A/N: This is the warning. This chapter might not be suited for everyone. It's basically torture being done. Tomi isn't gonna be nice to Heth.

-Oxford - Saturday: Part 22-

Tomi laid Heth as if he was a small pitiful child on the table. He ran fingers across the man's cheek as he hums a very cheerful tone, if one listened carefully, they would know it was a slightly off sound to whistle why you work. His eyes glancing off and on at Kyoko her breathing seemed more steady but he really did have to finish this quickly. Humming he turned back towards Heth, "Sorry, you know how it is when you have a high-risk patient." One could almost say he was smiling if the look in his eyes were not so deadly. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out rolled up the piece of cloth, unrolling it to display several tolls as he laid them carefully near Heth's head. "Now, let's see what the problem is shall we?"

"Hey!" His eyes darted slightly towards the increasing loud woman hanging on the wall. While his family would never mistreat women unless they betrayed them or they had to be used for other means to get the information. They were unnatural kind to them. However, it wasn't his fault she was strapped to a wall, no more than it was his fault that the two other mice of Heth's were on the floor chained. His eyes darted back down towards Heth, "Hey! I'm talking to you!" she was struggling as he began his work to fully undress Heth. "Fine, pretend you can't hear me. Just release us already!"

"No." He said simply tossing the last remains of Heth's clothes off to the side, his eyes returning the man's own. He could see the confusion and hatred behind those eyes.

"What?" She couldn't believe what she heard, "Aren't you here to save us?" The anger in her voice, the fact she even had a will to live and fight for her freedom. His eyes darted back towards the woman but again, he felt nothing. She wasn't worthy in his eyes for his care or affection. She was just another person in the world and he could do without her as much as the next person.

'"You are simply collateral damage." His eyes darting back towards Heth's as his fingers danced along his medical tools, "How much collateral damage you desire to be is completely up to you little fly." His eyes darted slightly towards the women near the bed, a low growl as they got to close to the bed causing them to quickly back away. "You see, only two things in this room matter, this man." He said running a hand down Heth's chest down his stomach spreading his fingers, "and my Hana."

The woman stared at him clearly in disbelief as he pulled out one of his many scalpels from within his kit. Well, really all that were in his kit were scalpels and clamps, though he did have other little tools to help him with the skills his Uncle Boris had taught him. That he himself had refrained. "What are you going to do to him?" Again he paid no mind to the fly on the wall as he leaned over Heth's face.

"Have you ever heard of the Red Shinigami?" He could see the way his eyes widen slightly and a grin played across his lips even if it wasn't able to be seen due to his mask "Yes, I suppose you have. He's pretty famous in the dark world." He chuckled "He taught me very well though. From such a young age, I sometimes think I was cutting into people before I even knew how to walk." He said carefully trailing the scalpel down the center of his chest all the way down to his navel. "He likes them screaming, claims it's like music" his pulled back some as he twirled another scalpel in his hand. "I am of course a bit rusty but we'll take a look inside and make sure everything is in working order." He laughed as he pulled the scalpel this time deeper, he closed his eyes slightly as he pulled it downwards, he could hear the whimpers and the oh my god from the woman as he reached in and pulled the flesh away. He reached up clamping the skin back as he looked back into the man's eye, he had passed out.

"No fun..." he said pulling off the medical gloves and tossing them off to the side of his kit, he pulled out another pair before making his way back towards Kyoko. His knuckles softly trailing across her cheek as he checked on her, the marks on her body were old but he knew that she would not have shown an ounce of pain, or at least very little pain. If one watched the signs carefully she would have likely been nursing it as much as possible without giving anything away. One would need a knee eye to know this though, she was if nothing else a wonderful actress, the Fuwas had raised her to hide her pain remarkably well and he had finished by teaching her how to control her mind. Yet it didn't stop him from understanding that perhaps that was not the best way to teach someone even if hands on was how he had been taught.

"She wouldn't want us to suffer" his eyes darted once more towards the fly before looking away from her, "You know I'm right." The woman was actually pretty brilliant trying to use what his one clear weakness was in this room against him. However, what she didn't understand was that he had put her through far worse, that he had allowed far worse to happen to her because of his own desires, his own selfishness.

