The sun's rays, and also, mercenaries, slither through the shades drawn across the wide window in my room and march along the wall, casting shadows, until at last, they reach my still form.

Attacking me with their bright artillery, they stain my skin yellow, and warm my numb body.

It's the morning, and I find myself tangled in sheets, while blindly trying to pry open tightly shut eyes.

A rumbling and low emission of victory emerges from my throat as a bright white floods my vision, and my pupils are bombarded with light.

I'm awake.

Surprised I managed to find sleep, despite the happenings of last night, I slap a hand to my face, as if to animate my blank features.

On cue, my mouth opens wide, into a gaping yawn, and my arms reach above my head, like branches, while I stretch.

The lengthening of my body caused a few scabbed-over cuts on my chest to peel apart, and I feel that slight pain.

Brushing the strands of scarlet hair from my face, I glance down at my marred chest.

I remember now, more vividly, the anger in which I impulsively acted upon last night.

I sigh, and bring my gaze up, towards the ceiling, lost in prayer, or rather, hopeful cries of mercies, to deliver me from this.

Waiting a few moments, to see if anything would happen, but noticing nothing out of the ordinary, I close my eyes, and rest my chin in the palm of my hand.

I'm hopeless.

Freezing my body in this pose, for in my mind's eye I envisioned myself as the epitome of a Lost Cause, I hear the silence of my room, broken, by nothing but my soft breathing and the wicked beating of my heart.

Knock.

Knock.

Pause.

Knock.

I lifted my head and turned to look expectantly at the door, my curiousity peaked.

Who would be requesting my presence at such an early hour?

I shifted my body, so I was now facing the door, and prepared the Mask for which I knew I would have to wear soon, to hide the confused and broken me from the rest of the World.

Knock.

Knock.

More persistent now.

Knock.

No pause.

Knock.

Knock.

And a voice...

"Get up."

That I wasn't pleased to hear.

Holding my breath for a few seconds, I recollected myself and dusted my ever faithful Mask off, pulling it from it's velvet-lined case and placing it with gentle care onto my countenance, now the illusion was in place.

I forced a slightly less somber expression onto my face and quickly drew on an undershirt that I had plucked from a chair.

I shivered slightly as the cool material it was made of, slithered down my body and somewhat comforted the aching sores on my chest.

Scars hidden, I quickly crossed the room and swung open the door, not the least bit surprised to find myself face-to-face with my very own sin; Yuu Kanda.

I forced a grin, and ran a hand through my hair lazily, feigning lackadaisy.

"Good morning."

The swordsman only grunted, and eyed my appearance with distaste.

"You aren't dressed yet?"

I shook my head no, and veered my eyes away from the his beautifully structured jaw bone.

I mentally punished myself for the flurry of thoughts that invaded my mind on how my teeth could nip, ever so gently on it, leaving small red bruises along the pale skin there.

I briefly closed my eyes, hoping he didn't notice what I was looking at, or where my thoughts were.

He didn't.

"Well, too bad, I'm not waiting for you any longer. Komui has requested the two of us for something, most likely another mission."

I shrugged my shoulders, and was about to reply, when suddenly I heard a noise.

A very bone-chilling noise.

A noise that sounded muffled, but was louder than ever.

I realized what it was and I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to silence the increasing volume of the beating of my damned heart.

Couldn't he hear it?

It was deafening in my ears, and not even my carefully balanced facade could cover the sound of the dreadful thing.

I was panicking.

I lost control of my disguise, and it slipped.

He saw through my veil.

I had leaned against the doorframe for support, deafened by the sound seemingly echoing from my very own chest.

Kanda narrowed his eyes, and watched me, a restrained look of some foreign emotion etched into his effeminate features.

I felt faint, and the room was spinning, I had tunnel vision.

And everything was quickly fading into black except for that apathetic expression that I loathed to love.

My arms went limp and flailed uselessly in front of me, as I began to fall...fall...fall...to the floor.

My eyes had closed and the wounds I inflicted upon myself the night before had begun to bleed again.

And as I slipped into that state of Seeing while Sleeping, I felt that crimson liquid, warm as it was, stain the floor beneath me.

The last thing I saw; narrowed blue eyes.

The last thing I heard; the cruel and mocking beating of the Beast Organ inside of me.

My last coherent thought was of how I wished to cut It out, and toss it into the deepest ocean.