Chapter seven

I'm so addicted to

All the things you do

-Saving Abel

Tsunenaga Tamaki

There was no excuse to be in her room this time. Hell he didn't know why he was there to begin with! One minute he's in his office playing with his toys while and the next second he's scurrying down the halls of the Deadmen dorms. As he watched her sleeping form, feeling an odd fascination of the way her chest would rise and fall so softly and slowly.

Her lips were slightly opened cutely and her expression was completely relaxed. He carefully sat on the bed, not wanting to wake her, and just stared at her. Jeez, he knew he was a creep but since when he was this weird?

He was becoming so stalker-like that it scared him. Letting that thought slip his mind he thought of a more joyously sadistic one. He wondered what it would be like to play a game with his Mute Swan.

It'd be interesting to play tag, but that's too romantic, the game would have to be not only fun but also cruel and seductively enticing. Perhaps he'd invite her to his private office for a play date. But he'd have to make sure to invite KuroKami. Not that he didn't like Habibah but KuroKami's personality matched his intentions perfectly.

She slightly stirred in her sleep, and let out a soft sigh. A deep streak of red colored his cheeks and his pants suddenly felt too tight. He reached out and combed his fingers through her hair, sighing from its silkiness. He wanted to feel more than just her hair though. Matter fact, he wanted to feel her pressed up against him, to appease the creature in his pants begging to be free. When was the last time he felt the touch of a woman?

Senji Kiyomasa

Now that it came to mind that Habibah girl was the first girl-or rather person- he talked to in a long long time. And he wasn't kidding when he told her she was adorable, but those weren't the words he truly wanted to say.

When she laughed at him, that soft naïve laugh that sounded like a call from heaven, he couldn't believe how aroused he became, he was just glad she didn't notice the trapped soldier in his pants.

Damn he hated it when he got so freaking flustered, especially over a woman. Senji lye in his bed, hands over his head with his belt unbuckled and pants unzipped. He thought of the Mute Swan that defeated him. He swore Habibah looked just like her, but there was no way they were the same person. Habibah was so sweet and shy and that demon in the arena was wicked and bloodthirsty. A cold chill tickled down his spine, oh he wanted to fight that demon again. And this time he wouldn't lose, no one beats Senji Kiyomasa twice.

Ganta

By now he was used to Shiro popping up at random places. He was visiting Yo, a friend he made in this hellhole (oddly), in the infirmary and her head popped out of the vent in the ceiling, like a jack-in-a-box.

"Hello Ganta! Lets eat pudding together!" she held two plastic spoons in one thick brown-gloved hand and two pudding cups in the other. Yo was completely freaked, but Ganta just smiled.

"Oh, there you are Shiro" Shiro jumped from the vent landing on the floor gracefully.

"Ganta after pudding lets play!"

"eh? Aren't we too old for playing?" Shiro gave him a questioned look,

"But Ganta loved playing before" there she goes again, Ganta thought, saying things as if we knew each other. The first time he met Shiro she had tried to kill him with a metal pole. But, of course, after wishing he was dead.

Habibah

She dreamt of this man with pure red hair and smoky grey eyes. She stood-her body somehow illuminating light- in the darkness with him; both of them naked. And he stared so worshipping-like at her, as if she were a Goddess. He brought a hand through her thick hair,

"My Kannon" he said. She'd never seen this man before, yet his image was so real, there was no way her mind could've made him up. He was leaning into her slowly, until his lips were too close to hers.

He whispered something to her, but his tone was so faint that she couldn't hear his words. Suddenly he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, pressing there bodies close. With a startle she awoke from the dream, and felt a heavy weight on her.

It was too dark to tell who it was, but had to be a guy due to the poking she felt against her thigh. Utterly panicked she screamed. Shoving and scratching and struggling under the intruder; the intruder tried to calm her, shushing her and trying to hold her hands down. But she wouldn't allow it, she promised herself no one was going to hurt her ever again. Her deep crimson eyes wavered, Habibah thought she was going to faint, she did not know that she was summoning the demon within her.

KuroKami

She was in danger! KuroKami could feel her thrashing and screaming trying to get away from someone. She had to help her! And for the first time, ever, she forcibly took over Habibah consciousness, sending her better half into a deep sleep.

In the blink of an eye KuroKami grabbed the intruder by the shoulders and threw him to the side with brute force. She bit her thumb, instantly morphing it into her scythe and just when she was about to slice the intruder to pieces, he turned on the lights, and she stared in horror at the weasel-looking man before her.

"C-calm down KuroKami!" he yelled his hands out in front of him.

"It's just me" She stared murderously at him. She didn't think the promoter would sink so low as to try and hurt her precious Habibah.

"Give me good reason why I shouldn't tear out your insides and feed them to you" KuroKami said so bitterly that the promoter was on his knees trembling.

Tamaki

God he never knew fear was so painful. Her gaze practically pierced through his soul and the killing aura radiating around her had snaked around him and paralyzed him. All he wanted to do was kiss her, nothing more, but when Habibah woke up, panicked, the parasite within her awakened to save her. And he did want to see KuroKami, but not like this. Her hair seemingly blazed in a black fiery and she stared down at him with such superiority, she truly was a Cleopatra, perhaps even a Goddess of Death.

"Well, promoter, will you answer me? I'm being very patient with you" KuroKami said, he could hear the insanity and bitter anger and complete authority quavering in it. He must've looked so pathetic to her. What in hell made him believe that he could possibly control this malicious doll? He took a deep breath, trying to relax his frantic nerves, and stood keeping the calmest composure he could muster.

"I was trying to kiss you and that's it, there's no way I could hurt you" and he meant it. And he saw it in her eyes she believed him, her vicious countenance softened, but that dark aura still swam around her.

"Kiss me? I like you promoter but not like that" well he figured.

"And if you know what's good for you, you'll leave. You may apologize later" with that, said he obediently left the room with his tail in-between his legs. He never knew there was actually someone who could dominate him. And that was a serious problem. He was the master; he was the one with the strings, KuroKami was supposed to be the slave, the puppet. But she strongly proved him wrong.

He was a fool to belief he could use such a dangerous creature. But that only turned him on further. The game he wanted to play rushed into his mind; the game of how to tame the beast.

A/N: I bet you thought she'd kill the promoter, even though he's a horrible person (like worse than Genkaku) I still have a soft spot for the weasel dude. So no worries, nothing really bad will happen to him throughout this plot. But what was up with the that dream? HUGE foreshadowing!