Ark 24 Episode 15 : BOOM! Goes the Dynamite

Synopsis
''Upon drying up along sure, the merciless Eden Creed has found himself fulfilling many unimaginalbe deeds, but among those deeds came birth for a strongr reason to fight, Eden reminisce on the time he spent with Lucy in this episode pushing him to thrive harder, fight the gods and vome back home to her make things right; but he still lacks the acceptable strength to tell her. So until then he'll wait - protecting her even through the distance that stood between them; BOth being mentally and physically.''

Part I
Lucy: Current Outfit: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fc/11/79/fc1179050f974f76540eab24d81d168d.jpg Current Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiK2JlBpzvI

Weak.

Hungry.

Frail.

Luciana had been pushing herself since yesterday, strolling throughout the world with nothing on her mind. Cuddles was silenced in her back again, his voice proving annoying for the moment and managed to simply kiss upon her head and retreat to his pouch; making sure she had time to be alone. Her entire mind felt lost right now and where was the drive to continue? The one thing that had kept her going, to keep pushing and run from Esper, was to get Syl. Now Syl didn’t even want her around. Her own ‘sister’ didn’t want her around.

The woman who never gave up, and never cried, was doing exactly the opposite now.

“Whatta mess I am.” She sighed to herself, her right foot extending and hitting along the cement beneath.

“Face is Lucy, life ain’t doin’ what ya want it to do, so what left is there to do?” Another kick to the curb, this time towards the corner of the brick building she passed. The harsh thrash to it made her jolt then, feeling pain more alive now than previously, and from there she yelped. Her leg came up, bending upon the knee as she coiled her arms around it, holding it close to her chest as she jumped.

“Shoot, shoot, SHOOT! ARG!”

Words of agony extended itself, shooting from every corner it could. Random people who walked by could probably see the mess of the woman, five foot five of tarnished rubble. One hand swept upwards, fingers embedding into the matted mess before suddenly she tripped. Tripped one a damn rock.

The body hurdled forwards and she landed right onto her left cheek, smushed among the crap and skull slapping harshly. As the rest of her figure landed, laying upon the sidewalk, Lucy seemed to gurgle and eyes went all dizzy. “W-Wha-?” She wheezed, going to push herself up but instead not moving a muscle.

Instead she laid there in partial silence, the world around her succumbing to a more darker state as her eyes fluttered opened and closed. “Ima just… Ima just… sleep.” On the cement, yes, entirely perfect. But that is what she had ensued to do, her fragile frame laying like a limp noodle along the ground.

Eden Creed: His gaze remained stable, not even an inch of wavering. A slight hint of motion crept his lips; But, a hint of any intent to turn away from the gruesome image before him remained absent and unimaginable. A river of blood holding an resemblance of the Niagara falls, peeling and clawing at his skin followed by a sudden rush to split at the temple of his nose saying their farewells and going their separate ways. Oddly enough ,this blood was not of his own; It was foreign, His fair skin quickly exiling the foreigner to where it was forced to roll off his chin hitting the marble ground with “ plitter platters.” Eden rose from his seat which held on strong to the shadows he had soon grew accustomed too; “ I think he was telling the truth. He really didn’t know.”

His voice grew cynical and rather menacing; Nearly knocking him off his balance as the sound of his voice bounced off the stone encrypted walls only to become quite extravagant echoes.” Is he dead ?..Damn it Eden. “ The shallow voice of London Kenrock can be heard blasting from the headset loud and clear. The Tyrant softly rolled his neck to the side; he could hear London's fury s a little louder then he wanted to hear it. “ Eh, how was I supposed to know how much he could handle ? It’s whatever the streets are clear of one less Scum. “ Eden spoke with aggression dapping the silk sheet of paper against the blood amongst his fingers; before quickly rolling it up into a ball and throwing up amongst the deceased.

The man was held up by his wrist on a bundle of rusted chains; his insides clear to view by anyone blood still spilling from his arteries. His right eye gouged in with a bright and early yellow pen. His Jaw a little lower than it’s supposed to be you could almost still hear his screams; the tears that somehow dried up and aligned itself with his blood. Traces of the mans organs scattered amongst the floor like a Lego play set; blood plastered amongst the walls creating their own images.

