Cold wind was blowing on outside world. Sky was painted a pleasant soft orange. Sun will raise in ten minutes. Morana turned away from the window. Scott has rented a five star apartment high on Domino's tower. Somehow he always got the best of what he wanted. Best clothes, best apartments, best champagne … best Beast hunter as his lover.

She slowly slided off her black coat. Without it, she felt strangely exposed. Cold, emotionless expression never left her face. She was always like that. Even smiles were overrated.

»We can go tomorrow night,« suddenly spoke Scott, standing next to her, hands in pockets, arrogant smile. She smelled his strong cologne. »We can go to France. We currently don't have any jobs, so I was thinking we could go to Paris.«

Her face remained unmoving like stone. Yet she was a little surprised. Scott Ballantine has never struck her as romantic.

He gave out a manic giggle. »I'm not romantic, I just thought you might like it. Women usually like such … places.«

She turned her head, sharply, and looked at him with cold storm gray eyes. Intensity of her look have made brutal demons cry and beg for their pathetic lives countless times, but it had no effect on Scott. He merely smirked wider.

»Yes, yes, I won't read your mind again.« He walked in bathroom and closed the door behind him. She breathed in angrily. Scott doesn't have have any respect for privacy and often invades her thoughts. It made her mad and wary, but he always knew where the line is and he never crossed it. It almost seemed like he loves her best when she's angry or depressed and lost. He was a wicked elf. Has his career made him almost as deranged as the demons he hunted?

And if it's true … has it made any effect on her? All this killing, slaying. People so easily accept death of someone bad, someone evil, someone who they think deserves to die. But aren't they monsters because of that? Because even if you kill a demon, a werewolf, a vampire … murder is still murder. Everybody wants to save the world, everybody wants to change the world, but no one wants to do the dirty work, that's why they're glad hunters exist – so they can be the murderers, not them.

And she's a murderer. A perfect killing machine, to kill other perfect killing machines. She's no different, no different than Rin. It doesn't matter if you take away lives for good or bad, murder … is still just murder. The last second, last moment before you plunge silver sword in chest of a demon, none of his evil deeds matter. None of your good deeds matter. In that moment, part of you dies, the part which didn't want to kill, take life away. In that moment, demon has a special look in his eyes. Not realisation he's going to die. But he traces the most important moments in his long existence, thinking if his life was worth living.

Isn't it sad? The moment when you and your victim entangle together, in the most purest form.

She exhaled and slowly lied down on french bed. The sheets were black. Pillows were black. Scott has twisted taste.

She never wants to remember how it felt the first time she killed. It was traumatic for her. Scott never lets her go that deep inside her mind. Her mind is like a spacious world. But there are some dark, luring houses there. Houses, whose doors she never wants to open, because she knows she will hate what she'd find there.

Her eyes closed slowly in a very rare moment of tenderness. She was a little cold.

This is her eternity. Sacrificing her immortality, the chance to be happy and without worries fly with other fairies, for blood stained hunts. Everywhere she turns, it reeks of death. It reeks of Morana.

The bed shakes a little and strong scent of man's cologne hugged her face. Through her closed eyes she sensed it has become dark, though it was day outside by now. Opening her tired eyes, she saw curtains closed and Scott's face right above hers. He was lying next to her, one hand on her hip. It was warm.

For a moment, her just watched her with his arrogant grin. Then he lowered his head and started kissing her neck. Feeling his weight upon her body, she moaned uncontrollably.

Days were their nights. When you're hunting beasts, you have to be awake when they are, which meant sleeping through days and hunting by nights.

Before she completely surrendered herself in his arms, that were now all over her, hugging her so tightly it almost hurt, she faintly wondered if Rin ever misses the Sun. If she even remembers what it feels like.

*M & R*

Atem leaded the way. He did it automatically, he was the leader, so it came naturally to him, he didn't need to think about it. Yuugi, Jounouchi, Otogi and Honda followed him, not thinking at all, just followed the leader. But leadership is something that is incepted in a lot of people, so Seto Kaiba and his fianceé were more reluctant to follow, natural leadership Kaiba nurtures inside rebelling against Atem's. Still, it was Isis who pushed him forward. Male ego didn't restrict this intelligent female, and she understood this is a situation they together must talk about. Kaiba gritted his teeth but still followed the Pharaoh, automatically trusting Isis's judgement. Without knowing. Like so many world's leaders before him, he trusted woman's judgement without realising it. And he'd deny it strongly if confronted with the fact the most strong and intelligent leaders in history unknowingly trusted woman's nature.

»We have-«

»What do you mean we?« spatted Yami Bakura, like the word »we« is poisonous. Atem stopped and turned. Like well-thought sheeps, others stopped too, with Kaiba crossing his arms to express dissatisfaction.