"You may be correct but as she is not telling me this herself." His eyes held the grin that his face didn't show, "I can only work for myself." He covered her once more before laying his forehead against hers, his voice dropping low enough that no one else would hear him and perhaps not even Kyoko herself. "The sun will shine into our yard too." He reached up his knuckles touching against her cheek again, "and for that to happen, I will assure he can never harm you again." Though in many ways, he doubted the man would be able to ever harm another soul in the way he had been doing for so long. "I need a saw," he said standing up, "this is a construction site" he paid no mind to three pairs of wide eyes on him. His eyes turned quickly to take everything in around him before his eyes seemed to flash once more, "Yes, yes you're very right." No one had said anything as he placed a hand on his chin for a moment, "Well we'll just have to do it the hard way..." his eyes darted back towards the man on the table for a moment. "Well, it's not like he has to actually lose the limb I suppose." He knew that he was unsettling the three women but for a moment one could say he was lost in his own insanity and who really wanted to try and snap him out of it as he moved back towards Heth, pausing for just a moment. "Right... we need you awake for this." He said reaching into his pocket and pulling out another needle "Though I do recommend not moving. It'll only make it worse." He took Heth's arm tapping it some before sticking the needle in. "I must remember to be ever so careful, this isn't exactly a medical drug" he chuckled.

Two things hit Heth as he was being dragged across the room, towards his own table. First, he was dealing with someone who was more fucked up than his own Young Master. No, his Young Master might be insane but it was a calm insanity that echoed around the edges of the room and Heth was hardly scared of someone who he could understand. This man before him, he was having a hard time understanding, there was no real reason for him to be staying here. He was here for the girl and yet he was being laid down upon his own table. He could feel every little movement, he wasn't exactly being gentle, his mind kept flashing to how he had been with the other women. These were the same sort of movements that he himself would have done to them.

He wanted to scream at this Todd Damon that if he didn't take that girl out of here, she would just die anyway. Yet, he had paused his movements and Heth had thought that perhaps he would indeed be moving away quickly to take care of her. He was mistaken, he simply said something about her being a high-risk patient and that threw him. 'Doesn't he care about her?' He watched as the scalpel moved in front of his eyes for a moment, before disappearing, he felt the scratch like moving from between his pecks down to his navel, it hurt but it wasn't that bad. He had done far worse to those he was teaching and he wanted to laugh but then he moved pulling another one swirling them between his fingers. That was when he understood the second thing about this Todd Damon, this man was nowhere near done and one right after the other he felt them digging deeper into his flesh, he felt how he carefully tore open his chest, how he moved for something and then the world went black from the pain.

Heth had no idea how long he had been passed out but when he returned back the first thing he understood was the pain that echoed down his chest, the second thing he understood was he could move but moving hurt. Likely because his chest was wide open, he reached up to remove the clamps before he felt his hand being smacked. His eyes darted towards the man, red eyes that were glowing, the laughter that echoed around him. Sent chills behind his spine and he found himself slightly frozen as he looked at the man. "Why?"

Heth noticed what he thought was a surprise that was slowly taken over by anger and he realized too late his mistaken in asking that question. Todd Damon's grabbed his hand, a scalpel in hand and he began to cut carefully until he had enough to put two fingers inside his skin, the amount of the blood, his screams as he tried to pull away, mindless of the fact that his chest was opened as he tried to break free but the act had called a pull, tearing of his flesh as he fell off the table, the pain sent a waves of nauseous he felt like he was going to throw out. His hand fell to his stomach, pleased to see that nothing was falling out, why wasn't anything falling out? He didn't know he didn't care as he heard the footsteps coming around the table.

"Why? You asked why?" His voice was far to calm. Heth came to understand something about Todd Damon was a psychopath. The fact he wasn't at Kyoko's side, the so-called woman he came to save. Meant it wasn't so much that he cared it was the fact that she was his and he dared go after something that belonged to him. He knelt down touching the side of his face, Heth could feel his blood trailing down his cheek. "She's mine." He said simply "but it's alright. I understand you are just sick." Todd Damon tilted his head as if he was pitying him. Heth found himself being picked up by his shoulders and tossed back onto the table. "Don't scream, It'll only make things worse." Heth's eyes widen as he realized those were his own words to the women and the laughter coming from the one on the wall echoed around him.

Heth shook his head, "Please... don't... don't do this. I got money, I got power and influence!" he did remember to keep his voice down but he wasn't sure if he was really doing so or the blood loss but a finger on his lip with him being hushed.

Todd Damon shook his head slightly as he began to once again cut into his arm, little by little he realized that he was losing feeling in that hand, and he sighed slightly in relief. That was when he switched side, he winced as he once again felt his bad arm being taken. "Someone got you didn't they. Tell me who was it?"

