A/N: Yeah, I was debating how Reino would stay out of the battle, seeing as he's not a fighter [or a lover let's be honest] and I sometimes get the toddlers calling me by video chat/call. So I was like you know what, let's do that. So Yep Tomi, is going to be lead by a ghost, through a video call with Reino because that just seems like a ton of fun to me and plus he'll be getting more than up close shots of eyes and ceilings.

-Oxford - Saturday: Part 20-

The inside of the hospital was rather clean, or at least it was attempted to seem clean. Rooms filled with desks, chairs and file cabinets that cast shadows into the hallways. The litter on the floor was simply pieces of paper but even they looked reasonably clean. There were signs of people likely using this for a hangout, most likely teens with the graffiti on the walls. Though it seemed someone had come in at one point to paint over them, only for new pieces to appear. Even with these signs, it was clear someone had come in to pick up from time to time. The real sign that there was likely work being done or people here was the strips of power cords leading from the outside and down the halls. All to plug in little hanging torches not that any of them were on.

"Keep her in sight." Tomi took it in good faith and turned the camera right and left until Reino said stopped and then allowed his eyes trail once against the rooms of the hospital. He paused in his steps as he closed his eyes, trying to pick up any voices but he could not hear anyone. However, the strong sound of humming surrounded him, opening his eyes he looked once more towards the power cords. He understood at once, that wherever they were inside, they were taken power from these cords. "Todd Damon?" His cousin's voice seemed worried for a moment and he chuckled.

"Am I being that scary to you?" He knew from experience that Reino would only ever refer to him as Todd Damon when he was truly scarying him. Though he couldn't figure out exactly what he had done yet to scare the young man but it wasn't as if he was wrong in this either. He couldn't allow himself to be the weaker part of himself, he had to be willing to release everything that made him a demon.

Reino didn't respond to his question, "She's pointing at the stairs, on the right."

"You do realize how insane this looks?" Reino again was silent, "Following the dead, I can't see, by a video chat, why did you not wish to join me it would make it so much easier."

Reino sighed after a moment, "I'm not a fighter." He chuckled low but he could almost see his little cousin shivering as he did so.

"You are not much of a lover either" He kept his voice much lower as he came around the corner towards the stairs. Again turning the fed so that his cousin could see where his little ghost was heading. Part of him knew that if he didn't have his own powers, his own gifts, he would never have believed in the thoughts of ghosts or spirits. The very fact, that he did have that kept him from closer to sanity, instead of the insanity that he felt he should logically be feeling at the moment.

"I've had plenty of lovers." There was almost an annoyance in his voice as if daring him to say otherwise and a small smile that was real and unseen by his cousin played across his features. "Wait, she wants to check if it's clear."

"Perhaps, but I don't count the dead." He heard the groan on the line and knew that was exactly who his cousin was referring too when he had said it.

"You don't have room to talk." In many ways he was correct, the idea of love was not something taught to him. To care about anything or anyone that didn't benefit the family was frown upon, he was created and born to kill and maim. His eyes darted towards the stairs for a moment.

"I'm an artist." The huff, on the other side of his phone, made it clear to him that the sort of artist that was crossing his cousin's mind was close enough to what he himself thought. He created masterpieces, that's what his father always said. To cut and bleed a man, to make a man want death all so that the pain would end. The true nature of a man was formed during those moments, each man was different, each man required a special skill to turn and bend and dance the way you wanted them too. Neither of them was delusional about this.

"She's back and she waving you forward." He paused for a moment, his eyes moving once more towards the power cords leading towards the basement of the hospital. He had an idea of what he was going to find down there.

"Get the actual directions from here, Reino. I want numbers and basic locations. Tell her."

Heth had watched almost disinterested as they brought her in, carefully as if she was made of glass. The notion of it was stupid in his mind. It wasn't as if the girl was going to live much longer. Without the Toad, refusing to come and fix the little problem that was made from to much juice in her system. Well it was all just a matter of time and he was not going to let the Young Master get her in the end. This was his poperty he saw her first, he desired her first, and the only reason that the Young Master even wanted her was as punishment for letting that Ren Tsugura get away. As if he could have done anything from where he sat because of the police idea of Witness Protection.