The man who made this all possible didn’t seem bothered by it all, he simply exited the room sealing it shut behind him with a loud clank. He found himself in a dark hall way which smelled of death while being overcome with screams. Eden reached for the nearest torch and attempted to make his way upstairs but halted at the buzz of his headset. “ Hello. “ Eden's eyes widened before turning his neck to the door ,

“ Where?“

It’s roar turned heads; everyone now alerted fore there was only one animal in the jungle who roared like that, and he was king. Eden sped down the fast lane on his bike, his hair muffled against the rushing winds. All, that he passed all looked like nothing but lights to him, nothing more. Eden furrowed his brows forward, slightly bending at his jaw due to suddenly catching a flying critter to the mouth. “ Gahh ! fucking K-City. “ The roar of his engine slowly began to settle down turning into one of the abandoned lots in the city. Before him stood two young males, they both looked in there teens. One whose face was riddled in piercings, bleach hair that came running down his red hoodie while the other held the same appearance just with less piercings and more tattoos. They didn’t look like the smartest bunch of bastards but they had something he wanted so he had to deal accordingly; Benzino stood before them the same smug smile on his face as always.

“ So, where is she ? “

Eden said rushing straight into business,” Hold up where's the dough ? “ Eden placed his gaze at Benzino to which he slightly nodded pulling out a brown paper bag. The boy nodded to his friend who lifted the trunk of his rather large van. There rested Lucy on a mattress sound asleep. “ We found her out back my fathers restaurant, some bums were about to steal some of her stuff if we hadn’t got there on time. “ The boy said, Eden spilled his gaze on the boy once more. “ You didn’t ..- “ Eden was quickly interrupted by the other kid “ Of course not we know better than that. Besides, you were looking for her and if there's one thing we learned from father it’s to not disrespect the man we pay our rent to.” Eden smiled, “ You’re fathers a wise man. “ Eden quickly pulled Lucy from the mattress holding her amongst his shoulder. Benzino handed off the cash and parted ways with the kids, “ Ben, I’ll take her back to the penthouse I have a little mess in Cell block 1b, mind handling that for me ? Eden requested before seating himself upon his bike lying Lucy against his back while he held one arm over her and his other hand on the bar of the bike.

Benzino nodded “ You got it boss. “ Moments later if allowed Lucy would have awoken in the guest room of Eden's penthouse, Eden would have been bedside making a few adjustments to his suit for his fight with Poseidon which was nearly here.

Lucy✥: Thoughts swarmed in her head and the reflection of a beaten, ugly mug of a man shadowed above her. His tanned flesh was gruff and smelled far worse than she could have pictured on someone, while the very same face cracked a sadistic grin. A grin of sadism she wasn't on board with. His teeth were tinted of a mustard yellow, while also one tooth, blackened by something or other.

She could hear the slaps of Syl putting up a fight -the crush on her placing another skull to the corpses they fought against. But from there was she staggered, having looked over too soon and trampled. One hand on either of her arms, another grasping her legs while they threw her against the wall. The sound of chains dragging made her skin crawl.

"This will only hurt a bit." Came the voice from prior and then the sounds of Syl's laughter filled the air, everything shifting to nothing but her staring at her, the men gone, but Syl screaming at her on how she hated her. How it was all. her. fault.

Luciana awoke with a sharp scream, bolting out of whatever she was in. The sheets curled around her frame, tugging upon her body and twisting like a python. Blonde hair flew up and about and her figure tossed over the bed with an audible 'THUMP'. Face was smushed into the ground and half of her body still stuck up upon the bed. A groan left her mouth.

"Ugh." Lucy voiced the sound that she could only think of right now. Pushing her palms flat against the... not cement? Lucy dragged her skull up, blue eyes peaking right and left while her blurry vision focused properly now, taking in proper furniture? And nice walls? Were those curtains that were a different colour than white? Where was she?

She tried to tumble out of her mess, pushing her body to flip over, laying on her back instead while her hands grasped at the bedsheets and went to tug. But she was stuck. The infamous Luciana Harlow, Elite Esper Rank 10, was stuck in bedsheets in a random rather nice home.

Doviekiin ✥: Luciana had been kept upon the ground due to the controlling pieces of fabric that seemed to hunger for her body. It twined around her, coiled, but as the door busted in her eyes bolted up and she screeched in surprise. Clearly she wasn't ready for such wild antics! She screeched, eyelids pulled back wildly and blue hue's taking in the sudden rolled form, it's comfortable appearing figure quite... enjoyable. Lucy tilted her head to the right as it rested along the carpet grounds, the mess of her blonde hair providing as a pillow beneath and around her.

