Sara had had Yuki under surveillance for over ten days. Her activity was anything but unusual, although those skeleton-faced men that showed up left and right seemed to make Sara a little cocky as to what Yuki was holding them around for. But she knew something was wrong. She knew the way Yuki-sama felt about her, the way Yuki's eyes could burn a hole in yours. She'd have to get a closer look at this so-called Kuran "princess".
Yuki sat in her room, a young man kneeling before her as she lifted his chin. He made sounds of pain, his muscles twitching from time to time. But she sat calm, a lit candle and bottle of ink at her side and a needle in hand. "Ssh." she'd say, soothingly. The boy's pupils were small as shook, but it wasn't her current actions that he was afraid of. It was what was ready to come next. She tilted her head as she finished. His face was red and irritated from the hot tool, but the ink work was rather fantastic. She smiled slightly as she as she set the needle on her nightstand. "Beautiful." she said as she smoothed back his hair. He trembled as he stared into her eyes. She got on her knees in front of him, promising it wouldn't hurt. She took out a small pocket knife and held it up. He was now vibrating in fear.
She leaned in, giving him a kiss upon his tattooed lips, as she did to all the others. She then tilted his chin down, separating his gritted teeth with her index and thumb. "Ssh." She took his hand and squeezed it as she set the knife on the tip of his tongue...but he couldn't scream.
He watched from the keyhole. Everything she had done...what was it? There was a word for it. Sadistic perhaps? He backed away from the door when he saw her headed toward it. The man she was "working on", left. Paralyzed and zombified, he walked down the hall, leaving him fear-stricken and her to stare. "What did you see? Takuma." she said silently. Takuma swallowed. "Most of it. Does Kaname know you're doing this?" he asked, a little nervous. She smiled, although none could tell. "He doesn't have to know about it. Does he? Although I wouldn't be ashamed if he did." she answered. He straightened up. "And I won't tell." She looked in his eyes. "So then why are you here?" He looked around and then took her back inside her room. "I don't take sides, Yuki-sama, or at least I try not to." he said. She cocked a brow.
"I know about Sara if that's what this is coming to." she said. He frowned. "You know? That she's watching?" "Let her." Yuki cleane dup her supplies and the few blood droplets on the ground as he spoke. "Then why do you continue on?" "Because she'll get what she deserves, Takuma..." She gently touched his face. "You should flee from her side as soon as possible or your demise will entwine with hers." His eyes widened as he flinched away. She dropped her hand at her side and looked at him. "Tell Sara exactly this. 'She can't get anything off of me...without her own pay'." Yuki said in a deeper tone. Takuma gulped and nodded as he left abruptly. Yuki sighed. It wasn't war...rather a match.