Hi! Guess what? Me and Nat did another colab fic! This ones a liiiitle stranger then the other one though. Oh well. Anyways, same format as last time, Nat played Long, and I played Shen and everything else. (another sameless plug, go Read Nataku's stuff!!!!!) Enjoy! ^^V

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shen walked along the deserted shoreline, absently watching the midnight stars float over head, not feeling the cold breeze that ruffled his hair. For once, he was minding his own business.

Moonlight glinted off glasses as the night wind moaned and tore through long black, tresses. Blue robes fluttered in the incorporeal claws that raked through them. The Kempo Master was a silent icon, blood dripping slowly down his hands in thick rivers, mirroring the silver tears on his face.

Shen stopped stock still, the wind bringing the tell tale copper smell of blood, lots of it, and near by. Thinking that he might be able to finally get some action, he followed the sent, much like his tiger forbearer.

Longs hands trembled minutely as he raised them in front of his face. The light gleamed wetly off of the hot liquid in a mocking manner. The ever- present giant cuffs on his wrists were splattered with bits of bone and flesh and an awful taste tainted his mouth.

Shen saw the shadow, a smirk appearing. Best not to alert his poor toy to his presence just yet, he wanted time to plan exactly what he was going to say to get the most reaction. His red eyes reflected the water and blood that surrounded Long. "What fun this is going to be" he thought to himself gleefully.

The Chinese man's eyes widened slightly as there was a clicking sound and the left cuff snapped open and clanked to the ground. "...Noo..."

Hmm, one little ornament gone, and one to go. What was his original going to do now? Shen couldn't help it, a giggle slipped out. It was perfect!

Long clamped a hand desperately over the remaining cuff but it too snapped open and fell off. He hunched over with a slight cry, suddenly feeling violently ill. He vomited, blood and flesh among the acrid contents of his stomach.

It was time to take the limelight. Shen stepped into the field of view, the moon's pale aura backing him, making only his silluhette visible like a spectre of the night. "And you tell me bingeing isn't healthy." Shen said condescendingly in his amusement tinged rough voice.

The Kempo Master glared at him, fathomless brown eyes flashing. He shuddered, arms hugging his torso as his eyes gleamed an alien gold for a moment.

Shen arched a brow. "What? Aren't you happy to see me?" he said with a mock sniffle, his hands reaching up to brush his slightly long bangs out of his face, letting the light play off of every nook and scar of his mirror features.

Longs body shook, his fists clenching as if he were straining to hold onto something, then he slumped, his entire body relaxing as if a switch was thrown.

"What, no witty retort, no 'stay the hell away from me?' aww, I'm so suprised, maybe you like me after all!" Shen grinned, fluttering his eyelashes; not caring that the other man would probably not be looking at him at that particular moment. Shen always loved finding Long, his favourite play toy. The regretful wanderer was always good entertainment fodder.

"Mn..." the martial artist's shoulders twitched slightly, then he pulled himself to his feet in an unnaturally gracefully movement, eyes closed. His fingers flexed, then lightly fluttered over his bare wrists with a touch almost like a lover's. A strange smile curved his bloodied lips and when his eyes finally opened, they fairly glowed a cruel metallic gold.