'Calm yourself, calm…' Mikuo thought, pacing in his bedchamber. The Machine's song had reached his ears, noting him of her approach. Her voice was like wind chimes, soft and tinkling.

"Where are you~?" her voice rang, making the King jump. He tried to open his mouth to answer, but no words came out. Chills ran down his spine, his whole body stiffening.

"I'm here, my Queen!" he finally called, almost retching in disgust. Even saying 'the Machine' was sickening, let alone calling her his queen. No, that was blasphemous and disgusting.

"In here~?" she sang, then the doors of his bedchamber swung open. The figure of a lean girl with pigtails appeared in the doorway, framed by an ivory light, "Oh, there you are." She smiled, flashing a pair of fangs.

"And here you are." Mikuo smiled in return, mentally puking, "You certainly aren't an eyesore, hmm?" And he was right. The Machine resembled him in so many ways, her teal hair, teal eyes, lanky frame, and pale skin.

"I say the same to you~" her voice became light, once again sounding like a wind chime. At that, she crossed the room, embracing the King. He stood ridged for a moment, his hands shaking.

'What is she trying to pull?' he yelled, wrapping his arms around the frail girl. It felt so weird, embracing the… thing that had killed his family, acquaintances, and subjects. Killed them all with furious abandon.

"It's funny though, isn't it?" she cooed, sliding a dagger out from her sleeve.

"What is?" Mikuo asked, breathing out into her ear. Suddenly, he felt a shake run up her spine. After a moment, she continued.

"That I'll be the last thing you'll ever see." And she plunged the weapon into the King's back. But as soon as the blade touched his smooth flesh, he disappeared. Reappearing a few feet away from her, he now had a sword clutched in his hand.

"Did you really think that would work?" he jeered, twirling the sword in his skilled hands. The Machine smiled right back, another dagger coming out from her other sleeve. Then he noticed something. A tattoo on her arm, in red. From where he was, he couldn't see what it said, but it fascinated him.

"Hmm, I didn't know that you would be able to fight!" She laughed, speeding towards him. He jumped out of the way, trying to fit in a strike as she dashed past. She quickly jumped up, slicing downwards with the blades. Holding his sword in front of his face, the daggers stopped as they hit the golden sword.

"And I thought you were better at fighting!" Mikuo laughed right back, swinging an uppercut. It hit her, slicing the front of her schoolgirl outfit. Also skimming across her skin, a sliver of a cut had blood trickling from it.

"I did kill everyone, didn't I~?" she cooed, the pain from the cut not affecting her. She also didn't seem to notice the fact that her clothing was falling off. She once again sped up to him, the back of her head exposed.

"Oh, I forgot about that." The King lied, then as she passed him, thrust the pommel of his sword into her head. The Machine moaned, then fell with a thud.

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ProfessorMeggles- Thanksuuuu! I like that about this story as well! There just isn't enough gore in MxM fanfics. I'll be sure to update often! ^w^