Mayuri saw the blood run off of her palm slowly. When it was gone, he turned off the water. He crouched down beside her again and took her face into his hands.

"Mizuki, must we revert back to the times when I hurt you? Just forget about the incident, put it behind you. What do you think has been keeping me at ease all this time since I promised not to hurt you? I've been hunting around during my time away from you. I've seen the blood of many, Mizuki. I've seen the blood of men, women, and even children. I've murdered many, just to keep my promise to you. Do me a favor Mizuki, shut that out of your mind. Pin it up in a corner somewhere! That's what I did when I murdered my sister because she refused me. Please, just do what I ask you, Mizuki. Let's clean you up." He pulled her to her feet and turned on the shower.

"Go ahead and undress and I'll get you some new clothes." The door shut as he left. Mizuki looked into the mirror that hung over the sink. Shadows were under her eyes and the ghost of the girl she once was was barely visible. Her eyes was dull and chilling. The tips of her fingers brushed underneath her eye. Then, she saw a hidden face of herself. Mizuki, still as she was, grinned at her in the mirror, only she was much darker and her eyes were deep red.

"Ahehehe..." She giggled deeply and stared into Mizuki's eyes chillingly. Mizuki blinked and put a hand against the mirror. It was herself again. She shook her head. She looked into the mirror again and saw herself. She let out a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

"Hey, Mizukiiiiii... look here..." Mizuki backed up against the door and stared at the mirror. It was her. But it wasn't her reflection. She stood there, red eyes gleaming and a grin on her face.

"Trick... It's a trick. Not real... not real!"

"Whatever, say what you want. Obviously you won't pay attention, but listen... I'm going to tell you something... I wanna talk. You've been mean to me lately and have held me back long enough! I got a nice tasty treat two nights ago because you chickened out... and I have to say, blood is SPECTACULAR!" Mizuki closed her eyes. She whispered to herself.

"Not there... not there! Mayuri did something, yes, he did. It doesn't surprise me. She's not real. She's not me. Not me...!" The darker Mizuki's arm lashed out of the mirror and grabbed Mizuki's neck; dragging her closer and closer.

"I am you. You are me. We make up 'Mizuki'. Aha, and you're trying to convince yourself that Mayuri did this? Please! I am here, I've always been here. Haven't you ever dreamed those dreams? You know, the ones where you saw me? Where you saw yourself covered in blood... saw your face in a puddle, a reflection, or in the eyes of a victim? I'm Mizuki, the Mizuki that you've held back because you were afraid. Everything your are, I am opposite of. Recall Chad's murder?" She grinned and licked her lips. "You know that we enjoyed it... deep inside, you loved the blood spraying onto our skin. You were in love with the gore that came! His struggle, his screams! That brought us ectasy! NAHAHAAA!" Mizuki jerked herself free from the tight grasped around her neck and fell backwards in the shower. She crawled up against the side and stared at the mirror in horror. She could still hear her. Water washed down upon her head, bringing strings of hair in front of her face. As if she noticed, all she saw were the two hands waving out from the mirror.

"Mizuki! Mizuki! Come back! Come backkkkk!" The door opened, Mayuri looked in and saw Mizuki sitting in the shower. He eyes got soft.

"Mizuki..." She twitched. Her eyes flashed up to his and felt some sort of relief wash over her. He put a set of clothes on the floor and smiled softly.

"I guess I'll have to assist you then," He said softly. He pulled off his shirt; exposing his pale and scared skin. Light bounced off his abs and illuminated the scars; fresh and old. With a fluid motion, he slid out of his pants. He stood in front of her, naked and calm in all his glory. His muscles casted light shadows all over his body. The scars he had hightlighted his years of He climbed into the bath and crouched next to Mizuki. His strong hands unfolded her arms and reached down to lift off her shirt. He leaned in and stretched out her legs. His shoulder rested against hers as he slid them off of her. He tossed to two pieces of clothing onto the bathroom floor and turned back to Mizuki. She was soaked under the spray of water and had her head hung low. He leaned in and kissed her hair. His arms wrapped around her and unhooked her bra. He pulled it off and threw it behind him. His hand lingered on her arm. Mizuki's head tilted slightly to the side. His hand went to her cheek and turned her face up to him. He kissed her softly. His lips wrapped around hers again and pressed harder down. He held Mizuki tightly in his hands. Mizuki's hands rested on his shoulders. She felt herself wanting to resist badly; but she did nothing. He was simply too in control. He broke from her and lifted her to her feet. He kissed her again and hugged her tightly to him. His skin seemed so welcoming to Mizuki; but deep in her mind, she felt something yelling at her that it all fake. Her fingers could feel traces of scars on his chest. Beads of water ran down his face and dripped down her back.

