A/N: Uh...This chapter is mainly just the Kensuke. They have a very weird relationship. Yup, they do, but in some twisted way, I think the relationship is the funniest thing...anyways, I'll shut up now and let you all read.

Daisuke stared down at the stain of dark liquid on the floor before his feet. He made a face at it and tilted his head to the side. He could still smell it - it was the smell of blood, but he couldn't quite tell if it was human or animal, since it seemed to be old. He heard a crash from somewhere in the house and glanced up, eyes narrowing slightly. He began walking through the house to the bedroom.

On his way, he stopped in front of the refrigerator in the kitchen. He stared at the freezer part for a long time, debating whether or not to open it. He felt his fingers twitch, and he quickly grabbed the door and yanked it open on impulse. He was greeted with the rotten stench of decay and nearly gagged - he was already somewhat used to that smell. He glanced up briefly and his eyes met with two black, glassy beads. They were slightly protruding from the area around it. The fur seemed to be brown, but it was hard to tell with the blood mixed into it. Daisuke was pretty sure it was a dog.

He shoved the door closed and stalked to the bedroom, hands forming fists. He shoved the door open and stared at the boy sitting on the windowsill, his legs drawn up in front of his body, staring out the window through a crack in the blinds. The hand holding the blind up to form the crack was streaked a dark red color.

"Ken," Daisuke said tiredly, letting his arms drop to his sides. "What did I tell you about dead animals?"

"Don't store them in the fridge, just do what I want with them and then bury them in the backyard," Ken replied automatically.

Daisuke dropped to his knees where he stood and slid to the side, sitting on the floor and pulling his legs out in front of him. He rested his hands on his lower thighs and leaned forward, staring at Ken. Ken slowly turned around and looked at him, eyes almost completely closed. He opened them a bit more and gave a lazy smile to the other boy.

"I missed you at school today," Ken told him.

"Why can't you come to my school?" Daisuke grumbled, gripping his knees. "It'd give me a reason to go to that hellhole."

Ken stayed silent awhile, then looked back outside. "It's better when you keep it refrigerated," Ken mumbled.

"What?"

"Roadkill. It gets hard, and then you get to chop it up with an axe..."

"You don't have an axe," Daisuke grinned.

"I do now." Ken turned and gave him another lazy, dead smile. Daisuke shook his head and rested his forehead against his knees, closing his eyes.

Ken walked over and dropped to the floor, then began crawling to him on his hands and knees. Daisuke lifted his head as Ken reached him, leaning forward over his knees to kiss Daisuke. Daisuke reached a hand up to rest on the back of Ken's head, holding him in place as he kissed him thoroughly. Ken bit down on his tongue and Daisuke let out a small whimper. Ken shoved Daisuke back onto the floor and gently crawled forward to lay over the boy, in between his sprawled legs. Ken shoved Daisuke's head back and Daisuke quickly complied, not wanting to get hurt again. He purred when Ken dragged long, sharp nails over his throat and one shoulder, then down the center of his chest. He tilted his head back even more, arching into Ken as the violet-haired boy reached around and dug his nails into his back. Daisuke let pleasure overtake him and opened his eyes to grin wickedly at the door behind him when Ken dragged his nails down his back.

"You sharpened them again," Daisuke growled.

"You didn't bleed last time."

"It feels so good, though," the redhead purred, shutting his eyes.

"It doesn't hurt?"

"A little bit."

"Then they aren't sharp enough," Ken growled, getting to his feet and standing over Daisuke, his feet on either side of Daisuke's waist. Daisuke grinned up at him playfully, crossing his arms over his chest.

"It's over already?"

Ken stepped over his head to walk to the fridge. "I'm going to check on my animal."

Daisuke tilted his head back to watch him walk away, upside down. He slowly turned to lie on his side, groaning and pawing at the floor.

Ken had left him unsatisfied like that the past few days. It had annoyed him immensely. He wondered if it was Ken's new mind game. He slowly rose from the floor and shuffled towards the window, peering out through the small crack that had formed after that blind had been lifted so often. There was nothing going on outside; the only thing he could see was the pitch black, opaque dark. He narrowed his eyes when he saw movement in one of the shadows. A woman was moving under a street lamp, heading in the opposite direction, down the sidewalk.

He recognized her as their neighbor, Mrs. Tsukiyono. She was probably headed to the drug house down the street. Needing a quick getaway from her life. Perhaps her husband caught her cheating on him? No, she wouldn't get caught. She was too quick for the moron. Why had she married him?

Daisuke grimaced at the thought and turned to walk into the kitchen, where he heard sounds of his psychotic boyfriend entertaining his disturbed mind.

"What are you doing?" he asked dryly, seating himself beside Ken.

Ken was threading a needle into and out of his skin, circling his palm. Blood was already trickling down his wrist and arm.

"What does it look like?" Ken asked, sounding happier than usual.

"You really can't feel pain, can you?" Daisuke asked, watching in morbid interest. He'd always found the vision of blood beautiful. Especially when it coated his beautiful boyfriend.

"Of course I can," Ken snapped, but then calmed down and grinned oddly. "But it feels good."

"Fucking masochist," Daisuke growled at him. He reached a hand out to smack Ken over the head and Ken raised his eyes to glare at Daisuke through locks of his violet-colored hair.

Daisuke stood and walked to the door. "I'm going out."

"When shall I expect you back?"

Daisuke ignored the question, pulling on his black hoodie. He yanked the bottom down over his waist and turned to the door.

"I'll have dinner ready when you get back," Ken called after him, returning his attention to the needle stuck in his flesh.

Daisuke turned to give Ken a last glance and half-grin. "Sorry, Ken, I don't eat human."