Heth couldn't believe what he was being asked, as the man twirled one of his scalpels between his fingers looking at his opened arm, the skin had been peeled back and he wasn't even sure how the hell he hadn't passed out by now. The pain he was felling from one limb no longer a problem but the other limb, his chest, they were screaming for this all to end. He was about to ask why but changed his mind. He had been warned not to scream, of course, he had screamed but he had been choking down most of it. Every time he screamed, he had dug a little further into his flesh, no muscle, towards the bones, and the biggest fear he had right now was him nicking an artery or something. "An actor..." his voice felt sore but he hadn't done anything to his throat that he could remember. Todd Damon eyes narrowed slightly stabbing right down into his arm. "REN TSUGURA!" he screamed in pain but he didn't bother to remove his scalpel at all from his arm and Heth moved his other hand only to release he wasn't able to move his fingers. His eyes widen in fear.

He felt his fingers where the scalpel was located and they felt stiff. "Still feeling in there I see." He said simply as his eyes darted back towards Kyoko for a moment. "Excuse me for a moment." He said pulling his gloves off once more. Heth made a motion to say something but the gloves ended up being shoved down his mouth and Todd Damon placed his finger to his lips hushing him once more before walking away. He turned watching as he lowered himself down on the bed, his ungloved hand touching the side of Kyoko's face.

Tomi could tell it was time, it was time to move her she was stable and that was important. Yet before he did that there was one last thing he had to do. He placed his forehead against Kyoko's once more, knowing that she couldn't possibly be aware but she was stable he could feel it and if that buzz in his pocket wasn't a sign he wasn't sure what was. There would only be two people right now who would bother him, Kuon and Reino. He pulled away from his knuckles once more touching the side of her face, 'Now to make the last little payment my little Hana' standing up he made his way towards Heth, reaching into his pockets and pulling on another pair of gloves.

"You cannot be serious..." He paid no mind to the fly on the wall but he was sure even she wouldn't mind this final little part. "You know, I might of just let you go with this..." he motioned at him carefully for a moment, he was cut open, skilled pulled away. Nerves in one hand were completely cut never to be used again, or at least not with some high medical care. The other arm, the one that his little Kuon had broken, well that would never work the same way again. "No, perhaps not actually." He said this more like an afterthought as he placed a hand on Heth's thigh leaning between his legs. "Now you see, you need to be very careful. We wouldn't want you to bleed out." He reached over grabbing the scalpel that was still buried in his arm, his scream this time muffled not that Heth could see his frown but he snarled all the same. This time he stabbed him this time right into his anus "I said not to scream" his low growl not that Heth seemed to want to listen to him. Though he supposed in fairness a blade up the ass was not exactly the best course of action, there was a lot that could go wrong but he was careful, he knew exactly where to stab that wouldn't kill him, tears happened down there all the time. He reached over grabbing another scalpel his displeasure once again crossing his eyes as he shoved that one into his stomach, he heard him groan in pain almost as if he was kicked again making sure that he would live through this. That for him was important, he didn't know what the Ankou wanted him for but he rather not have to deal with them any more than he absolutely had too.

Pulling the blade free he patted him on the hip slightly, "Now as I was saying, this is going to hurt but I need you to be a big boy and not scream." His eyes flashed red and he saw the look of horror, he had broken the man enough. He wouldn't move but just to be careful "Moving will be very bad for your health." Then he began the very painful process of removing his penis. He held it up in his hands for a moment before setting it across his stomach. He then pulled off his glove and grabbed his lighter, his eyes darting to the stack of papers before grabbing them and setting them on fire, he didn't care what was on it. As he placed that against his flesh it was a painful process and Heth screamed the whole time. "You are making this very difficult you know," he said simply using the one glove he still had to shove the man's own dick into his mouth. "Now shut up" he growled as he began to light more pieces of paper, and began to use this to close all the open wounds. His screams were finally muffled. Once done he looked towards the fly on the wall noticing how pale she looked, the horror that was on her face.

"Does she know?"

Tomi pulled off his last gloved pulling out a small baggy and began to clean up the mess before shoving it into his pocket. Hisfingerprintsrints wouldn't be here and that was all that mattered. He carefully scooped up Kyoko looking down at her, "She has an idea what I am."

"And?"

"She doesn't fear me." His eyes turned towards her "Why you little fly do." With that he turned making his way towards the door, "I'm sure the police will be here soon."