"Mizuki, I apologize for having you do this... but understand. You've made a promise. I won't try to take it for granted. You won't be forced to do too much, just bear with it until the time comes," He whispered into her hair. She hid her face on his neck and softly kissed him. She could feel his member slowly getting harder. It was pressing up against her. He kissed her neck and petted her wet hair.

"Mayuri..." She whispered, holding onto him.

Tsk, tsk... Her eyes snapped open. That wasn't her nor Mayuri. Who was it? Mayuri kissed her forehead and kissed her lips.

"Mizuki, I want you," He murmured. She closed her eyes and kissed him. He held her face in his hands and kept the kiss for a long time. His hand slid down her back and pulled her up against him. He member slid between her thighs. She shuttered. It was hot. She could feel it pulsing. He kissed her harder, his tongue slithered into her mouth and wrapped around her tongue. Mizuki felt herself get light headed. Her wet legs let Mayuri's cock slide between them with every movement. Her body's desires took over. He pressed her back up against the wall of the shower and lifted one of her legs into the crook of his arm. His cock rested on the top of her pussy. It was pulsing under the drops of water that beat down on it. He kissed Mizuki again and shoved it in her. She let out a gasp and a small moan. Her arms draped over his shoulders and clawed at his back. Mayuri kissed her neck and moved his cock in and out. The head kept hitting her womb, making her moan and let her mouth hang open in ectasy. His kisses trailed up and met her lips. He kissed her and licked her chin. She let out moans with each thrust. Water slid down their skin. Mizuki could barely fell it. Her body was numb and her head was spinning. She felt her body starting to tense with an on-coming climax and ectasy.

Mizuki have we really become a slave? Ohohoo... I can't blame you though, but you know the real reason why Mayuri is doing this. Mizuki let out a small yelp of fear and grabbed Mayuri tightly. Mayuri mistook it as ectasy and kissed her roughly. His thrusts got harder and faster. He was nearing his limit. He buried his lips on her neck and slammed his cock as far as he could against her womb and let his cum spray into her. Mizuki let out a moan and rested her head on his shoulder. She let out pants of breath.

Ulquiorra would be disappointed.

Mizuki wandered back downstairs. It had been a few hours since her and Mayuri had showered together; and when she last heard that voice in her head. She was hesitant and scared. The house was dark and nothing but the moonlight illuminated the downstairs. With soft footsteps, she walked to the living room, the found the bathroom door. Her eyes stared at the white wood. She reached out and pushed the door open. It creaked as it swung slowly to reveal the mirror. Mizuki turned on the light. She saw herself; just as she was. There was nothing else. She shut the door. Her hands rested on the counter of the sink as she leaned over it to look into her eyes. She could see the confusion and worry in them. They were dull and bleak. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She opened her eyes. Nothing. It was still her. Mizuki put her head against her hand.

"I knew it... I was imagining the entire thing." She turned on the facet and splashed some water onto her face.

"Pathetic." She froze. She hadn't said anything, yet that was her voice. She looked up at the mirror again. It was still her. She looked at herself for a long time. Then her focus began to wander. She noticed all the details of herself that had changed. Her eyes were sunken in, they were so dull, her skin didn't look healthy at all, and she could see the bones in her face. She could clearly see a vein running up her right temple. She had aged. Mizuki turned away and walked down the hallway.

"Nighty night..." She spun around and saw her reflection again in the mirror. It was still herself. Where was that voice coming from? She stared into her wide eyes and slowly turned back around. She rested her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes.

"Imagining things... that's all..." She murmured. Mizuki walked back to the staircase. She moved slowly up it. Her mind was jumbling pieces of information together. She was worried about that voice she had heard, along with her appearance. It hadn't occured to her that she had aged so sharply. She reached the top and started walking back to the bedroom where Mayuri was sleeping. Her hand rested on the doorframe. She hesitated to sleep next to him. The space was still empty from where she had left. His body showed no indication of missing her being there. She looked over her shoulder at the spare guest room. Her baby was in it, along with a spare bed. She slowly moved away and kept her eyes on Mayuri. Her hand brushed the doorframe as she left and then quickly walked into her baby's room. She closed the door quietly and turned to the crib. He was fast asleep and sucking on his thumb. She leaned over the rail and ran her fingers down his cheek. She felt warmth go over her heart.

