A dark room in the middle of the Koizumi headquarters. Bare except for a bed, a desk, and several thousand pieces of paper with pictures scrawled on them taped to the walls. A lone figure sat at the desk, frantically scribbling away. Images flashing through her mind. A girl with blank, pale eyes. Black hair. Lavender. Another girl. Frail, but determined. A flash of red. A drop of blood. Onee-sama. A tear. Now a man. Cruel. Heartless. An evil grin. The slash of a sword. A terrifying shriek. The cry of a baby.

This was Kanaka's sanctuary. The only place in the world where she truly felt herself. Her real self. Not the sane, calm self that she took on day in and day out, trying desperately not to crack. The self that struck fear into the hearts of all who knew her. All but one. One man would never fear her, no matter how twisted she became. He was the only one in the world who did, or ever would, understand her. The object of her unrelenting affection and her undying insanity. Her own husband, his brother, had not even been able to see past the blockade she put up. But this man did instantly. She remembered the sheer wonder she had felt when she first discovered that he could penetrate through the charade and see the demons that tormented her soul.

Her whole life, from the time she was a baby, she had locked away her secret desires. Her lust for bloodshed. Her ears burning to her the tormented screams of others. Her eyes longing to see deep crimson rivers. Her heart racing every time she picked up anything sharp or dangerous. Such things were frowned upon. She could not display such violent tendencies around normal people. But him. He understood. What's more, he loved her for it. Her utter disregard for life dove him mad. At one point, way back in their childhood, they were a nearly inseparable pair. But he was the future head of the family. And she was a hated halfling. The cursed spawn of two foolish lovers . Her father, a no account thief that had slipped in and defiled the Koizumi bloodline. Her mother, the foolish wretch who allowed her birthright to be ripped from her bloodline. The future head of the prestigious clan could not easily associate with such a pathetic low-born creature. So, in an effort to sever their relationship completely, she was given to the brother.

But the brother died, leaving the doorway to her true love wide open once again. For a brief, but glorious period, she was his. She didn't have to hide anything. She opened herself up to him completely. And he gorged himself on her. They were both blissfully intoxicated by each other. But, just as quickly as happiness arrived, it was torn away from her. A new prize. A clean, pure, beautiful being. No reckless desire. No passionate longing. A frail, timid thing. A pretty, fair thing. Something forbidden. Even more forbidden than Kanaka. He grew restless. This far away beauty became and obsession for him. Nothing could sway his mind from her. Nothing at all. It became his soul desire to posses this thing. To have. To hold. To corrupt. To destroy.

So, just as it was his soul desire to posses, it became her desire to comply. She would go to hell and back for him. Sell her soul for him. If it meant seeing a smile on his face, she would do absolutely anything. She went after his prize for him. She was desperate for his affection. Des prate, but not delirious. She planned carefully and took her time. She used the utmost care and delicacy. She made his obsession her own. She watched, waited, and studied. And then, an opportunity. Too perfect to let pass. A wedding. Kanaka was filed with glee at the delicious irony of it all. A beautiful, blushing bride. A magical garden wedding. And then, blood. Terrified shrieks. A chase. Her twisted, sadistic heart took such pleasure in it all. The only unfortunate thing about it all was how quickly it ended. It was too easy. A quick rush of joy and it was all over. No matter. Her corrupted nature would be satisfied soon enough. He would be so pleased with her, he might even forget about the forbidden treasure she brought. Even demons could wish.

Elated, he slaked her lust. For a little while anyway. Even when her tore away, he tried to make sure her needs were met. Two new toys. To tide her over until he got over his boyish obsession, at least. For a while, she took pleasure in playing with them. The one had an especially sharp tongue and was fun to bait. But what started as playful teasing quickly turned into malicious tormenting. And soon, it wasn't fun anymore. Hearing him go on and on every night about his little baby doll drove her wild. Hatred bubbled up inside her. It invigorated her. Loathing took residence. The frail little sparrow became an obsession for her too. But in a completely different way. Kanaka's soul desire became that girl's destruction.

But her desire to please him was greater, if only by a little bit. NO, she had to wait. Bide her time. He would become bored of her eventually. And then, if she played smartly, he give the hand-me-down to her to play with. That thought was the only thing that kept her from scaling those tower stairs and digging her eager claws into the little mouse's throat. At night, she planted thoughts in her love's head. Ideas. Ways to quickly gain what he wanted and have done with it. A smile twisted up on his face. He lifted her chin.

"Your heart burns, my pet. Your soul is on fire. And your passion, your fervor, is promising. Patience, my dear. All I ask is patience."

And so, she was patient. Her moment would come, he assured her of that. A dinner. A dinner would be prepared. A feast. He would let her have but a taste of her victory. Only a taste, but it was enough. The fear in her eyes. Kanaka could almost hear her panicked heart beating. She savored every moment down to the last second.

"Say Goodnight to our guest, my pet."

Kanaka grabbed the little lamb's hand and bowed deeply. She planted a poisonous kiss upon the frail, paper skin. She smiled and looked into the fearful face.

"Pleasant dreams, little lamb. Fear not, the slaughter is still far off."

Just a taste, but oh how sweet. She was scolded afterward for misbehaving. No desert. She cheered herself up by playing with her toys some more. As she was going back to her room, she heard a few mice scurrying around. She underestimated how much trouble two little mice could cause. She got too caught up in toying with her sister to realize that her love's prize got away. When it was finally over, she was enraged. She ran after her future play thing.

"I will hunt her down until the day I die. And, if I ever get my hands on her again, I will rip her throat out with my bare hands."

And that's exactly what she intended to do. Patience. She would exact her revenge carefully. It had to be perfect. Something to make her suffer a thousand times what Kanaka had suffered. There were three options. One, snatch her up and kill her, slowly. Immediate gratification. But that wouldn't leave her very satisfied for very long. Two, rip her love from her like she had ripped Hidekai away from her. More satisfying and longer lasting. But very unlikely. That boy was strong. He had a fire in his eyes that was very dangerous. It wouldn't be easy to get rid of him. Three, her children. The most delicious and satisfying of all. Yes, this is the course she would take. Let the little lamb enjoy her happiness for a time. Then, after she forgets all her troubles and is blissfully living her perfect life, tear her most beloved treasure out of her life. Forever. Patience. Good things come to those who wait.