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Now I'm
erasing you.
Throwing these
memories out...

"Is this where you've been all this time? Hiding in the fog?"

Hiding?!

She suddenly submerged into a massive ocean of memories, the cold darkness washing over her as she sank deeper into the abyss. The bruises, the lies, the angry fire in his blue eyes. The dances in the pouring rain, the nights where they would make love underneath the stars... this was back when she had a soul. Back before she sold it to the devil, in return for power. Her greed had gotten the best of her; no, it was her ambition that had done it. Her recklessness. It wasn't his fault that things had ended, it was hers.

It was only now did she stop regretting it.

"Hiding?" she muttered, whirling around to face him and baring her fangs in a nasty snarl in retaliation to his words. "I have no one, or anything to hide from." She was starting to get a buzz. "Another!" she demanded, turning back to the bar. Promptly after her request was registered, yet another drink was placed in front of her. Zamarron looked at it stupidly for a moment, and then grabbed it, before chugging the entire thing down. "See, I forgot about you, Yahiko. You are nothing to me but a little insect meant to be squashed!" She laughed at that, rocking backwards, nearly falling off her stool.

"But what about you?" she asked, propping her elbows up on the bar to support her head as she looked at him with eyes that mocked genuine curiousity. "How have you been? Under a fucking rock? This place is no place for you." That much was obvious. It was a place for the worst of the worst, like herself. She was within her element here, and she would take every advantage of that. Her lips moved once more: "And why the long face, sweetie?" she cooed, cocking her head to the side. "I know you miss me, but come on... get over yourself."

She giggled at the cruelty in her words.

She looked over at Zibishi, glaring at him. "That's no way to talk to your sister, ya fucking runt. Now sit straight and enjoy your drink."

But then--

the cloaked "stranger" removed his hood.

!

Her mouth fell agape. Her eyes widened, having erupted with the royal golden fire of sorrow and shock. That face... it was beautiful, carved by angels in Adonis' image. He hadn't seemed to age a bit since the last time she saw him; only his voice had changed. He sounded older, in a sense, as if his voice had been eroded by pain and war. And those eyes- so blue, like the never ending ocean, where they had first met. Looking at him, it was possible to relive that moment if she wished. But would she? No; but she would.

The sea. A vast body of danger and mystery. She stood erect at it's edge, gazing over at its horizon with day dreams swimming erotically within her golden eyes. The wind swept up her long, ebony tresses, and she let her lashes descend, greeting the gusts' wild embrace with a gentle smile. The sun was setting- the day had nearly reached its end. Only a one family was still at the beach, and it had reached the point where they were now packing to go home. Only, there was something wrong.

Zamarron opened her eyes as the sound of panicked splashing reached her ears, and her brows furrowed in cofusion. She looked out over the waves; a child. "Help! Help me!" He was struggling to stay above the water's surface, submersing within the depths at random. Immediately Zamarron kicked off her sandals, and in her black two piece ran straight into the ocean. Once she was deep enough she began to swim, kicking furiously, her adrenaline seizing her every movement. She stroked with passion, and she looked up- she almost to him.

Once she reached him, however, he went under. Never losing control of the situation, the woman dived under the waves, grasping a firm hold of his arm. With her massive strength, she swiftly pulled him to the surface, and as he took his first gasp for air, she felt... relieved.

"You okay?!"

But the voice wasn't hers.

She looked over, only to see a strange, however beatiful, new face; a boy's face. Her heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened with surprise. Even so, she never lost sight of her goal; she and the stranger pulled the boy to shore, before laying him out on the sand. He was coughing... so he was breathing. "You okay?" asked the boy again, and the child nodded in response, suddenly erupting in screams for his mother. She came running, having been distracted from her book, immediately realized what had just occured.

Her thank you's were shrugged off by both of her child's saviours, and once she was gone, they looked at one another. Zamarron blushed as his gaze fell upon her.

He laughed. She giggled.

