K-F-P: I am so so sorry for the wait, I honestly did not mean to take so long to update this fic huggles all of her reviewers… backs away cautiously from the angry ones I know this is short but I plan to have another chapter out soon… I just don't know how soon sweatdrop

Chapter 11

"You are just too pretty. I simply must have a picture of you." The man stated as he snapped a couple of pictures of the young blonde from each different angle.

"You're insane." The boy growled as best he could in his weakened state.

The man's weathered gray eyes darkened in anger. He was not one to take being insulted lightly. "That might be so, but at least I'm not the one tied down about to be fucked so hard into strangling one's self." He hissed.

Omi surveyed the situation, knowing what the man had said was true, for every time he would even slightly move his arm or his leg it put a strain on the cord causing it to pull tighter around his throat.

Omi had been counting down the days that he had been here, the man for some strange reason had posted a day-by-day calendar, allowing Omi to see what day it was. The blue-eyed assassin was curious, yet relieved, as to why the man hadn't done away with him yet. It was February 13th, according to his research he should have been dead, his cold body waiting for someone to find.

"Shouldn't I be dead by now?" The question spilled from his lips before he could gain control on what he had meant to say. The teen was as curious as a kitten and had a must-know-everything complex to uphold. He figured if he was to die then it was only a given that he should know why his research had apparently failed him and why the man had chosen him.

"Are you really that eager for a taste of the underworld, pet?" The man asked, amusement clearly portrayed in his mannerisms.

"That's not what I meant." An icy-glare found the man, "I've researched you, Gozonbro-san, according to the autopsy reports you're victims were all raped and murdered at the exact tween of the twelfth and thirteenth of February. Then found the afternoon of the Thirteenth, bodies already chilled from the lack of life. I must say though, you clean your tracks well, considering you're still a bother to the public." The man wore a look of surprise; he did not expect the kid to know so much. Omi continued, if he was going to die then he wanted answers, and this seemed to be the only way to get them. "I'm curious to figure out how you managed to do that in such a short period of time… While we're on the topic of questions I have another one for you… Why me?"

"What makes you think I'm going to answer you're petty questions?" The man scoffed, "And what do you mean 'why me'? Why not you?" He said returning the boy's glare.

"Why did you pick me? If I'm gonna die I would at least like to know why. All you're previous victims were alike, they all had the same seductive lure about them and I know I sure as hell do not, so I'm curious to know what made you chose me."

"You're right, you're look is not what I'd normally go for. But you have something different and I'm curious to know what it is. You hold a more innocent appearance, but with something underneath. This case was a little more personal though, an acquaintance of mine told me of you and you're enigmatic eyes. When he described you're eyes to me I knew I had to have you."

"So why am I not dead yet?"

"Like I said, you're a special case. I couldn't let you die the same day as the others because you are not the same as the others. You will have a day of your very own. You have taken note to what day tomorrow is, haven't you?"

K-F-P: Short, ne?