"At least I have you..." She murmured. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers up and over her legs. She rested her head on the pillow and lay facing the crib. The room was almost completely dark excluding the night light in the corner. She closed her eyes and let out a small, satisfied sigh.

Her vision was shaking. All she could see was grass and her feet. Her hands came into view with a knife. She let out a shuddering breath. Her legs were shaking violently underneath her. She closed her eyes and lowered her arms to her side. In front of her was the back of the home of the one she loved. A shadow drifted across the lawn. Her eyes looked up and saw Chad coming towards her. He seemed angry and his eyes were looking for something. They their eyes met. His anger faded quickly. He smiled and came towards her.

"Mizuki! Is that really you? I've been worried about you! Ulquiorra is really torturing himself over you, you have to come back with me. It's great to see you're alright!" He moved closer to her and lightly put his hands on her arms. She shrank away from him and felt her hand holding the knife violently tremble. His eyes filled with worry and confusion.

"Mizuki? Are you ok? You're shaking..." She slowly held up the knife and took in shaking breaths. Anger filled his eyes.

"Why do you have that knife? It's Mayuri isn't it? Where is he Mizuki?" He turned his head. She took a step forward.

No...

"Mizuki tell me! Is he here? I'll take care of him! I'll get Ulquiorra! I'll take you to him! Come on, Mizuki," He said. He held out a hand and continued to look around the yard with cautious eyes.

You have to Mizuki, unless you want Ulquiorra to die... Chad heard that whisper and looked to Mizuki again.

"Mizuki, let's go. Come on!" She let out a small cry and held the knife up. He looked to her in confusion. His hand slowly crept towards Mizuki's. He wanted to take the knife away.

No!

Now Mizuki! Or will Ulquiorrra die? She groaned and bowed her head down. Chad moved forward and reached for the knife. Mizuki let out a shriek and lunged into him. The knife plunged into his chest. He let out a grunt of pain and tightly grabbed onto Mizuki's arms. She back away from him and stared at his face. Her hand was still on the knife. Chad coughed and spat out a bit of blood. Mizuki closed her eyes and tugged on the knife.

"Mizuki, no!" He said. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry Chad!" She pulled on the knife harder to get it out of him. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"No, Mizuki. Don't..."

Mizuki, finish it. Mayuri's voice was chillingly repeating in her mind. She yanked the knife out and slapped his hand off of her wrist. Chad held a hand against his wound and doubled over. He was breathing heavily and straining to keep his eyes on Mizuki.

"Mizuki, please, drop the knife," He said. Mizuki looked at the bloody knife and sank to her knees. Her lips trembled with fear. The bloody reflection of her face terrified her. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering string of pleads to stop. Then everything turned black.

No. No!

She opened her eyes slowly. Everything was dyed red. She slowly got on her feet and held the knife up to be reflected in the moonlight. Her eyes were blood red. Was it the bloodied knife or were those really her eyes? Chad's struggling breaths caught her attention. She lowered the knife and rested those icy eyes on him. He met them and stopped his breath. His eyes widened in fear. A grin slowly crept to her face. She could see that fear in his eyes. She took a step towards him. He stumbled backwards.

"Mizuki, what's happend to you? Stop!" She raised the knife and licked her lips.

"Mizuki!"

"Sorry, Chad. But Ulquiorra has to live," She said coldly. The knife came down quickly and buried into his shoulder. He let out a small yell of pain and fell to his knees. She raised the knife again and swung down. He rolled to the side to dodge it. Mizuki grabbed a handful of his hair and buried the knife into his neck. He let out a gurgled yell of pain and put a hand on his throat. His eyes glistened in the moonlight; they were filled with the saddening look of betrayal. She yanked the knife out of neck and kicked him. He fell against the ground with a dull thud and choked for air. Mizuki let out a shuddering breath and stabbed him again. And again. And again. The sprays of blood littered her skin with dots of red. The blood rolling down his skin made her insanely thirsty. She ran her fingers through it and licked them slowly. She smiled and sucked them eagerly.

"Nahh!" She sighed. She bent down and let out another excited cry.

