The city lights never lost their pandemonium, with the partygoers, both drunk and sober, dancing to their mental demons. The candlelit shadows from faraway curtains contained a somewhat domestic mayhem, followed by a chaos that ensued afterwards, as if those feral beasts can no longer contain themselves. Loud music poured from the bars, and underneath the shrieks, there were seductive whispers now claiming their next victims, followed by alcohol and opium which spilled from the tables. Marijuana leaves claimed the attention of the many businessmen lurking nearby, along with their desperate addicts, hoping to buy their deities with the meager amount of money they had. People, normal and abnormal, kept inviting potential customers in, their eyes digging their way through the already empty wallets, a result of the gluttony from one bar to another.

In the middle of this sleepless city, there were groups of men scouring over, deterring which people did or did not belong. They were dressed all in black, some with shades, some without shades. A few of those men managed to target some of the local gangs loitering around the stores, endeavoring to stop the amateur teens in any way they can. Another few surveyed the crowds of tourists, picking out which person was more important than the rest, singling out the threats without so much as an effort. There were owners dragged outside, forced to pay the fee they never knew had even existed, while others treated these men to whatever they desired, whether it be drink, song, or women.

Normally, on such a slow night as this, the men would relax a bit. They would sit there, staring down at the wondrous city, putting their feet up and taking a sip of wine. The money would be there, stacked in a neat little pile on the table, as they relieved themselves of the fact they've finally collected all the debts necessary to satisfy their leader, fill-in-the-blank. Some might even be in the restaurants, filling themselves, and attempting to stay warm amidst the growing presence of winter.

Yet, for some reason, they seemed disgruntled tonight, for a certain newcomer came into their domain.

He had a very dark shade of purple hair, and his eyes were so cold and cruel, like the society upon which many of the men were barred from returning. His skin was pale, shimmering even in the sea of lights along the banks of people, and when he moved, it seemed like he rendered everything around him obsolete. There was an ethereal, obscure beauty to him, an appearance that captivated a few of the men observing the city. Newcomers such as these wouldn't be considered much of a threat; in actuality, much of the yakuza welcomed the new flow of cash, and as far as they were concerned, he was harmless. However, there was a certain, hypnotic atmosphere around him, something that got a majority of their members interested in.

They all tensed from his presence; they didn't welcome that kind of ugliness.

One of the men intercepted him before he could go any farther into the city. He was shocked by the perceived intruder; he was a kid, to say the least. Frankly, the mysterious boy was probably just a high school student who got lost. Though there was a sagacious air around him, to the point it was almost impossible to see him as such, the man couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the boy. However, his brothers convinced him otherwise, so the man escorted him to the nearest love hotel nearby, and allowed the prostitutes to take care of him there.

The group knew what their member had done, and really, they weren't upset about it. He was about to become a man anyways, right? And since he wandered into the city alone, he should've known this was coming; the world was always willing to crush the innocent, and the yakuza was no exception. So the men watched from underneath the windows, wondering just what on earth their little friend was going to do then.

There they were. It seems that she has him pinned down. One of the men turned away, clearly bothered by the spying. What a coward, they seemed to say, before they resumed their perverted watching.

The kid seems to have taken the lead; good for him. They silently cheer him on.

The barely virtuous man scoffs, and proceeds to leave his friends to their activities. The one thing that made this night a bit less boring, and they decide to use it for this. He might as well have just stayed at home bed.

Carefully, he took out a cigar, and lit it. The smoke flowed from his lips, and the man breathed deeply, smiling at the nicotine on his tongue. He leaned against a tree trunk, and turned up to the night skies. This was how it should be, was probably what he was thinking.

His ears perked to the sounds of footsteps approaching him. He sighed, then dropped the cigarette and stomped it out. "Look guys, I'm not interested-"

He never finished.

The man felt two piercing daggers penetrate his throat. Something held him down, and his wrists felt like they were going to break under the pressure. Its fingernails dug into his skin, breaking whatever senses the man had. He couldn't move, couldn't do anything, and even as he stood there, writhing in pain, the creature wouldn't release him. And in that moment, the man collapsed, with two deep, puncture holes in his neck. All the while, he heard a deep, dark voice penetrate from the depths of his mind, telling him to sleep for a bit.

The group nearby grew bored of the now scene, then started looking for their wayward friend. The darkness overtook them as well, and the group fell to their knees, just as onlookers were gathering around.

The next morning, the entire yakuza faction was found in broad daylight, unconscious and suffering from anemia.

Fortunately, every soul was accounted for. Unlike last time, no one had gone missing.

Toma sat on the table, swinging his legs back and forth wildly, as he tried to catch a glimpse of the newest invention Fawn had recently been working on. This time, it wasn't the scientists coming here to experiment on the victim, nor was it the bountiful doctors who were, as of this point, at the mercy of such a crude monster; no, it was Fawn himself, who decided to see if he could make the person anymore beautiful than they already were. It was a twisted goal, and it was starting to become a bit common. Toma stretched his arms and yawned, waiting impatiently for this dull nightmare to end.

The slut was beside him, as usual, slouched in its corner like a good little toy, while Genso was next to it, on her leash. Her limbs were chained down, with a shock collar that made her look like some kind of broken mistress. From the way she kept whimpering, it sounded like she was just about ready to destroy herself, if only to spare herself from anymore pain. What a miserable creature she turned out to be.

Toma swept away the hair from his eyes and leaned forward. He already did what he was told, but for some reason, the human decided he wanted more from him. Of course, Toma was happy to oblige, considering the very fact he got rid of the boredom Fawn could never hope to erase. Nevertheless, the jinrou was still a bit curious to see what his latest partner had come up with this time. Apparently, the newest toy had "sparkling blue eyes and skin as dark as night."