When words fell from the male's mouth, a male whom she had told her title too but never heard his own, she felt the flush of red on her cheeks and wrangled about some more. "Eh?! Y-You!" She'd point a finger but obviously that was more harder than one would imagine. "Oi! Release me, ya?!-" The words were jumbled as he seemed to come forwards, the grasp of his hand coming up while pulling harshly at the sheets surrounding her form like a canon. In the quick motion it was torn from her and her body rolled, falling entirely off the bed now and ending by three summersaults near the wall by the window.

"Ooh." Her voice was pushed up, muffled by a mouthful of carpet before it flopped down. The uniform that she had been given was still on her frame just more hitched up from her little spins here and there. As the attractive male's boisterous voice fled about, Lucy pushed up with her palms and shook her head, eyes spinning within the room until adjusting. She turned her scalp, one pigtail much higher than the other while clearly showcasing a look she would not ever run about in outside.

As quickly as she had awoken was he already commanding her about, someone she barely new and barely understood. Her eye's went a little deadpan, blinking soon after and not being able to refrain the curiosity. Pushing herself up and towards her five foot five height, Lucy felt the carpet sink between her toes, it's soft presence surprisingly quite welcome. "Ooh~" She giggled, a smile brimming her lips as she remained there for but a moment, pushing further into the floor. "I think this, mhm mhm." The blonde nodded to herself, getting carried away until she jumped at hearing his voice again.

"Oh!" In a scamper she trudged forwards, peaking around the corner and out of the room. She watched his taller stature navigate the hallway and quickly she followed, canning her head to take in whatever she could. It was interesting to see such large screens everywhere, places she had been too and places she had never even knew existed before hung up on the walls, flashing like individual pictures with slight motion. The random files strewn about were almost pressed upon by her feet as they also had a few casually laying along the ground beneath.

Lucy reached her hand out towards a rather skeletal figure of decoration on one side table, the tip of her finger with her red toned nail tapping just lightly... just ever so lightly, but twitched when he said 'Do not touch anything...' which in return caused something to break off the skeletal thingy. His back was still to her so her eyes went wide, staring at him, then at the object, then at him, then back again before biting the inside of her cheek, picking up the piece and trying to put it back on. The tiny little thing jumbled about in her hands and could hardly even be picked up with her fingers, so in the end she just stuck the piece between its nose, darting off right after with her arms behind her back as if she didn't do a thing.

Luciana did not sit yet, instead she stood, coming closer slowly while he pushed on something and everything took a dramatic shift in hue and tone. Odd images blew up on the walls and she blinked, one eye coming up to rub the left eyelid and a yawn retreating from her plump, pouted lips. At the show of a weird little object, blue tint to it's over all image, Lucy scrunched her nose up and brought her hand towards the back of her neck. "Ugh, it's still in there, nyeah? What a rude guy! You'd think he'd take it out when he pushes ya to the ground but noooope, 'course not, gotta lodge that sucker in."

Lucy went to go and push on it but then she stopped, remembering how it was reflected as a detonator. Her mouth began to pout as she sighed, flopping into the chair before the desk and huffing; laying with her legs hanging off one side and her back resting along the other arm rest. "Blaaaaaah." She voiced, the octave lingering about the room. As her legs swayed back and forth she glanced to what he was wearing and suddenly stiffed a giggle. "Why don't you just look cutie patootie." Lucy strummed out a musical giggle, her shoulders shaking in the slight laughter but clearly showing amusement in the depths of her eyes. You'd think she would ask why she is here, but she did remember she fell asleep on the cement, so anywhere than there was good at this point. Eden Creed: Edens fingers danced amongst the little black keys of his VAIO keyboard; “ Tap tap tap” it spoke with repetition his emerald green gaze caught in the sudden flood of words and coding, that in a accumulative direction traced itself around the hazel hues of his emerald Iris, suddenly his fingers began to slow, the groove ultimately seeping through his fingertips; his gaze seemed to wander off to her who seemed she was lost upon herself at the moment. He wondered what kept her so jumpy at night; It probably took getting to know her for him to understand it. But, from what he seen so far, she didn’t seem like the one to have nightmares. But, again judging a book by it’s cover - was never the most accurate way to go by, especially when it came to people. But it’s at least what he’d expected- but then again one doesn’t smile that much unless they’ve just come from the darkest of dark roads.