"I'm Yahiko," he said, holding out his hand. The girl shyly took it with her own.

"Zamarron."

That was the first and last time she had ever given her full name to someone by choice. And every time he would say it after that day, she was ailed with chills, and butterflies erupted from her stomach, and they would flly out her mouth as sweet, innocent words to be choked on. That had been when she was fourteen, he thirteen... and until a few months ago, they had been inseperable.

She briefly wondered if his heart was still broken to this very night.

Judging by the look of apathy on his countenance... it was.

"Yahiko?" she whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek. Her face flushed scarlet, and music played in her head. Could it be...?

... was it really him?

Yahiko...

It had been so long ago. In the days where she had once been so innocent and pure, before the black had seized her heart as its own. Before she had turned so cruel, before she had reached the end of the path of evil. Yet in her music, she remembered these things. She weeped, and as she played the song of moonlight, she let the memories invade in her mind. The war inside was what would always haunt her, a place of chaos and destruction that she couldn't help but to go to in her moments of weakness. She guessed, as anyone would speculate, that she was simply human... and these thoughts were inevitable, unable to be escaped from.

Suddenly the room grew silent, the candle light reflecting morbidly against her beautiful features.

The corpse on top of the piano had yet to be acknowledged by the songstress, until now. Her amber hues looked over at the youthful body of the child, alight with the golden fire of envy. Oh, how she wished to be dead, like the girl she stared at so coldly. To be at peace, without the fear of the very evil within her own heart... to be in paradise with her true Master. Her true Creator. But never mind that-- it was time to get down to business. Alright, lolli, she thought, standing up to her full height. Let's bring you back to life. Or at least, as full of life as she could get her.

With a swipe of her hand she had the dead girl's body off the surface of the piano, where it fell to the floor with a hard thud. Her limbs had hit the ground at odd disfigured angles, proving to Zamarron that she was all the more... dead. Yet she was not only used to working with corpses, she genuinely enjoyed practicing her medical skills on them; they never talked back or complained about how much pain they were in. Getting down on her knees, she placed her bare hands over the girl's cranium, before latching onto it with her spider like fingers.

Etheral lashes descended over her golden optics, concealing their fire and power. It was what she did to focus, and all whilst all alone, within the cold darkness, her focus was at its best. She chanelled a massive amount of chakra down her arms and into her palms and fingertips, being sure to utilize her raiton release within the process. The goal was to stimulate the brain with waves of electricity, and thus awakening the girl's nervous system; the basis of bringing a body back to life.

The air was swimming with the very essence of night. Crickets chirped a song of promises, and the stars scintillated brilliantly throughout the black sky. The cold embraced Zamarron, and she welcomed it with open arms. She closed her eyes to revel in it, smiling gently to herself. The night is long tonight... Indeed. Her meeting with Kouketsu-sama had been almost a disaster. But in the end, she'd stayed his loyal subordinate. Then she ran into Zibishi, whom she was developing maternal feelings for- always a complication with that one. And now, she was off to treat her adopted sibling to some... indulgence.

Approaching the building that was her destination, Zamarron called back to the youth, "Hurry up, flower girl! We're here!"

Entering the bar, the vixen's entrance was as elegant and neck breaking as always. Her heels clacked against the floor, announcing her arrival; as she walked, her hips moved to and fro, and these curves would lead up to humble bust, along with a most radiant face. She was the epitome of lust, the queen of dark beauty.

Knowing that Zibishi would follow her, she made her way towards the bar, taking a seat and patting the seat next to her with her long, sharpened nails. "Aye, prick," she called to the bartender. "Two round over here!" She laughed at herself, her fangs glittering in the light. "Oh, Zibishi.. be sure to enjoy yourself," she grinned.

She wouldn't notice the odd fellow sitting on the other side of her, though.

I swallowed all your lies,
and now I'll vomit up the truth.

Until all the stars go out,
I'll be in Love with you...