His fingers tapped against the table as he waited for them to leave, the eyes looking and forth before looking once more towards the man. "Are you sure about this? I mean..." their eyes darted back to the girl "She belongs to the Young Master.. it could make things worse." His smiled widen.

"It could make it better, the blood pumping faster could just as well push the poison out." The doubt was there but it was clear neither of them knew much about such things. Yes, he would be making sure her heart pumped faster, he heard the last moments of death were extremely painful and the idea of getting off as her body screamed it's last moments of pain was already turning him on. As the door shut the woman on his wall spoke.

"You are a sick bastard, you are just going to kill her faster."

"Yet you said nothing while they were here." She winced slightly at the thought that he was correct but they both knew that she had become fearful of his blades and had no problem making her a dartboard, with actual darts. The men here were rather useful in helping to ease his boredom. The two women on his floor, one still trying to deal with the pain he already gave her while the other seemed more bent on making herself as small and invisible as possible. Standing up he made his way towards his bed, looking down at her form. If it wasn't for the shallow and painful breaths that she made he would almost think she was sleeping. Leaning forward her trailed his fingers down the side of her face, waiting for any slight movement, any reaction at all and there was none "You remind me of someone..." he said with a grin, "One of my favorite pets..." having her right now, right here with him. He didn't feel the inner rage he had up to that point. So he pushed off the thought that it was one of those rare women he couldn't break, dead on the inside as on the outside. No, she had to be one of those who had fought him but had shown some signs of learning like the one that was on the wall, now. Those were his favorites, he spent more time with them breaking them in. Though they did make things a lot harder when he just wanted a quick fix. For that, those two like on the floor were perfect.

He ran his thumb across her lips before pulling away and hitting her hard across the face, her head snapped with the hit, the trail of blood from her busted lip all made it clear. Either she was truly unable to respond, which is what he was hoping for or she was a perfect little doll the fact that she made not a single sound let him believe that she was unable to response, his past experience said no matter how much a doll was a doll, they could always help the reaction to pain. Leaning forward he kissed her softly but again there was no response and he could feel the bubble of anger rising inside of him. Closing his eyes he calmed himself, take the collar of her dress he tore it and ran his hand down the side of her body. "Lady Kyoko" he couldn't help the grin that played across his lips at the bruises that were starting to turn color. "We'll have to make sure this matches the other woman." He stood up opening the door.

"Come here" he snapped, one of the guards rushed forward, he turned on his heel and pointed at the Kyoko. "Take pictures," he said simply and the man fumbled for his phone clearly not sure exactly what he was supposed to be doing but doing it regardless. Heth turned her onto her side having the man take the pictures of her back before allowing her to fall back again on her back. "Let me see them," He said after a moment and the man handed him his phone as he moved the images across the screen, not all of them were good and he shot the man a look. "We need these to match the ones you are going to give that woman. Do it over and do it right this time." He snapped and the man nodded his head once more before quickly set to work. No matter if she was going to die soon or not, the body would have to be sent to the Young Master. That meant the other one would have to still take this girl's place. 'Shame really, they lose close enough to be sisters.'

After the pictures had been taken he sent the man on his way, only to pause for a moment, "Discard the rest of the flowers. We won't be taken them with." The man's eyes darted towards the two on the ground and the one on the wall for a moment, "That one will be coming with us." He said looking up towards the one on the wall for a moment before his eyes darted towards the other two, "I'm not sure yet about these two... but the others. Remove them." He waved the man off and he nodded his head before setting off to do what he had been told.

"You can't be serious..." his eyes shot towards the woman on his wall and he grinned once more, "You are beautiful and you are learning. You'll be a wonderful flower. One that will need a far more suitable name." He stepped towards her reaching out to touch her face, "Maybe I will keep you for myself. Yet that depends if we can keep that spark in you alive while making you truly beautiful" He said reaching in and shoving a finger into one of her open cut marks causing her to cry out. "I so wish that the little lady would be able to make such beautiful sounds... but that's alright." He grinned as he turned away. "It's more important to destroy what the Young Master wants." He laughed "of course he may want you in the end and I assure you. I'm the nice one."