Catching himself lost in the train of thought, Eden Creed quickly swung his head side to side; attempting to focus his attention on the details here of the mysterious device caught in the depth of her neck. He hated the idea of it, something as beautiful as her, someone who kept necks rolled, eyes swirling; someone who makes crossing oceans and mountains to join them on the other side worthwhile treated and tagged like some animal. Without his attention, his fist could be seen being balled into a fist. But, suddenly catching grasp of himself he refracted his fist and regained his composure while rolling his shoulders back. “ Ahem ! “ He said to himself while clearing his throat.

His hand slid against the smoothness of his chin;. His smooth beach tanned skin welcoming the compassion “ It seems there’s only one way to get rid of this critter. “ Soon enough he turned towards her then to the skeletal display; and for some reason it seemed a bit ..off. Eden dragged his feet towards the display and suddenly his eyes dropped with one big swoop, his bros furrowed following and the dragging of skin could be seen on his forehead.” I ..Said.. “ His voice cynical and menacing this time, as he slowly rolled his neck towards her. “ DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING ! “ He shouted; a stream of smoke pushing through his ear like a chimney. His hand met the display, he quickly began to adjust it to it’s original format before gently letting out a soft sigh. “ Now, where was I -- Oh ! Yeah. “ Eden quickly clasped his palms together. “ I could get it out for you, but it’s going to - well um sting ? “ He warned her for a bit of sympathy for Dear ole Lucy.

Reaching in the pit of his pocket Eden would have retracted a small black remote. “ Forgive me, for this. “ Were his final words before he gently tapped his fingers against the remote, soon after that the chair Lucy once rested upon became the thing that contained her. Four Metal arms were extracted from the armrest of the chair slowly catching grasp of every limb, if she were to allow this to happen she’d find her body being forced to adjust, where she’d be seated upwards. Her wrist and ankles bounded in the grasp of these metal arms with nothing but her torso and neck to move freely.

“ It seems this device feeds off electricity. I'm assuming that's what got it there in the first place, but like anything too much of something isn’t good for you; so the only way I’ll be able to destroy it, is to give it too much of what it feeds off; somehow causing an overload that’ll set off it’s self destruct sequence. But, you’ll need this. “ Eden gently rubbed his thumb and fingers together, and a bubble was formed slowly expanding in size. This bubble, was a neon purple the color of his chi. He gently pulled her chin forward, but her tongue wasn’t given the same respect as he forced it out as well placing the bubble at it’s tip. “ Now Swallow. I’ll use these monitors to guide by bubble, I’ll have it wrapped around that said device to where it’s self destruct sequence will not affect you at all. But, bare with me. “ Eden pulled back, pressing his hand against a frame on a wall, the whole thing would automatically turn revealing a large stack of different weapons. It would seem like something off the fifty shades of grey movie. Batons, Tasers, guns , chains ,even a bit of fluffy cuffs But, one in particular caught his attention. The Electrocution gauntlets, the ones he inhabited while being imprisoned in that asylum alongside Kin.

Pulling it from it’s display he’d adjust it upon the frame of his hands, “ Alright, lets get this over with. “ Eden said tuning up the electricity, he shield his closed before placing his gauntlets behind her neck. “ Here goes nothing. “ He said as a shocking current of electricity fled his fingertips and met the frame of Lucy.

Lucy ✥: My goodness the steam that bellowed from his ears caused her eye's to go wide, face muted aside the display of pure shock at first. His shuffling about trying to fix the piece suddenly caused her to stop and then crack a grin, her entire frame bursting into a fit of humorous giggles. As if they had been rehearsed and set to perform for a live audience to enjoy. "Y-You should have s-s-seen your face !" Luciana wheezed, her pigtails bouncing as she settled down into a light cough, brushing down her thoughts and laughter until chilling out within the chair.

The man whom's name she still did not even know broke out, words drifting to knowledge about being able to remove the annoying object in her neck. Truthfully it wasn't even the concept of death that unsettled her but the understanding that it was slightly bulging out of her flesh, and that was totally, totally gross.

"Eh, sting, huh?" She blinked, blue eyes scanning to him and trying to learn her head back, bending more in the chair and getting intel only as he moved around, his hand outstretching to grasp at a remote, apologies were set and she was about to get up yet other plans had been set. In a sudden rush of action something jumped out of the chair making the poor girl squeal, her body going to fling itself from the furniture only to end up caged as it drew her back. Hands were bound down by metal, legs were fastened and all she could do was sit there staring at him.

