Chapter Two

Bringing you another

Disturbing creation

From the mind of one sick animal

Who can't tell the difference

And get's stupefied-Disturbed

Tsunenaga Tamaki

It was like watching porn. Not once had Tsunenaga Tamaki felt so excited watching one little video of his soon to be new toy that he couldn't wait to meet. He didn't think she'd be interesting, but oh how wrong he was. His interest had sky rocketed! And she was able to defy the Wretched Egg! He felt like he was going to explode in pleasure, he had to put her in the Carnival Corpse immediately. A small projection of a monitor flashed on his desk, staring at him was some random guard he could care less about.

"We've taken the girl into custody sir" Tamaki smirked,

"Bring her to me quickly!"

"Yes sir" the projection ceased. Tamaki picked up a small stuffed duck on his desk that had beady red eyes and a beak baring sharp teeth. He pondered over why the girl made him so happy.

Her branch of sin was definitely quite the sight and the seriousness yet playful and utter mad expression on her countenance gave him chills. She was the type that liked to play with her food until it was in pieces before finally devouring it.

And he loved that. But she didn't seem that way when he met her; he can't even remember how they met. He was always doing stupid jobs to find Deadmen. When he first saw her she seemed a lot weaker and more timid and naïve.

Now thinking about it deeper she seemed like a whole other person in the video. It was as if some inner part of her had awoken and taken over, and if that was the case, hopefully it was the kind of parasite that liked being in control.

He put the toy on his lap and his hand brushed against his hardness. He laughed, the only other person that could give him such a hard on was the mockingbird-but he had somehow disappeared. And that toy was too defiant and independent; Tamaki knew for a fact that his new toy would need him like a newborn needs its mother. He touched the tip of his hard on, slowly rubbing the tip giving him more chills.

He was about to unzip his pants when the bookshelves that covered his secret elevator abruptly opened. One guard holding the girl by her forearm came into his office. Tamaki smiled ecstatically. His new toy was even prettier in person. The guard sat the girl in a chair in front of his desk and then left without a word. He stared at her, taking in her odd but beautiful crimson eyes. And she stared back, as if she had all the right to, as if she were the dominant creature.

"Hello, Habibah KuroKami-

-Just, KuroKami" she snapped in a rusty voice. Could his smile get any bigger?

"You have an interesting ability, my dear" KuroKami sucked her teeth,

"So does that other thing roaming around here, is that how all new convicts are welcomed?" she was talking about the Wretched Egg. It was his mistake that it got out somehow, but the Mother Goose-System was back on and the thing would no longer be a problem.

"Sorry bout' that. It must've been very excited to meet you. Your special after all" Tamaki paid close attention to her eyes suddenly haze from being called special but just as suddenly went back to that insanely playful look that he loved.

"Can I have some water?" KuroKami asked while setting two fingers on her throat.

"I haven't talked this much in years" that's right he remembered the girl being a mute. But he guessed she only talked this much due to the parasite's control.

"Of course! You can have whatever you like, anything for my new toy" she cocked a dark brow. He stood from his armchair and went to his water fountain pouring cold water into a plastic cup and then went up to her and handed her the cup. She took it and drank it greedily. As she drank Tamaki stared at her intently. Her skin was a pale chestnut, not a usual Japanese trait, and her hair was thick and reflected all directions of light, making it seem almost ethereally. He reached out and ran his hand through her hair, paying no mind to her what-do-you-think-you're-doing stare. It was silky to the touch and it sent more chills running through his veins.

"Tell me, my dear, do you enjoy the misery and agony of others?" She burrowed her brows, he was probably confusing her, but he didn't care. She grabbed his wrist, and he felt her soft skin that wasn't rough in the slightest. Her touch was unexpectedly warm, and she gently moved his hand away from her hair.

"I enjoy it," she emphasized the I.

"But Habibah does not"

Senji Kiyomasa

Sweat glistened all over his muscular body, dripping and rolling from buff arms to a bare chest and toned abs. He'd been working out for two hours now and decided it was break time. Grabbing a towel off of the treadmill, he wiped his drenched face and deemed it worthless to wipe any other part of his body. He unbuckled the belt of his pants and unzipped them, sitting on a bench close to the bench press. He threw the towel over his shoulder and took the water bottle on the bench, uncapping it, and pouring the cold fluid on his head. Little rivulets of water streamed his face, down his neck, cleansing off some of the sweat. He should be pumped about his fight against the new deadman, but he felt uncomfortable going against a woman. He'd been against one before, but he didn't like it. They were so fragile and squishy. How could he fight beings that remind him of bunnies and teddy bears? Even if he didn't want to, he had to. And he heard some gossip that this deadman was strong. Senji smirked; he liked strong opponents, no matter the gender.

A/N: Hm? It seems the promoter has taken a liking to KuroKami...But what will muscle alien Senji think?