"Ah! Ahh!" She pressed her lips against Chad's neck and licked up his blood. The warm, irony taste rolled down her throat. It felt and tasted so good. So could feel joy wrap around her mind. The intoxicating sensation of ectasy slowly followed. She sucked and sucked up as much blood as she could from his neck. She threw her head back and let out a cry. Mayuri's shadow fell on her. He had a smile on his face. He bent down to her level. He could see the blood rolling down her chin and could see her body shaking. He lightly took her chin in his hand and kissed her. He took the knife from her hand and slashed it down quickly through Chad's neck. His head rolled to the side and stopped, face down. He began to carve Chad's body. Mizuki could feel her head begin to spin. She crossed her arms and dug her nails into her skin. Her eyes stared in fascination as Chad's body was chopped up.

Stop! NO!

Mizuki let out a whimper. Mayuri looked up at her and saw her eyes; wide and glassy. He lightly touched her arm with a blood soaked hand. She looked to him with a frantic expression and took in shaking breaths. She felt excited. Why did she feel excited? A tingling sensation spread all over her body. She felt a strange urge she never felt before. Mayuri looked down at Chad's body again and smiled. Her eyes followed and look at the blood soaked corpse that was once Chad. It looked as though he had been turned inside-out. His guts glistened in the moonlight. His veins were still slighting pulsing; his heart was slowly beginning to stop. Mayuri held it up in his hand. The veins and arteries were still connected to it. He gently pulled her hand up and set it on her palm. It was warm. It was moving, and looked so enticing. Her hand started to tremble. Her throat felt dry. She wanted to bury herself in the blood filled muscle.

Not me...

She wanted to bite it. She wanted to eat it.

Not me!

Her breath quickened. Chad's heart fell from her hand from her shaking. Her eyes rolled back into her skull. Mayuri lurched forward and caught her; a grin was on his face. He bent down and kissed her again.

"Mizuki, you seem a bit excited..."

"Noo!" Mizuki screamed as she lurched upright. Mayuri grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back down.

"Mizuki! Mizuki! Stop screaming! You're upsetting the baby!" He said. Mizuki felt her eyes blaze with burning tears that rolled down her face. She screamed over and over again. She brought her hands up to her eyes and struggled against Mayuri's grasped.

"Let me go! Let me go!" She screamed. Mayuri growled. The baby was somewhere else, crying his eyes out. She kicked and struggled under Mayuri. He pressed her down harder on the bed and leaned over her.

"Mizuki! Shush! Listen to me! LISTEN to me! You were yelling in your sleep. You've been yelling since seven this morning! You didn't wake up when I tried to to wake you, just what the hell were you dreaming about?" She let out a cry and dug her nails into his arms.

"You made me do it! I didn't want to!" She sobbed. He shook his head.

"Mizuki, just leave that behind. What were you dreaming of?" She closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. Mayuri grabbed her chin and forced her to face him.

"Mizuki. Tell me." His eyes were piercing and terrifying. She could feel herself sinking. Mizuki bit her lip and took in a few breaths.

"No." His eyes widened a little bit.

"What?"

"No! Let me go!" She said weakly. He pulled her upright and shook her a bit.

"What did you just say?"

"I said no!" She snapped. Mayuri let out a growl. He pushed her back down and paced around in the room.

"Mizuki, what did I warn you about?"

"I don't care." She started to get out of the bed.

"What did I tell you would happen?"

"I don't care!" She started for the door.

"You'd better care!" He grabbed her arm and held it tightly in his hand. She felt the pressure squeeze down on her bone. She winced at the pain.

"You told me, you promised me! You promised to do whatever I asked. And now you're saying no? NO? To me? You know what will happen. I've warned you, Mizuki!" He yelled. Mizuki's eyes narrowed. She felt a sudden surge of hate and anger. Her eyes darkened and glared into Mayuri's. A hint of surprise flickered in his.

"Go ahead, Mayuri... hit me... Stab me... make me bleed... It won't change anything!" She jerked her arm free from his hand and walked out of the room. Mayuri glared at her back before it disappeared around the corner. He felt his body shake in anger.

"Mizuki... you, how dare you," He growled under his breath. He froze. He felt something wash over his mind. The picture of her eyes came back. They reminded him of that night, when she killed Chad. He remembered the look in her eyes when she was splattered with blood. Was that hysteria or pleasure of a beast? He couldn't tell, even now. He chuckled lightly.

"Alright, Mizuki. Maybe... you're just progressing to that stage I'm longing for you to reach, just maybe. I'll wait... I'll be quiet... I'll tolerate it... Heh! After all, vampires aren't quiet creatures, are they? If I just keep treating you like this... maybe you'll rippen up to be a fine vampire... then... you'll join me forever."