"Ya know, if ya just wanted me to be bound ya coulda asked.~" She breathed her thoughts in an effortless manner, a cheeky grin caressing her lips. Lucy tried to jangle her wrists, and even push hard with her strength, but it seemed such a thought was far fetched. My God these things were tight! What fun could be had with it, the ideas were endless!

Each word mystery man spoke aloud made her head lean back after, just chilling out then and giving in to relaxing. "Uh huh, electricity, so, I gotta be-" Her tone was cut off, mouth opened while his finger touched along her chin, dragging her tongue out and something placed right upon it. The taste was rather bland but truthfully, that was something she was used to in Esper, so the issue was really non existent.

Glancing up to him from under her lashes did she gulp, whatever it was fluttering down her oesophagus. Something about baring with him really struck out, and it all clicked together. He was gonna electrocute her. The guy was gonna shock her to the moon!

His back was to her and she could see nothing but broad shoulders. The cupboards drawn open managed to make her peak, and in this time duration her grin turned into a deepening smirk. Of course he wouldn't know, but Lucy had a thing for electrocution. Call it a shiatsu for your brain, really.

When those hand devices were dragged out, securely fastened to his large pair of digits, the male came closer and faced more behind her. In two seconds her entire world went spinning. A bolt of traumatic electricity shocked throughout her system, aiming as if it was hitting every nerve on the way, and all that Lucy did at first was jolt about in the chair until her mouth gasped open and she... she laughed.

Her voice was music for the ages as she hollered out in numerous giggles. They fell from her with ease while her hair seemed to spike up, hands clamped around the edge of the seat and her eyes tearing up from the entire experience. It was so ridiculous odd and exhilarating to her that she didn't know what to do BUT laugh! God knows what he thought in his brain on how she was handling it.

Eden Creed: Her reaction was unexpected. In fact, Eden found it quite difficult to fathom the situation as well as its outcome. Sparks flew smashing and thrashing with a blue superior tint adding to it’s intensity striking at all who unfortunately stood within it’s reach. the heat burning at her skin- the rush of the temperature flowing through her bloodstream. He expected tears of pain not joy; He understood tolerance of pain but this was something else entirely.

The moment, Eden caught sight of the device exploding within the depths of his bubble; Eden would have quickly retracted the gauntlets. His face with slight disbelief at what had just occurred.

With lost of words, the fair skinned male dropped at his knees freeing both her wrist as well as ankles. “ You never seize to amaze. “ Eden enlightened her before catching a feel of the icy tips of a clear glass of water, It appeared cleaner then ever.

The type of clear that brought diamonds to shame; the type of clear that allowed you to believe something heavenly was at the bottom so you’d swim for eternity for just a whiff of it. Eden chuckled, this was quite astonishing at the least.

“ Here drink up ! “ Eden insisted softly placing the glass between her battered palms that held a touch stench of smoke and burning flesh.

Eden forced himself back on his feet; gently dragging his nails through the blackness of his frizzy hair. Its sensitive body shriveled beneath his touch, he yawned bait before seating himself amongst the couch. “ How are you feeling ? “

The young aspiring King took quick look at the female and instantly regretted asking the question. Her cheeky grin and mumbled into a mess blonde hair gave her the appearance of an ecstatic girl who had just exited the most thrilling roller coaster in the world.

“ The Names Eden Creed, Oyabun of the Arasumuru Clan. I’ve been looking for you, you’re a hard girl to find I must admit. “ He said with a bit more comfort now. “ What exactly were you thinking though ? you’re lucky those men found you when they did, who would have known what would happen if tit were the wrong people. But, speaking of wrong people. Who exactly are you ? Beyond the name Lucy.. what is your story ? "

Lucy ✥: Esper had been a monster house, something that would plague the dreams of children if they even caught a singular glimpse past the cement walls and one sided vision glass windows. Esper believed that in order to obtain the proper structure form of a soldier, they needed to make these people, these experiments go through the means of pain and progression.

Torture.