Yami Bakura stood quite a few steps behind them. By his side was Bakura, dressed in black sweater, with dark blue jeans. Their eyes were now almost the same. It was like this for three years and a half, but still it send unpleasant cold shivers down their spines at the sight they thought would never occur; Bakura had, in fact, become his Yami. It was not that surprising, considering Yami Bakura IS his past life. Doesn't that mean darkness was always in him, he just never opened it? But all that never crossed others' minds.

There was a large and thick black umbrella opened above Bakura, and he was playing with its handle. It was necessary if he was out in the sunlight.

»Pharaoh, just because this brief encounter gave you flashbacks, don't assume it wrongly. It was only a once-in-a-lifetime chance that we worked together. I am sick and tired of you treating me like I'm just a little more bad version of a hero. Do not forget I tortured and slaughtered. I enjoy it. I love it. It gives me a fucking erection. I can and will do whatever I want, I am immortal, like you, and I have my own path to walk on. And every chance I can get at killing you, I will. Probably torture you, not kill you right away. I do like to play with my food.

So don't fucking stand there and say we're in this together or any crap like that. Soon, the only world you'll live in will be mine, and there'll be nothing but darkness and suffering waiting for you. I am not, never was and never will be part of your little gang bang.«

He turned and walked away casually, one hand in pocket. They watched his back in silence, then Bakura stepped forward.

»I hope you don't expect me to stay, so you can pretend to be my friends and pretend like you care about me … like you used to.« As he spoke, two sharp teeth were clearly visible. Vampires could always hide them, but he never did. He didn't bother. »I have nothing to do with this. Or you. I'm not even sure why I came.«

He turned and twirled his black umbrella, walking on the same way Yami Bakura disappeared on. Malik didn't comment or move. He became estranged during these three years. It seemed he'd rather talk with them than Atem and his friends. Isis was worried, very worried, she could not understand.

This time, however, Malik showed signs of wishing to stay and listen to what Atem has to say. Yami Malik was in deep thought and after Bakura left, he looked up in surprise, like only now realising he was still here. Careful to chose the way far from the one Yami Bakura did, he walked away, not saying a word. It was a childish form of rebellion these men had; though they all lived in Bakura's house, they would walk on different paths to it, desperately trying to show they are not in alliance. Another example of great lenghts men will go because of their ego.

Anzu, Atem's girlfriend, was already waiting in room Yuugi and Atem shared. Her hair was long, very long, it stopped at her waist. Bangs in the front were cut in straight line above her eyes. She wore pink strapless top, blue jeans and pink platform sandals with black socks. She still had girl-like charm.

Mai, who got a call from Jounouchi, was also there. Dressed more like a warrior duelist, her hair was up in ponytail. Red top with straps, black shorts and knee high red stiletto boots. Her style was unbeatable. As the boys were telling strange events that occurred to them in embrace of cold night, Mai bit her lip and crossed her arms, looking strikingly like Kaiba. But Anzu got more and more serious, looking almost gloomy.

»We should try to contact Ayaka again,« suggested Honda. »Isn't her name Morana now?« spoke up Yuugi.

»It doesn't matter if she changed her name, I think we must discuss what happened three years ago with her, we-«

»I think we should let it be,« quietly interrupted Anzu. Atem widened his eyes. This was the first time she had interrupted or disagree with him. Usually she stayed sort of … inferior to him.

Anzu didn't look anyone in the eyes, knowing what reaction her next words will have. »I think we should let Ay … Morana be. Don't talk with her or try to find her. Or Amaya, for that matter.«

»That's nonsense!« raised his voice Atem, like she expected. »We have to confront her, ask her what she's been doing. She's so changed now, you should have seen her!«

»I care about her, I need to know what happened,« said Mai and looked at Anzu, who was still staring at the floor. With loud hmph! the brunette stood up and send an ugly look at Mai, then walked towards the door. Opening it, she let her hand rest on door frame, and spoke angrily, while others watched her back.

»Let's be honest! Let's be honest with each other right now! I look like a bad guy now, but in reality, I'm just saying out loud what you all are thinking; the only reason we want to talk to her is because of our own selfishness! We feel guilty for what happened three and a half years ago, guilty for not stopping her from leaving when she was devastated because of us, Kaiba and her best friend! Guilty that all this time we never even bothered to contact her to see how she was doing! We want to talk to her because we want to feel better about our acts, not because we want her to feel better! Are you listening to yourselves? Amaya, or what was it … Rin? Rin isn't even mentioned in conversation! Because as soon as she became a vampire and killed Nerissa and Bosses' clan back then, we thought to ourselves: oh, she's evil now, she's gone to the other side, and we don't feel guilty about it like we do in Morana's case, we feel ashamed! Ashamed of our own prejustice! Because we don't feel sorry for Rin, or Amaya should I say, because she's a vampire! And we're ashamed of being ashamed, that's why we avoid bringing Rin up in conversation!

