Choice of Music: Tsunaida Te ni kiss wo - idk.

Chapter 11 - Tension

Vice exhaled a deep breath as he felt Tansen poke around inside him. Surprisingly enough, Kia's last "attack" hadn't caused him any damage to his body. His dignity was bruised when he had to explain it to the young doctor and K. "Are you about done yet?" he asked impatiently.

"Almost there, just gonne check out this part here," Tansen replied, and Vice felt a sudden shock coarse through his system.

"The fuck was that?" he exclaimed, his temper bubbling a bit. He could feel a memory floating its way back to the surface of his mind. One he actually preferred to forget about.

"Nothing, Vice." The young man stood up and had Vice shut his chest. After shooing K from the room, he turned to Vice with a serious expression. "Now," he started, "what's the deal between you and miss Kia?"

Vice scoffed. "Absolutely nothing. She's just a pathetic, weak human being who is my "master"'s neice," he said, putting a lot of emphasis on the word "master".

Tansen smirked. "There's more."

Vice didn't like the fact that the queen of queers was giving him back his own smirk, the I-know-something-you-don't smirk. "There have been some instances where we were at each other's throats, but there's no meaning in it. I could have easily beaten her a hundred times over."

"Why didn't you?"

"Because it's fun to tease her." Vice grinned an evil, sadistic grin.

"Why?"

"You better not be fucking with me," the Douji growled. "I'll slice you up like mincemeat, fag."

"Only in my dreams, dear Vice," Tansen giggled. "Only in my dreams."

Jumping off the table, Vice pulled on the baggy white shirt and hoodie, feeling the cloth against his faux skin. It was slightly cold due to laying on the floor of the room. Why Tansen kept it cool in here was beyond Vice's comprehension. Messing with the different tools on the table, he pretending to inspect them, faking his interest. "So, any new dolls lately?" he asked, not looking at the young doctor.

"One is now about nine years in the making, and she's still not complete," he answered, looking to a file cabinet to find Vice's records, giving off a quiet "Here it is" when he spotted the manila folder.

"Has it really been that long?" Vice muttered to himself, setting down an object that reminded him of a patella hammer. Why he had that there, he didn't want to know.

"Pardon?" Tansen asked, looking up from the paperwork.

Vice shook his head. "Mind your own fucking business," he said. That's why everything was sounding so familiar to Vice. Why Kia looked familiar to him, and he had heard the name Satoko before.

Mommy

"Risa."

"Hm?"

"Is the doll's name Risa?" Vice asked, picking up another tool. Tansen took off his glasses and looked at the evil Douji.

"How did you know?"

He shrugged. "I guessed."

"Bull. You know something about that girl, don't you?" Tansen pried. He studied the Douji, and realization dawned on him. "I knew it!"

Vice sneered. "Knew what?" Tansen only gave him a secretive smile, and refused to say anything more. Vice exhaled an irritated sigh. He knew that once the doctor knew something, he wouldn't say anything to anyone. "There was two of them. Risa and Kia. They looked alike in more ways that one."

"Twins."

"What?" Vice whipped his head towards the man.

"Twins. Two children that come from the same mother at the same time. You could either had fraternal or identical. What did they look like?"

"Same hair, same eyes. Both girls."

"Identical," Tansen said, nodding his head. "Now, you'll have to check back in in a few months, so I'll see you then."

"That's it?" Vice asked. Tansen nodded his head. Edile was no longer in the same spot where Vice had commanded him to stay. Even they were of the same evil soul, Vice allowed no other Douji in the room while he was being examined. Jealousy once commented on that 'it was because he had nothing to show', and ended up staying in the doctor's care much longer than necessary.

His sandals made small claking sounds as he walked down the hallway, looking for Edile and the others. Upon coming into the livingroom, Vice found Edile with Kia and Dante. Hana had crawled herself into Kia's lap and fell asleep. Edile was currently stuffing his face with something Dante had made for him while the girls spoke quietly to each other.

"Kia," Vice said, and her head whipped towards him. Even in the small darkness of the room, he could see the redness around her eyes, as though she had been crying. He had the sudden urge to beat the shit out of Dante.

She gave him a smile. "Hi, Vice." It was almost too much of a smile, a fake smile to him. She was hiding something from him.

"Let's go," K said. "It's not that late yet, but we should get home." They quietly left the house after saying their farewells, and boarded the train back to Tokyo. K sat in front of the two, and Kia held Hana in her lap. Edile climed up onto the seat, laying his head against her lap and closed his eyes. She stared out into the darkness, almost oblivious to Vice saying something to her. "Huh?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, not looking at her.