Luciana had been dealt a cold, cruel hand since a young age. They forced her to endure various torture methods, some stretching as far back as medieval construction. Her body had been destroyed and re-evaluated on far too many occasions. This manner, the concept of electrocution, had been used on Lucy as a form of 'punishment' since age eleven. In the end she began to absorb the energy; take light of the pain received. Instead of withering away, screaming while her blonde hair whips around and tears spray down her cheeks, Lucy began to channel it and make it a form of victory instead of submission. How can one torture a woman when half the time she's grinning back, begging you to cut a little deeper. Slice a little harder.

As he had pulled back, retreating in step and giving her body time to slump, Lucy felt her hair spritz up at odd angles while she kept wide eyes. Her fingers tapping against the arm rests; nails clinking. "HaaaHAHAHA, what a total rush !" Did the octave range itself, acting a bit more enthusiastic as before.

His body came near soon, slumping below in order to unlatch what connected her to the chair. The words he chosen to speak made her peak at him, the crooked grin on her face with eyes that glistened as if she caught sight of a beautiful ruby necklace.

Slowly did she raise her hands and grasp at the glass, letting the chill run down her spine upon the first touch, her tongue running over her upper lip. Easing it up to her mouth did she drink, tilting back far enough that some of the water began to coat her torso; making the black shirt dampen and stick. That was on purpose entirely for the cold against her flesh made her feel on fire in the best way.

Lucy watched him with wandering eyes. He body navigating away while fingers swept through the dark mop of hair, dragging it through and causing it to become far more ruffed up. Before he could even finish his sentence she giggled, hands clasping together after placing the glass on the floor towards her right. "Ex-ell-antaayyy!~" The word trying to formulate as more of an enthusiastic 'excellent'.

"Eden Creed, ya? Huh, why was Eden Creed lookin' for lil' ol Lucy? Wanted tuh get your ass whooped once more?" She smirked, one eye drifting into a wink as she reclined into the chair, easing down until her body repositioned back to her former placement: Across the chair with legs over one armrest and her back resting along the other.

Her legs swayed back and forth.

At the drift of the topic to her former situation, Lucy felt the light die in her eyes for a moment. The enthusiasm lost as she retained a quick, dead expression. It was gone in a matter of seconds though, perhaps to quick to even have been noticed? The smile brightened as she shrugged. "I am Lucy, or as Esper likes tuh call me: Experiment 25728." Her tone was so regular, as if the entire form of conversation was about discussion drifting in terms of weather.

Pushing her body backwards, Lucy hoisted her lower half upwards, jumping up from her spot on the chair to come to a stand. She walked a little closer, now only about a few inches away from him. Lucy didn't really think about other people's comfort zones to be honest.

With a pinch of her fingertips she hoisted her shorts down some, bringing the black material to show more of her smooth stomach but most recognizable, her hip bone. Burned into the pale, otherwise unblemished flesh, was a deadly appearing brand that even it's first sight looked like it was something that would have made you scream when it touched your skin.

"E10+. Esper Elite Rank 10, thaaaaat's me! Took ah lotta work to get that rank, yanno? Had to crush ah lotta skulls and make ah lotta people cry, but whatever, right?" She kept staring at the brand, peaking over the mounds upon her chest. With a tap over the bumped skin where it had the '+', she explained further. "That plus sign means they don't like me much though, callin' me ' unstable ' and ' hard to control ' with ' psychotic issues '" Each time she emphasised the words her hands would come up, two fingers inching as if to make quotations.

"But what do they know, right? They're so boring. Ugh, and so, so serious. Like, smile a little, ya?" With a contagious giggle she then kept her hands away from her shorts, not bothering to pull 'em up but simply crossing her arms over her chest.

Part II
Eden Creed: “ Ass whooped ? Psshh thats the funniest thing I heard all day ! “

He lent an ear to her story,/Experiment, huh ? makes sense./ he thought to himself his eyes failing to wander away from the girl. He arched a brow a bit as she stood to full height. Slowly she made her way closer to him Eden felt his heart jump. What he thought to be shallow felt very much alive; his skin began to crawl and the hair amongst his skin perked up like bare nipples at the dawn of winter. “ Uh-um. “ He said readjusting himself where he seated, finally she met her destination breaking his personal space by only an inch.

The moment she hoisted she her shorts down Eden quickly propped his hands in the air almost as if he was surrendering “ You don’t have to - Oh. “ He said dropping his palms against his thighs; he rolled his gaze upon her branded body, outlining her hip bones.

