chapter eight
Hey you Hey you
This won't hurt a bit
Hey you Hey you
Anesthetize this Bitch
-KoRn
KuroKami
"How dare he!" KuroKami yelled furiously, retreating her blood back into her body.
"To think that Habibah was safe around him, what a fool I am!" how could she believe that there was a person in the world to trust, and not that she completely trusted the promoter. But he was the closest thing to keeping her precious Habibah safe, and he had shattered his own image.
No one was safe around Habibah, and it hurt. KuroKami grasped her chest, it felt tight all of a sudden. She began to laugh, so it was possible for her to feel pain! She didn't want to be in the suffocating atmosphere of her room, and left it wondering where to go.
She didn't know what time it was, but figured it was nighttime, since there was no one in the halls (other than a guard now and then). Her skin felt so sensitive and she knew why. She wanted to feel pain, physically.
And she would definitely love to chop someone to pieces, oh how great it would be to hear them scream in agony. She was in a long hallway, and there was a guard just standing at the end of it, no one around him, completely alone. KuroKami smiled, and approached the guard, who stared simply at her.
"What?" he said. Her thumb wound was still open, and gradually she retracted blood out of it, morphing it into her favorite weapon.
"H-hey what do you think your doing?" the guard sounded panicked. KuroKami licked her lips deliciously.
"Getting my reward" and with a quick motion slashed the guard directly across his chest, carefully not to dig the scythe in to deep, but to make sure it hurt like hell. The guard screamed, and absorbing that sweet sound KuroKami kicked both of his knees hearing the bones snap and shatter.
She did not hesitate nor broke a sweat. Every slice, every agonizing scream for death only strengthened her need to hurt the guard more. And once he was truly dead and chopped to pieces, she retracted her blood and continued down the halls of Deadman Wonderland, feeling satisfied.
She found herself in the odd place with the blood red arrow pointing towards the large double doors. She pushed through the doors surprisingly easily, and walked down the long narrow hall that would lead to an intersection.
She ignored the blood footsteps she left in her path and picked a random route, choosing to go left. This hall came to a dead end, but there were another set of double doors at the end.
Without reluctance or thinking she also went through those doors, and found herself staring directly at the man with pure red hair and a guitar, the one who showed her back to her room, sitting on a floor couch. He blinked a couple of times, seemingly surprised, but then an ecstatic smile curled on his lips.
"So its fate after all"
Azuma Genkaku
He was strumming his guitar when the door to the Undertaker lounge suddenly opened, even though it was two in the morning and everyone should be asleep. He figured it was Shinigawa sneaking in with another woman, but was nearly blown away to see the Mute Swan, or rather KuroKami standing before him, her dress and skin and hair stained with beautiful crimson. He smiled ecstatically,
"So its fate after all" she eyed him curiously.
"You" she said. He could tell from her graceful insane expression and pleased smirk that she had just finished slaughtering someone. And he felt a little upset, what a sight it would be to see this little Goddess expressing her blessing.
"Are you happy now?" he said and started to strum his guitar. KuroKami chuckled lightly,
"And what do you care whether I'm happy or not" she walked over to him. He stared into her crimson eyes, they had intensified in an evil way. And he was not intimidated at all, if anything he was immensely turned on.
"Of course I care" he stopped strumming his guitar and placed it to the side of him, and stood.
"Anyone who choses the path to save others, is always welcomed in my arms" with that said he spread out his strong arms, ready to embrace.
"Save…?" it left her lips in a weird way, as if she were testing the way the word sounded.
"To bring others to Salvation, bring them to Nirvana" he said only to receive a mocking laugh.
"Why the hell should I care about others Salvation? Why should I care about anyone? I only need myself" she said quickly and viciously. Azuma's smile shifted to a soft grin,
"If you didn't need anyone, you wouldn't be here" and he knew he got her. He could tell the way her lips parted in awe, and how her brows burrowed in frustration. Her eyes expressed sadness and soon she began to lightly sob. She closed the distance between them, wrapping her skinny arms around his stomach, and he held her. Running a hand up and down her back and patting her head slowly.
"It's alright, my little Kannon, I will never betray or hurt you"
"I don't even know you!" she cried,
"How can I trust you!" he kissed the top of her head,
"Because I am a mere servant just for you, my Kannon" he said.
Minatsuki Takami
What the fuck was that? Minatsuki thought. She was finally about to sleep after three days of none, and then there was this blood racing, hair rising, shriek that practically rang throughout her walls like a bell.
Her toes curled as she wrapped herself in her sheets, holding them closer to her, tighter to her. That was the most agonizing scream she had ever heart! And it went on for about ten minutes, nothing but groans for mercy, the sound of skin cutting and being battered; and then that sick sputtering sound of blood spraying out of a body.
Minatsuki tended to get off on suffering, but this suffering was beyond her. Whoever was torturing that poor being was truly a monster. When the screams finally sufficed, Minatsuki left her bed, walked out of her room, and didn't have to look too far to see the blood that painted the walls.
Just down the hall, where it would meet a corner, there were minced pieces of the human body decorating that whole section. It was a bloody chaos. And she covered her mouth, she could smell the metallic blood and it smelt horrible.
She never experienced so much blood before; in Carnival Corpses all she did was whip her opponents to death or unconscious. Never could she find it in her mind to do something so…so wretched. She ran back into her room and jumped onto her bed, throwing the sheets over her head and coiling into the fetal position. There's no way she'd be able to go to sleep now.
Tsunenaga Tamaki
He was in his office, jacking off to that horrifyingly amazing face of his dear Cleopatra. She had scared him bad, so bad that he was still shaking after being in the safety of his private room.
And in a twisted way he loved that. Of course it still disturbed him, but it was so…so inexplicably hot! Tonight he was utterly dominated, and maybe he liked it. But this was still his wonderland, or would be wonderland, and there's no way he'd allow a brute (no matter how utterly gorgeous she is) smash his title as King.
His hand had picked up its pace, when he thought back to how commanding and freaking angry her voice was. Oh, he could feel himself coming to a climax, and with one strong stroke of his hand he moaned in pure ecstasy. No one, could ever pleasure him the way KuroKami, his cruel Mute Swan, did. And a lightbulb flashed over his head; he knew exactly who to put her against for her next Carnival Corpse-it'd be a special gift.
A/N: can you feel the tension? I definitely can!
Kannon= Goddess of Mercy