Chapter Four
I am watching your eyes
And follow my salvation
There's so much shit around me,
Such a lack of compassion
I thought it would be fun and games
Instead it's all the same
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you
-KoRn
Azuma Genkaku
Azuma wasn't one to watch the Carnival Corpses' but today he was feeling world-endingly bored, and so-while sitting on his cushy floor sofa-he switched on the television and turned to tonight's battle. He saw the Crow, standing a good distance away from a new face.
Her hair was thick and dark like the night and her eyes were a deep crimson-definitely his first time seeing that. He thought her skin was tan but as he examined her closer, it was actually a light chestnut, so she obviously wasn't Japanese. Or at least part Japanese.
The announcer called her the Mute Swan. Not a very intimidating name. when the battle begun all the girl did was run from Crow. Azuma sighed, so this wouldn't be interesting at all. He was going to flip to some other channel, but when the girl bit her thumb he saw a sudden waver in her naïve expression.
She fell to the ground, but when she stood once more her countenance had completely changed. Her eyes were darker and craving. Her hair even stopped reflecting the lights and turned into a deeper version of night.
She morphed a scythe-like weapon from her blood, and did the unexpected. She began to sing-and not just any typical song. She was singing KoRn. Her voice was sharp and kind of exhausted, but she hit every note with pure madness.
Azuma leaned into the screen, this was the first time he'd ever been so thrilled from watching a Carnival Corpse. And when the girl began to scream, oh Buddha, he could feel his hard on trying break free from his leather pants.
And her fighting, it was like watching a Goddess of death. Her movements were graceful and perfectly in sync, never sloppy. But what had Azuma excited the most, were the girl's eyes. He knew she was enjoying slicing the Crow, matter fact, she was stronger than the Crow.
She was playing with him. She was taking pleasure in his suffering. She was going to butcher him into little pieces before the battle would be truly over. And he was sad to see it end. She did not cut him into pieces, and she had let him live.
She was interested in that man. He knew if she weren't they'd be sweeping up his splattered guts and limbs. And he knew she wasn't completely satisfied from her fight, from the look in her dark eyes, but was appeased enough. He stood from his sofa, he had to see this girl.
Tsunenaga Tamaki
He couldn't stop smiling and laughing he was so pleased. He didn't just love his new toy, he was getting high off the mere thought of her. The Crow is one of the strongest deadman, he put him against her on purpose just to test her strength, and she was stronger.
She could be on par with the mockingbird-wherever that little devil is. He was heading to her room right now to congratulate her and personally hand her flowers and chocolates and Cast Points for winning. Usually he'd have someone else handle such as task, but he admitted to himself that he really did like Habibah KuroKami. He reached her room and the door slid open to reveal a room devoid of a person.
"Not here?" that's right, he thought. She must be at the infirmary having her wounds stitched. He thought of that scene when she was cleanly pierced by the Crow Claw and she did not even wince in pain. She wasn't lying when she told him she was immune to it.
He sat on her bed, placing all of her goodies on the coffee table beside it, and lye down on it. This was his second time in here-he was becoming attached to his Mute Swan. She was beautiful like the swan, but the thing about Mute Swans is that they can become very aggressive.
And she was just that, sweet and innocent one moment then murderous the next. He wanted to touch her hair again, feel its silkiness in-between his slim fingers. He didn't have a hair fetish but he just loved hers. It was so full and queen-like. He had gone through her records again, and found out that she was part Egyptian-which explains the odd first name. So he thought of her as his own Cleopatra. He laughed again, since when was he interested in finding a queen?
Sakigami Toto
Toto Sakigami didn't bother counting the days anymore. He knew it'd been years. He'd been in this darkness for literally years. And that brute old man continuously injected him with strange fluids that made his muscles burn and his blood boil. Sometimes it'd even make his limbs fall off and they'd have to be stitched back on. He just wanted to be shot full of holes, he hated being contained. The same memory would reappear in his nightmares-of some strange man in a red get up attacking him, and he'd won against it, but had been horribly battered and exhausted. He had passed out and woke up on a cold metal table, staring up at the faces of twins with red eyes and white hair. That's when all the pain began. Toto shuddered, he hated the experiments.
KuroKami
The nurse's name was Rei Takashima and at first she seemed like the stereotypical doctor. She stitched KuroKami's wounds, put a lot of gauze on it, wrapped it in bandages, tried to give her Tylenol for the pain (but there was no pain), she even gave the whole be careful taking care of your wounds speech.
KuroKami left the infirmary and began to head to her room. Her wounds were itchy, but at the same time felt really good. There was a balance to everything, if pain did not make her nerves scream in agony then they would scream for pleasure.
She remembered the times the sadist would hurt her. He especially enjoyed whipping her with the buckle side of a belt, and she remembered shuddering and drooling in utter ecstasy. She did not understand how Habibah couldn't enjoy the agony, it was the most amazing sensation ever.
