Hey everyone, here is the next chapter! It is a bit violent, you have been warned.

Also to the people who emailed me, I am not sure if this is going to be a romance or not, I was kind of thinking of making it about perverted obsession, thoughts?

Also thank you to the two people who reviewed this chapter!( especially Jpans S) This one is for you!

~Thinking~

"Speaking"

Sins of the Mind

Chapter Two:

The cool liquid swirled around the glass cylinder, causing the immersed chunks of ice to gently clink against the clear edges in an almost offbeat musical fashion, the unofficial conductor for the out of tune symphony was a woman, who was periodically alternating between swirling the drink in her glass and checking the time on the cafes dated and out of fashion cuckoo clock.

~ I will never understand why she likes this place, quaint she calls it, ha! I would call it more tacky than anything, But Makoto likes it so oh well, where is she anyway? She is never normally late like this, could something have happened....."

The seated and waiting female felt her muscles snap to an unbidden attention at the thought of anything befalling the tardy person she was so willing to wait for. Years of experience and memories of tragedy began to flood her muscles with adrenaline and a shivering tautness, waiting to be unleashed at the slightest sign of trouble.

~Calm down, there's no reason to get fired up, there is nothing that could hurt her now, Usagi-Chan made sure of that~

Still, her muscles refused to relax and continued to quiver with an unreleased tension, seemingly in anticipation for an invisible and unnapearing fight. In an attempt to stave of the violent urges that where enveloping her body, the woman closed her eyes and began the soothing action of massaging her temples, hoping that the physical sensation would force her body to relax.

" Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to be late but work was super busy! Then on the way here I saw this super hot guy who I swear looked JUST like my old sempai"

The seated woman stopped the futile attempt of massaging the tension out of her body, as the simple sound of the familiar apologetic voice had drained every ounce of unbridled anticipation out of her body. Slightly slanted almond shaped eyes opened up, revealing deep aubergine irises, the colour seeming to defy the rest of the woman's traditional Japanese features.

" I really am sorry Rei-Chan"

The woman addressed smiled slightly up at her friend, whom standing was towering over Rei's petite seated figure. With a graceful flick of her hand Rei dismissed the apology.

" There is no need for apology Mako-Chan, you are here now that's all that matters, have a seat and let's order!"

"Hai!"

Makoto sat herself opposite her friend, watching Rei as she unfurled her long lean legs. It never ceased to amaze Makoto that even after years of being friends with Rei fighting alongside her, she still managed to amaze with her unrealistic elegance and striking beauty. Unbidden Youji's earlier comments inserted themselves into the brunettes thoughts and with them came an unrestrained giggle.

~Youji and Rei-chan now THAT would be interesting, though wholly impossible considering Rei's abandonment issues, stupid father of hers! But I mean Fraud said that girls are attracted to men like their fathers so maybe..... Oh the babies would be so cute! I could even make the wedding cake......~

Rei raised her eyes from examining the menu and arched a single questioning brow, as she watched Makoto's green eyes glaze over with a dreamy and content expression, her pink lips parting to allow her a wistful sigh.

"Care to share?"

"Oh Nothing I was just thinki......."

Makoto's admission of the impossible wedding plan for Rei her womaniising co-worker was rudely interrupted by a high pitched whine, accompanied by the shriek of shattering glass and the forceful back draft of an explosion that sent Makoto slamming over the table and into Rei, her hand landing on the condensation covered glass in front of her ebony haired comrade. Makoto released a pained scream as she felt her skin give in to the glasses sharpness, as it pierced her flesh, crunching through her hands fragile bones.

Makoto whimpered painfully as she rolled of Rei, noting that thankfully Rei had sustained no damage from whatever had just occurred. The relief Makoto had felt was washed away by the horror her eyes took in. Her face paled and her body turned clammy at the grisly sight. The café was in a bloody mess of broken chairs upturned tables and bloody confusion. Patrons whom had chosen to sit themselves by the cafes scenic window panes to breath in the peace of the impending evenings that would suffice in easing away the days stress, where drawing breath no longer, shattered glass had sliced through jugulars and arterial veins allowing steaming gushes of hot blood to pump out of severed throats that where hanging limply to a barely attached heads .

"Makoto we need to call the police, this is......"

Makoto didn't seem to hear Rei or even notice her sprint off to find a phone as she stood transfixed by the grotesque turmoil around her. Some limbs of the former patron's still twitched with a false life,even though they belonged to death glazed eyes, reminding Makoto of a rat that had been caught in a trap a neck snapped in two, even though it was gone, it still furtively clung to an impossible life.

Makoto's body seemed to process what her mind could not, that she needed to get away, however with her mind still numb from the gruesome scene surrounding her, the coordination she had always counted, that came as second nature, was absent, causing her to clumsily stumble back and trip over her upturned chair, landing her face first next to a dead man, whose stomach had been pierced by the shattered glass rupturing his gut, allowing a steaming pile of grey intestines to slither out, lined with lacerations they showed his partially digested food infused with stomach acid,the man's grotesque peep-show was perfumed by the acrid bitter scent of his blood.

Makoto could take no more, she painfully splayed her hands seemingly unaware of her own blood that was now seeping out of her agony ridden hand that was still laced with chunks of glass. She opened her mouth and vomited, again and again, all semblance of grace and beauty she had ever possessed, gone as her stomachs sick mingled with the dead man's intestines and blood , saliva and stomach bile began dribbling down her chin in a foul smelling line.

Again her bodies instincts took over and she attempted to escape the carnage, slipping in her own sick that was now congealing with the dead man's innards and still warm blood. Ignoring the vile smelling testament of death that had started to stain her clothes, Makoto continued to vainly try to stumble forward. Suddenly her legs where no longer touching the blood covered ground, as strong warm arms bundled her up within their embrace taking her away from the sickening expose of death and near decapitation.

Gently she was deposited next to the line of remaining café survivers who where being administered medical attention by ambulance officers for minor scratches and bruises, as well as being questioned by police. Their faces all still pale with shock as they attempted to understand what had just transpired.

"Makoto, are you all right? Talk to me"

Her eyes flickered to her rescuers face.

~Ken-Kun, what was he doing here?~

Upon closer inspection of the still gathering spectators, the faces of all her co-workers where visible, for some reason though, this unusual occurrence did not perturb her in the slightest, in fact she could not even bring herself to care. Her body did not even process that Rei had already returned and was currently stroking her hair and whispering gentle reassurance into her ears, as tepid blood leaked from her throbbing hand and dripped onto the pavement.

" I think she is in shock, good god look at that hand! It needs attention! MEDIC MEDIC over here!"

Makoto continued to stare blankly at the crowd, as her co-worker and friend worried over her, eyes tracing the steadily increasing throng of curious and shocked bystanders all intent on finding out what had happened, eyes changing from affronted disgust to hungry curiosity. Another familiar face appeared in Makoto's line of vision, the smirking trench coat clad man from earlier, face still showing that anamalistic smirk, his gaze fixed to the gruesome death scene of the café, demeanour reeking of perverse satisfaction and sinful enjoyment. His faced turned away from the travesty unfolding, to Makoto, taking in her shock riddled form and dull eyes. He began licking his lips in an almost sensual manner, face filling with a sick anticipation, before turning his back on the scene that had caused him so much delight,and walking away.

Yahoo done, I hope that scene was done ok, what exactly happened will be explained in the next chapter, hope the death and stuff was written ok, I'm not much good with blood and I had to type this an an hour because I have exams at the moment so when I have free time I will come back and make it better!:P a anyhow thoughts and suggestions always appreciated!

Love Regina