"Oh, it's nothing," she told him. They sat in silence, not saying a word for minutes.

"There's something wrong," Vice spoke again.

"Vice-" Kia started to protest, but was interrupted.

"I'm not exactly the best person to talk about your problems with," he said, "but I can still listen, ya'know?"

Kia sighed, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Vice, I swear that nothing is wrong."

The evil Douji gave her a grunt. "You're so stubborn, you know that?"

The girl only laughed in reply, careful that she wouldn't wake up Hana and Edile. "So are you," she said, laying her head on Vice's shoulder. "So are you."

Vice's body tensed, unsure of what to do. Should he let her do that, or would he shrug her off? Sure, it felt unnatural so have someone do that to him, but in its own way, it felt nice to him. He wouldn't lie about it. Slowly, his body relaxed. He felt relaxed in her presence, but the tension they created was thick enough to cut with a knife. Hesitantly, he let his head relax against her own, feeling her hair touch his face gently. He couldn't remember this feeling. It was new and unnatural to him. Any emotion that didn't have anything to do with evil was unnatural to him.

Kia gave off a contented sigh, and fell into a light sleep. Vice closed his eyes, awake but oblivious to the world around him.

"Go to bed, Hana," Kia ushered the little girl once they had gotten into the apartment. Hana and Edile would sleep in Kia's room, as she hadn't minded if she had gotten whatever Hana caught. Hana dragged her blanket into the bedroom, Edile following en suite. Looking at the clock, Kia noticed she had enough time to make a treat for them tomorrow. K had retreated to his room for the night, and Vice was on the couch watching tv with the volume low.

Kia fished through the cuboards, looking for something good. After coming upon a box of brownie mix, she pulled it out and read the directions. "Gonna make some brownies?" She jumped at the voice, and saw that Vice had come from the livingroom and sat himself on the counter. He had ripped open a bag of potatoe chips and was munching on them lazily.

"Yeah, got a problem?" she said to him, slightly annoyed at being startled.

"You're awfully cranky."

"I'm tired." Just to prove a point, she yawned slightly. Breaking eggs into the bowl, she looked around for the vegetable oil, but couldn't find it. Realizing Vice was sitting in front of it, she stood in front of the Douji. "What do you want?" he asked, popping another chip into his mouth.

Kia put her hands on her hips. "Looking for the veggie oil. You're sitting in front of it." Vice made a half-ass attempt and moving himself to the side so she could grab it. Reaching around him, she felt the small glass bottle touch her hand, and she grabbed it.

Pouring it into a small measuring cup, she began to mix the batter. While it was starting to blend perfectly, she felt arms reach around around her waist and tighten gently. Kia could feel Vice's slight frame against her back as she was pulled to him. "V-Vice?" she stammered, her heart racing.

"Hm?"

"What're you doing?"

"What's wrong?" he asked, still not letting go.

"You're hugging me. You're either drunk or you've gotten into something."

"So mean. I mean, I kissed you this morning, and how many times have I picked you up?" he said, his smartass attitude coming back.

"Just," she said, trying to still her racing heart. "Please let go."

Vice let her go reluctanly, and stood next to the counter. Kia silently poured the batter into a greased pan and popped it into the oven. "Lick the bowl if you want," she said, whipping her finger around it, gathering the chocolate mixture onto it. She hesitated for a moment to fix the time on the oven, and Vice popped her finger into his mouth. His eyes were closed like he was concentrating.

Kia froze, feeling his teeth scrape her finger gently, his rough tongue licking the chocolate. Kia felt a full on blush appear on her face, and wanted to say something, but her voice wouldn't work. He wasn't hurting her in any way, but this was too much too fast. He let go of her hand and grinned. "No thanks, I'm good." The Douji turned and left the kitchen, retiring to his couch.

Trembling, Kia put the bowl into the sink and leaned over, her stomach. 'Stop,' she thought, 'stop shaking.' Her heart raced in her chest, so loudly that she swore everyone could hear it. It was strange, feeling him so close to her. She wanted to believe that he could love her too, but she knew it was near impossible.

Her body shook and shivered, and her nerves couldn't take it anymore. She ran to the bathroom and vomited.

Uh-oh. Sorry if any of the characters were oocish or Kia seemed too mary-sue-ish. Hope to see you next chapter