Fawn emerged from that bloodstained table and, with a twisted grin, he presented to Toma his newest creation. "I call her Amber II." he said quietly.

Toma stole one quick look at the girl, before shrugging his shoulders completely. The body was in the same format, and though her artificial eyes did make the girl a bit prettier, all in all, Fawn had wasted his efforts. He sighed, then slid off the table. "You're still infatuated with those kinds of things?"

Fawn groped his creation mercilessly, causing the girl to tremble agonizingly. A pitiful way to die, to be violated like that just as she was taking her last breaths of life. Toma had seen it a thousand times over. "I am," he said, much to Toma's dismay. "You can never replace eternal suffering. Just look at Genso! She's so beautiful that I just want to torture her over and over and over again."

"If I recall correctly, you did that with your daughter too, right?"

"It was fun."

"What of your wife? Are you still hiding this all from her?"

Fawn shook his head, with that same, amused smile on his face, the smile Toma was beginning to grow weary of. "The woman is willing to believe anything. Just the other day, I told sweetheart Amber was still sleeping, and she actually believed me. There's nothing more fragile than the human heart. Wouldn't you say so?"

"I quite disagree." Toma walked over to the now dead girl. Fawn didn't remove the heart, like he had with so many other people. In the corner of his eyes, Toma could see Fawn admiring his perfect work, his delusional state already manifesting. "It's not just human hearts. The mind is easy to break too. Don't you think?"

Fawn shrugged. "Sometimes, sometimes not. I'd rather not believe in such an erroneous way of thinking." He wiped some of the blood from his fingers onto his pants. He held the blood up to his lips and licked a tiny bit of it, before deciding to slurp up the mess altogether. "I enjoy emotions."

"So do I."

"You should realize then that the heart carries all these emotions, right?" Fawn placed his crimson soaked hands upon his heart, and pretended to tear it out. "You know, that is how these creatures work. Destroy the heart, then you destroy their sense of living. Destroy that much, then their emotions cannot circulate through their bodies, and thus, they lose their motive of living. They die without hope, or despair, or even that strange concept known as 'love.' Again, would you agree, Toma?"

"I'd rather not say." Toma went to Genso, who sat there, completely subjected by his very presence. "The mind is what correlates such weird occurrences to be acted upon. If it weren't for the nervous system, none of your precious emotions would even to develop into that wondrous motivation you seek in the end.

"However," his sultry eyes returned to the naked body now sitting there, upon a wooden chair. Straps of iron and leather bound her to it, the bite marks evident all over her neck and stomach. Her skin was transparent, as it always was, and the organs and limbs were always misplaced in some way. The scene was just so…commonplace now. "I'd say I'm willing to compromise with you. The heart and mind are interconnected in some way. Surely you can't really ignore that logic, can you?"

Fawn stared at him for a minute, before finally acquiescing to the epiphany. "Though I'd have to say that my conjecture is more correct."

"Believe whatever you want." Toma stated flippantly, as he grabbed the slut and headed away into the elevator. He'd been with Fawn for who knows how long, and yet that spark remained unlit. That corrupt passion had dulled into a tiny candlelight, alone in the smothering darkness; the excitement was coming to a close.

But it seems that Fawn had yet to catch onto Toma's boredom. "Where are you going?" he called desperately. "You haven't even seen what she can do yet!"

"Just show it to me when you're done."

"I'd rather you wait and see her now!"

Toma pointed an accusing finger at the doll in front of him. "I've got better things to do with my time then wait for it to move! Even the muscles need to be pieced together the right way, else they can't move!"

"I'll find a way then! I'll-!"

The doors shut, and gratefully, Toma soared away, high into the buildings, into the shadows which beckon him so lovingly. Recently, Fawn had been boring him, what with all these repetitive toys and designs. The fondness Toma had for the slut has now evaporated, replaced by something more malevolent, demonic, that Toma would have gladly burned away the stepfather away, in a place of torment and despair. Fawn no longer carried the enthusiasm he admired from so long ago; he can't create the drama, the tension, the conflict, everything Toma thrived off of.

He'd grown old. He had to be replaced, otherwise Toma die of a dull, dull life. Perhaps it was time for Fawn to die.

Suddenly, Toma perked up. He heard that familiar call, the stained, monstrous howl that said his name over and over again. The voice echoed from his mind, bouncing off his cells over and over again. That prickly annoyance he felt with Fawn immediately disappeared, and along with it, any shred of loyalty he had left for the man. A large grin appeared on his face, as he stepped out of the elevator, bouncing happily into the lobby. It was the human again.

He didn't care if he looked crazy then. That old, terrifying adrenaline once again made its way through his veins; it was a feeling Toma hadn't seen in a very long time. "Yes." he said automatically. "I went there. Found a lot, I did. Why don't we meet up? Yeah, police station. It was bugged, but I got rid of the insects."

He blinked, and furrowed his eyebrows. He stopped in the middle of the way, and bit his lip. "Could be. Don't know about that. I'll explain it to you later. Huh? Saw it on the news? So sorry. Okay, okay, no need to shout."

Toma continued on to the outside. It was raining again, so he stayed underneath the overhead of the company building, and crossed his arms. "You've got my compensation yet?" There was a pause, then the boy clapped his arms. "That's wonderful! You know, I also took the time to go to that place you mentioned before. Yeah, Suicide Forest, right?" Toma lowered his voice then. "Sorry, no body. Ooh, things are starting to get complex, aren't they?"

Toma blinked, then laughed a bit. "I'm just kidding. Are you always this serious?"