* This story was inspired by previous works that I've read in the past. Key authors being Holly Black and Melissa Marr. I take no credit for their work. Furthermore, I don't carry the rights for this anime. Some of the characters will act OOC; all of these characters are of age. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Enjoy.

Chapter 9

Time passed by, and not a word was heard from Ikuto. Not a sound was heard from Ikuto's violin. Time passed by, and Amu slowly started to grow impatient...

*~Three and a Half Months Later~*

Ikuto's POV:

"Yoru..." Ikuto felt pained. He felt too... Full. As if he'd eaten too much. His body was slowly starting to wear out; his stamina slowly starting to die down. Something that had never once happened to him before.

"Continue, Ikuto. This is your punishment for Attempted Human Association." Said a low, authoritative voice. It was strange. Yoru was heads shorter than he, yet the way he carried himself intimidated Ikuto. He had the same indigo colored hair as he, and he was their Courts former Gancanagh.

His 'punishment' has been lasting for almost four months. He laid on an unusually warm tiled floor, an equally plain, and warm-aired room surrounding them. A naked, panting female human laid beneath him, begging for more of his touch. Yoru sat at a desk across the room. Completing some paper work, Ikuto would guess. It wasn't weird to have Yoru watch him have sex. Of course, he would have preferred that he didn't... but Ikuto was a pawn. Nothing more. He had no say in anything to his superiors. He wasn't ashamed of his body, and he wasn't failing to please his weekly humans. Weekly. That was the key word. This was nothing.

"More, I-Ikuto! More!" The human bucked her hips, crashing them recklessly against his as she bit into her lip with wanton need. A bit over the top, this human is... Ikuto tried hard not to roll his eyes, or groan with frustration. He desperately wished it was Amu beneath him. Instead of the stringy, dirty blonde hair, he desperately wished it was the shockingly bright pink mop of Amu's hair. Oh, how he wished he could see her again. He would give anything. Even if it meant this. He hesitated at the thought, briefly scared on how unruly his thoughts have become. How...human of him to be thinking this way.

"Tsukiyomi Ikuto!" Yoru demanded from behind the desk, as if sensing his thoughts.

Ikuto closed his eyes and caressed his human's stomach with his left hand, cupping her soft and supple breast in his right. The woman moaned in great volume. As if he hadn't done touched her this way plenty of times before. As if her body wasn't over-sensitized as it was. Ikuto found himself zoning away from reality, trying to think of something else as he thrust into her. He wanted this to be over already. Luckily, today was the last day with her, though. Until tomorrow.

Tomorrow, a whole new month.

Tomorrow, the day of his release.

All he had to do was get this damned woman to orgasm this final time. She'd already came more than the healthy amount she should. She'd gotten over stimulated, but Ikuto couldn't stop. Not with Yoru hounding him. He felt bad for her, in a way. The way he always did when he wasn't able to show a woman mercy. Climaxing. The word popped back into his head, and he was strangely renewed with a sense of energy at the thought of being just an orgasm away from seeing Amu again. He tweaked and flicked his thumb over the woman's left nipple, suckling the right with only a tiny bit of desperation. The woman thrashed beneath him, and he pulled away, pinning her wildly bucking hips to the tile. She squirmed and Ikuto felt a tiny slice of pain sink in with her lust-filled emotion. Yes, this was the final climax she would ever have. He hoped Yoru picked a mortal no one would miss. Today was her last day to live.

"So far, so good Ikuto." Yoru complicated, seemingly appeased.

Ikuto sighed and whilst shaking his head and pushed his manhood into her slickened entrance with ease. She moaned. He felt nothing. He paid more attention to his thoughts than anything else. His body worked and moved like a machine. Thrusting in, pulling out. Thrusting in again, and pulling out. In, out. In, out. Not too long after the 20th thrust in, he felt her inner muscle clamp down onto his member. That was when he started to feel something. Power. Euphoria. The pinnacle of the end. Like the human serial killer's sick pleasure after watching their victims die. Like a child getting the last ice cream cone. He felt as if he accomplished something. He felt Life itself reward him for his deed.

He hadn't noticed that she'd already came. That she was already panting and writhing in pain. He slid himself out and away from her, and looked away when he felt her pain slide over his skin. Tantalizing.

"No, Ikuto. Watch. You need to understand what you're capable of, what you must do to survive! You need to understand why humans cannot freely interact with you!" Yoru ordered.

Ikuto forced his eyes back to the writhing body.

Consistent.

Her skin turned a sickly pale, and her eyes lacked in their usual blue luster that it had before. He'd forgotten all about this part. He'd forgotten what he'd been forced to watch at the end of every week, after pleasuring each of his women. He didn't have Utau to take care of their bodies before they died this time. To save them from enduring this kind of pain. No. He did not have Utau...

A human he took did not eat. Did not drink. All she lived off of was sex. His sex. The consistent sweat, and lack of drink made her dehydrated. Made her sick. Her mind wanted food, but her body wanted nothing but sex. Sex, sex, sex. And it was not his job to feed them. In fact, he couldn't even if he tried. The human died instantly. Her body rejects everything else. There was no saving them after his touch. This human was dying. Her body was shutting down. Overworked, and uncared for. Her skin was now a papery grey. Her blonde hair flat, wild and deadened. Her eyes also flattened like popped balloons, slowly yellowing in color. Her body collapsed in and of itself in a matter of moments.

Ikuto wept for her. He wept for her, as he wept for all of them. It was always painful to watch and despite it being something hes seen many times over, each time was like the first time. To be forced to watch this time around also says something.

"Come, Ikuto." Yoru's voice was soft, and he had swore he could hear a hint of pity. Yoru had been in this situation as well, no doubt. Ikuto felt a little bit of respect for him, then. But only for a small matter of time. He'd been through this situation before. And yet... He'd force him to go through this... Why? Of course he had to do this. The court had eyes everywhere; he was lucky to have just one pair of eyes watching him.

Yoru rested a hand on his shoulder, helping him up off of the floor. Ikuto's legs wobbled slightly and he raked his fingers through his soaked hair. There wasn't a punishment in this world that he could compare the pain to. It has both physically and emotionally exhausted him. Yoru held out a black robe for him to put on, and Ikuto took it with thanks, hoping to leave before any more bad luck comes his way..

"Your time of punishment is up."

Please R&R.