To go even further; we don't care about them, we just want to feel better, we want to believe we have nothing to do with this … this … drastic transformation! And all of you are just too ashamed to say the truth out loud …«

She took a deep breath.

»That we all want to see them dead. Because that would make our lives so much less complicated, and we can live on without any stains of guilt or shame. So we can keep being heroes.«

There was a heavy, thick silence in the air. Anzu slowly turned and continued more calmly.

»Do you know why I want you to leave this alone? Just like all of you, I don't care about Morana or Rin, but I once cared about Ayaka and Amaya. And for the sake of Ayaka and Amaya I once cared about, I think the last act of kindness we can show then is to be out of their ways, they don't deserve us being all over them because of our own selfish reasons.«

She turned and walked down the stairs. Atem was wide-eyed. Jounouchi was staring at the floor, like Anzu had been moments ago. Honda had his hands in fists. Otogi shook his head but said nothing. Yuugi looked sad and lost, looking at Pharaoh for support. Mai was wildly biting her lip, nervous.

Then Kaiba un-crossed his arms and said in emotionless voice: »I don't have time to be here.«

He walked away, with Isis around his arm. She was quietly saying something to him and he kept nodding. When they disappeared, Malik, who has blended in with the wall, stepped forward. »I have to agree with Bakura. I too am not sure why I came here.« Egyptian boy followed Kaiba and Isis down the stairs. Atem clenched hands in fists, like Honda had before. What is the point in arguing with Anzu, if you're not sure she's wrong?

*M & R*

Full moon was mocking any creature of the night who wanted to hide in the darkness. With its piercing light, she made it hard to find a shadow to lure in. Perky Blue was wondering streets of Domino, cursing the unusually bright night. Her hands were bloody.

She wanted to do this, for her leader, Rin-sama. No one knew much about Rin-sama's past, she never talked about it, but wild rumors and stories were circling around Stiah girls. Like that she killed her boyfriend. Tortured all of the Domino. They were just rumors, but there was something they all knew; Domino is where Rin was born. Perky Blue breathed in and out anxiously. She'll be in so much trouble. Maybe Rin-sama will kill her! No! She was doing it for her!

Still, she forced Sickley Green to tell her what she knows about Rin-sama's past. And she got names … so she started with the first-

»There she is! There she is! I told you Rin-sama she was out here somewhere!« Annoying, spoiled voice of Poison Pink interrupted her thoughts. If she'd still be alive, Perky Blue's heart would be beating wildly. Rin-sama is here! What will the punishment be? She slowly turned and looked up. Down the street, Poison Pink was standing, with a victorious smile on her face, her arms wrapped around Rin-sama's arm. Perky Blue didn't dare to look her leader in the eyes.

»Perky Blue, what have you done?« Soft, quiet, sugary yet poisonous voice was sliding around her body like a snake.

»What have you done?« repeated Rin. Perky Blue blinked, still staring at the ground, big tears fell from her electric blue eyes.

»Poison Pink, go back to the mansion.«

»Oh no, Rin-sama, I'd much rather stay here and watch,« Poison Pink replayed with evil smile, watching crying girl before her. Rin turned to look at her and whispered in very loving voice:

»Are you disobeying a direct order? From me?«

The whispering hit Poison Pink like a sharp silver sword. Her bottom lip was trembling. She muttered an apology and quickly disappeared. Rin slowly walked to crying Perky Blue. She was taller; her trusted blue doll hardly reached her nose. Like a lioness stalking her prey, she started walking in circles around Perky Blue.

»Why did you leave the mansion when I specifically said no one was to go in Domino center? We don't need any hunters on our tail now. We need to go to America.«

Perky Blue sniffed loudly and words came pouring out of her mouth, like she'd be afraid she won't have enough time to live to explain herself. »I'm deeply sorry, Rin-sama! I … I was trying to … to help you! I thought you might … like it … if … if … if some certain people were … dead! So-so … I …« Rin stopped right before Perky Blue's face and asked silently yet lovingly: »Who?« Perky Blue looked up at her leader and whispered through tears.

»Honda Hiroto, Rin-sama.«

Moon was blinded by a dark cloud. It made Rin's face unbelievably eerie. »Go to mansion.«

»R-Rin-sama?«Perky Blue could not believe her ears. Rin-sama … won't kill her? »Stay there. Don't tell anyone what you have done. I'll take care of it.«

Perky Blue blinked. Rin was gone.