Katyusha blinked after the disappearance of the two strange males. It had been so rushed, it was like a blur. She stood still for a moment, eyes still widened. She was jolted out of her shock by a small rock hitting the one glass door that was still closed. Racing to the balcony, she leaned over the edge to see a familiar man. This man had long brown hair in a ponytail hanging over his shoulder, a grin upon his face, and bright emerald eyes.

"Daniel!" Katyusha exclaimed, before covering her mouth with her hands. She looked around to make sure no one heard and was coming to confront her, then motioned for him to come up.

Climbing up the ivy growing along the wall, the Hungarian man rushed to meet her. Pulling himself up onto the platform, he stumbled up quickly to swoop Katyusha into a spinning hug. Twirling her around, Daniel tried to keep his laughter quiet as he lightly kissed her.

"Katy! It's been so long!" He said, slightly hushed. Katyusha giggled, sighing as she was put down.

"It has. So much has been going on since I last saw you."

"Oh yeah? What's been up with groom man? He hasn't been perving on you, has he?" Daniel's eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously.

Katyusha shook her head. "Oh, no. He's married to someone else."

Daniel blinked in surprise. "What? Aren't you two in an arranged marriage?"

The blonde nodded. "Yes, but, he found a corpse he married," She explained simply.

He was clearly horrified. "What the hell!?" He asked, shocked.

Katyusha nodded, leading him inside to her room. "His name is Akbar, if I recall. I only got a quick look at him, but he's very tall and has really long white hair. I would have mistaken him for a woman if James hadn't told me he was a man."

"Whoa, a corpse man? That's . . . insane. Also, James? I thought his name was Matthew or something?" Daniel responded.

Katyusha nodded. "I don't quite understand it, but James said he was a corpse. Well, his name is Matthew, but he requested I call him James, his middle name," She explained, sitting down and smoothing her skirt.

Daniel sat across from her. "That's really odd . . . a homosexual and necrophilia-filled relationship. You don't see that every day. . ." Daniel gave a nod of acknowledgement at Matt's choice of name, before leaning forward. "So this James or Matt guy or whatever, he left you for a man? A dead man?"

Katyusha smiled. "Yes, I suppose he did. But that's okay, I was going to leave him for man as well~," She laughed.

Daniel chuckled with her, grabbing her hand and swinging it. "He just doesn't know what he's missing out on~!"

oOo

Luciano stopped outside the door of Katyusha's room, slinking over to the door and pressing his ear against it when he heard an unrecognized voice. It sounded like a man, but Sergei and the butler were asleep, Matt was missing, and Luciano himself was out in the hallway listening in. All of the men she could be talking to were not available.

This meant something very peculiar was going on, and Luciano couldn't be more interested. If Katyusha was with this man, that meant Matt was out of the way, but now there was this intruder to deal with. Why was every one so set on getting in the way of his plans!?

He drank in every word, soaking up every ounce of information he could possibly use against the unknown male. Suddenly, his heart stopped.

"His name is Akbar, if I recall."

Akbar . . . The name rang a bell. . . Could it be . . . that scum he destroyed so long ago? It wasn't exactly a common name, and Katyusha had said the man was a corpse. . . Luciano shook his head. It couldn't be, he'd made sure that monster had been too torn apart to ever thinkof loving a man again, even in the afterlife.

Then, Katyusha gave a description of this corpse Matt was apparently married to.

Tall man, long white hair, feminine looking, named Akbar . . . It is him. . . Luciano inwardly growled. That damned fag was back, and infecting others with homosexuality.

It disgusted him.

He felt a monster rise within him, tearing at his sense and eating his brain. Gnawing away everything but the hate, the horror, the urge to kill. He began to breathe heavily, the monster growing bigger inside him, breaking his soul and replacing it. Every bit of his being told him to go find the infected men and rip them apart. Wipe them from existence, cleanse the world of them.

Luciano stumbled away from the door, his sight blurring and shaking until he almost couldn't see a foot in front of him. His fists clenched and unclenched, brimming with the potential to cut and do harm. He wanted to slash them to bits, rid them of their sick love, and throw them into unmarked graves.

The Italian had thought he'd shattered his old "lover", crushed him to dust and left him hopeless. But he was back, and he was still as sick as when Luciano knew him.

A thought suddenly invaded his raging mind.

No, stop. If you do this, you could ruin your plans. The girl could get married to that man if you leave, and you won't be able to inherit any of her wealth or power. You'll lose your chance. She could run before the job is done and everything will be lost. The plan will fail.

Luciano was torn. What little sense was left told him to reject the desires and stay, but everything else told him to go. He thought of the power he could gain if he stayed and married Katyusha. All the wealth, all the rewards. . . But not even all the wealth and power in the world could make up for that. His hatred would not be satisfied through money; he needed to cleanse the world of that illness. His job was not complete. Luciano had to break that man and keep him broken.

A/N: bleeeeeeeeeeerrrrrgggghhhhh this hurt to write. Please know that everything Luciano says is not my opinion! It's all his own messed up little mind. Just kinda wanna set him on fire, huh? Now, this isn't how Luciano normally is, but for story/plot purposes. . . He's a homophobic jerk-wad. Sorry Luci! (Now he's gonna kill me cause I called him Luci. . . Ha.) I'm sorry this took so long, writer's block and everything, ya know?