But KuroKami understood that she had a duty to do, she had to protect Habibah at all cost. Kurokami was so busy musing that she did not notice all of the wrong turns she made, and when she finally came to her senses she was far from her room.
She stood in a long rather narrow hallway, with no doors or turns that would lead to other places. Well, other than the large door at the end of the hallway that had an odd symbol on it. There was a large red arrow pointing to the door that read "Step into the Hell".
Typically people would be curious enough to want to go through a door that leads to Hell; well Habibah sure would've been curious enough, but KuroKami was tired and unless the door would magically lead to her room she was no where in the realm of interested.
She turned on her heels and walked in the other direction, taking only a few steps before hearing the strumming of a guitar. As she zoomed in to the sound, she sorted out the musical notes in her mind and with a pleased smile turned around again to face the man playing "make me bad" by KoRn.
His eyes were a calm misty grey and his hair was blood red that stopped at his shoulders. Covering his sickly, yet oddly attractive, pale skin was a monk's garb with flame designs and black leather pants and boots. He had large metal beads around his neck with a skull in the middle, and his v-shaped axl guitar was a collage of blues and reds. Is he supposed to be a monk? KuroKami thought. But she ignored the thought and sung along with the chords he played.
"I am watching your eyes
And follow my salvation
There's so much shit around me,
Such a lack of compassion
I thought it would be fun and games
Instead it's all the same
I want something to do
Need to feel the sickness in you" with a few quick strokes he ended the song, and stared at KuroKami.
"You have kick ass voice, Mute Swan." KuroKami lifted her brow, she didn't know that was her stage name.
"Are you suppose to be a monk" she said plainly and directly. The man bared his grey eyes,
"I'm an uber –monk"
"Uber-monk?" she certainly never heard of that before.
Azuma Genkaku
He was glad he didn't have to find her, somehow she had found him. She no longer had the murderous expression, but he could see it in her eyes, she was insane. And he liked that, he welcomed insanity.
"I'm trying to find my way back to my room, but it seems I've taken a wrong turn. If you don't mind, could you at least help me back to the dorm area" he knew she was trying to be nice, but there was no way such a superior voice could manage it. She was practically ordering him to do it. He smirked,
"What's your name, girl?" he asked.
"KuroKami" it was a quick answer. He walked up to her, staring her down. She was not in the slightest bit intimidated, even though he towered over her, and her height only reached his chest.
"Do you believe in Nirvana?" she rolled in her eyes in annoyance,
"with Kurt Cobain?" she said. He chuckled lightly, she was amusing.
"No no, the other one"
"Um…it's some kind of religion right?" she had no idea what it was, her hesitance showed that. Azuma decided not to further annoy KuroKami, she looked like she would turn and leave any moment. She held herself with such confidence and a powerful grace. She was like a Queen or the incarnate of a Goddess.
"I'll walk you back to your room, if you sing another song for me" he said, strumming his guitar again, this time playing the chords for "you know your right" by Nirvana. He watched the little Goddess beside him huff, but she sung nonetheless, as he walked her back to the Deadmen dorms.
Tsunenaga Tamaki
Tamaki nearly fell out of the bed from Kurokami's sudden and violent, wake up call.
"What the hell are you doing here!" she yelled. He sat up in the bed, while chuckling, and pushed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. Her lips were in a furious pout, and her dark eyes grimaced at him.
"I came to congratulate you for winning your first Carnival Corpse" as he explained he reached to the magnolia flowers on the table, plucking a white one from it's stem, and handed it to KuroKami. He focused onto her expression, watching it soften and take the flower from his hand.
"Oh…and you were waiting here all this time?" she said while twirling the plant in her fingertips. He smiled and swiftly brought his fingers through her hair again. But instead of recoiling she leaned into him. Tamaki grinned and dug his fingers a little deeper, touching her scalp gently and petting it.
"I have nothing to do at the moment, so I came to play with my new toy" he replied. KuroKami's dark eyes flickered onto his for a fraction of a second, and he swore he saw a flash of anger.
"I am not a toy" she said calmly,
"don't ever call me that again" even though she said it so calm, he could feel the bitter aura she was radiating.
"Can you be my doll then?" she glanced at him again, but her eyes weren't angry. She seemed to like that name. He patted the space on the bed beside him, urging KuroKami to join him. And she did. She crawled on to the bed and sat close to him, letting him comb through her hair. She yawned loudly.
"Are you sleepy, my doll?" she nodded and placed her head on his shoulder.
"So so tired" he smiled at her act,
"will you be here when I wake up?" KuroKami said; shifting from his shoulder to his lap.
"No"
"Good" he cocked a brow.
A/N: Hm, so now the infamous uber-monk jumps into the plot, but it seems Habibah (uh, KuroKami) is getting a little cozy with the promoter. Don't forget about the Crow though, he plays a major role!