I'm trying to make higher quality chapters at a faster pace (I just got broken up with soooo, I have a lot of time on my hands now! :D... *tear*)

Anyways! I'm probably gonna regret this decision, but I am going to try to upload a chapter every week- wish me luck

To continue!

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Add had a big night planned.

And he hated it.

He hated himself.

Add changed out of his normal uniform and replaced it with pure black robes. He was trying to take his mind off everything when really he just wanted to hide away from all his problems. But even just trying to put on his damned robe frustrated him to no end. He tore the silken material over his head and threw it across the room with a guttural growl, barring his teeth at something so trivial.

He realized what was happening to him and sighed as he collapsed on his bed.

He could not do this, but the part that killed him the most was he had to.

Add snuck out of his room (not a job that would challenge a shadow with all of the team members off doing their own things) in nothing but a loose pair of black pants that were fitted at the bottom. He soon found himself brought to the nearby woods by his boundless feet. Add had only one goal in mind: to get to a calm place.

Because that is something that Add would do.

Yeah, no.

Add's sole purpose in entering the vicinity of the outdoors which he tried to avoid as much as possible was to release his anger. He came to his victim, a poor, innocent Oaktree, and punched it with the force of all his troubles with a cry of anguish. His body began to shake from the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He kept punching, alternating fists, until his voice became raspy from his screams and his legs could not hold him anymore. Add collapsed onto the tree, holding himself up with the last of his strength.

"Something on your mind?" a sly voice asked from behind Add.

He let out a breath and let himself sit on the ground, leaning against the tree. His hair was stuck to his sweat covered face and his bare chest glistened in the sunlight as it heaved up and down with his breaths making him look like his own paradox twin; whereas Add was usually clean cut and detail oriented this Add was sporadic and unpredictable.

"What do you want Masako," Add demanded, pink eyes fixed onto her own.

Masako was pretty, and the worst part was that she knew it. She knew it and she used it to her advantage. Her auburn hair radiated in the sun and her forest green eyes danced in excitement when she expressed her deviant side—and right now her eyes sparkled with even more enthusiasm than they normally would. She placed her manicured hands on her tiny waist.

By her polished look you could not blind yourself to the fact that she never did her own dirty work.

"You know I love to check up on my favorite little minion," she held a deceptive smile on her face as always that did nothing to mask the words escaping past the grin her plump lips had formed.

Add was disinterested in her games, "Only when you want something. What is it?" his voice cut through the air like a fallen icicle.

She slunk her way towards Add, touching his chest, pushing him further against the tree. She whispered into his ear, "I want you Add."

Add smiled darkly, his aura blackened, "Oh Masako..." He leaned towards her and buried his face in her vanilla scented hair. He returned her sultry whisper with his own, "You disgust me."

Suddenly, Masako snapped. She grunted as she slammed Add back into the tree and away from her. He did nothing but smile at her. The angel's face then morphed into a monster's. Masako grew horns and fangs that matched well with her scowl. She hissed as her perfect hourglass body became hunched and scrawny and she grew immense claws where her perfect nails had been. Her hair fell away in clumps as the whites of her eyes filled in with blood red.

The hideous nature of the woman's heart had been personified.

Masako was a demon. To be exact, Masako was a succubus, a succubus that did not handle rejection well.

Her voice squawked out, "Do you know the things I could do to you!"

Add had found a new part of himself; he felt a power pushed forward by rage. "I'm sorry, are you still speaking sexually or threateningly?" he stated curtly.

The demon screamed in fury. She surged at Add and grabbed him, brandishing him with her claws leaving red gashes on his chest. Add groaned in pain.

But then, monster turned back into flawless angel and screeching changed to laughter, horrible, maniacal laughter. Masako seemed to have remembered one crucial thing.

Add was nothing more than a weak human.

He was weak to one person.

And Masako knew exactly how to manipulate that.

She sucked a deep breath in to calm her laughter. Add was breathing in a short, rapid, pace, body shaking from blood loss. Masako, after sobering up from her outburst, looked down at Add's blood stained chest. "Oh, did I do that? I'm sorry baby," she gave him a toothy smile, "You know how I can be when I get mad," she dragged her finger down his gashed chest making Add cringe.

The pink eyed man sucked in a painful breath. "You should have just submitted to me you know Add. It would have made things so much easier," Masako finished her monologue with a kiss to Add's chest.

Add groaned at her touch, but he could not defend himself in his current state. "I will never submit to you," he growled, a fire blazing in his eyes.

"Oh Add," Masako chuckled, "You seem to be forgetting," she breathed into his ear, "You have no fucking choice."

Her plaster smile fell away and revealed her rarely viewed glower. She stood up to look down upon him, "Your precious Aisha will be nothing more than a weeping pile after all the men under my control get through with her. Oh I won't kill her, but I will make sure that she wishes she were dead."

Masako began to saunter away. She never even turned back to Add as she left him with these words, "You better go bandage up Add. Big night."

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After he bandaged himself up, Add went to the woods. Everything was already set up. He perched himself in a tree, an aching in his heart as he waited. The cloaked figure was only detectable by his glowing eyes; the night was equally as dark giving off only hints of shining moonlight.

For Aisha the night was full of life as she was able to dance with every firefly and smiled at every hooting owl.

For Add the night was just a cold, dark embrace that mocked him with every passing second. He felt so alone.

The flash of the dynamos went off; they detected Aisha's movement and began playing back the hologram he programmed them with. He did not care to watch the pixels anymore, he had already spent too many painful hours making the program and having to view himself with another woman.

No. He would much rather watch at a different vision now.

He knew that this was going to be his last time to get to look into Aisha's eyes. He only wished that it did not have to be like this.

He watched her beautiful pale face, illuminated by moonlight that too wished to touch her rosy cheeks. But as soon as he saw the heartbreak upon her face, Add felt a deep tear inside of him. He wanted to call it all off, but he needed to protect her.

Add could not risk Aisha's safety even if it meant keeping her. He knew she would find someone else, even if the idea felt like a knife in his back, because anyone that would not have Aisha was a fool.

Painfully, he could only sit back and watch, fists clenched so rough on the tree his palms bled, as Aisha fell to the ground. He was through holding back! He could not handle seeing his beloved like this.

Aisha ran, barely holding herself together, and Add felt relieved. Empty and relieved. "At least she's safe from me now," Add told himself.

He jumped down from his branch and stared down the road Aisha had taken. A part of him wished that she would turn back. A part of Aisha still wished that Add loved her.

She did turn back. She stared down the trail and saw her favorite shade of pink. Add blinked a few times in disbelief as breath taking purple stared back at him.

A few seconds passed, then a minute.

Then an eternity, or at least it felt like one as the two turned away from each other and ignored the other's pastel presence, writing it off as a vision of longing. The part of them that never wanted to see the other took over.