“ Esper, huh ? I’ve come across a few, None like you though. “

Eden softly said before throwing his hands up over his head slowly pushing his body from the comfort of his seat. He pulled his hips in and slowly attempted to sly past Lucy, refraining from any physical contact that may lead to a more perverted view of him then needs be.

Soon, as he escaped the intruded personal space of his he peddled his feet back a bit. “ I’ve had a similar experience in Atlantis. “ Eden told her raising his arm revealing a bland mark that stood out the most because of the lack of color it had compared to the rest of his skin. It held the mark of an “ S”. “ It stands for Stryker, I was held a prisoner in Atlantis for a while and forced to fight as a gladiator for a while. “ His smile began to ware away a bit as his eyes met the “ S” himself.

He could hear the clashing of iron, images began to flood his mind of swords as clashing amongst each other burning at the tips they were forced to encounter with. Exchanges of blows and then came the weather, the only one he knew during those experiences. Whoever knew Rain bled ? Eden then turned his gaze away from the scar then back to her. “ It wasn’t all that bad though.

I learned a lot, and became a badass with the sword maybe I can show you a few tricks before I kill you ? “ Eden snickered. “ Jay Kay ! “ He added before rubbing his palms against the heat of his neck, “ Eh, I guess I’t really depends ? I don’t know can’t make any promises. “ He struggled before extending his right arm, nearly any skin was shown. Only that of a wolf which began to wrap around massiveness of his arms, the wolves head ending at his right peck. It’s eyes red as the blood moon.

“ Now this Brand was by choice; This is when I dedicated my life to becoming a Yakuza, a King to the Masses. Yakuzas down next there’s being King, I’ll be King and you remember that ! and you’ll tell stories to your children and they’ll tell theirs. That you Lucy stood in the presence of the greatest King this city will ever see. "

Lucy ✥: "Ya can laugh when ya spit out your teeth from me beatin' ya up." Luciana almost cackled, the reaction from Eden priceless as she believed she could take him without an issue. Or at least run around him, tire him out, and then dive in to terminate. Lucy had more than one method to win, but of course not everyone needs to know that!

At the comment of never meeting anyone like her she grinned. Of course not, she was one hundred and ten percent or-ig-in-al!~

His body raising and trying to slide past her made her blink up towards him, curiousity written on her features and slowly growing amused. What was he? Nervous? She didn't bite that hard. Only enough to leave a good bruise. Lucy only would tear skin if asked! Totally not gonna ask though.

"Atlantis?" She questioned. "Huh, heard of it, an' a gladiator? Were ya beatin' em to a pulp?" Although she didn't watch a lot given her sheltered lifestyle within Esper, some movies she managed to creep to see and one had to deal with something like that before. The Doc who instructed her didn't have always bad days -sometimes he'd led her watch movie in order for her to calm down and stop snapping the necks of his employees. D'awe, good times.

Her blue eyes scanned the noticed 'S', taking in it's curve and tilting her head. Huh, so she wasn't just a branded beast either! Who knew!

"Gotta catch me before ya kill me." She grinned again, taking a step forward and pushing her finger into his chest; tapping it once, and then twice. She brought her head back slightly, letting her face stare at his own as something deadly clung to her irises. Something devious and untamed. As Eden ran his hand across the back of his neck, Lucy caught sight of some of the ink that dug into his flesh. "OH! DOES THAT COME OUT TOO?!" She kind of got excited, belting her words out a little.

"I've got somethin' on my back! See!" The shyness was never evident while she took one step backwards, fumbling with her top and then pushing it down on her shoulder. Her body turned away from him, facing the opposite direction, while a peak of her Angel Wings could be seen. The black and white contrasting with her pale complexion dramatically. "It does cool things when I get really pumped up!" Meaning it would cut through her flesh and become actual wings, on a metal and dagger degree.

As his voice fled on, going about the word of Yakuza, her eyebrows scrunched up and then she giggled, realising. "Ah, yeah, I was supposed tuh hunt ya guys down." Her placement in Esper was to be a military being. Obviously that was a fail. "Psh, King, I'm the King not you. Mhmmm." Lucy nodded quickly, pulling her shirt back up and then crossing her arms to face him. She glanced around the room now, eyes flicking to the door before glancing back to Eden. She wondered what the rest of this place had inside. Maybe he even had secret rooms that he was too scared to show people. Hehehe...

Eden Creed: “ King ? You King ?Ha ! Well your majesty may the best man win. “ He softly said, the room becoming unseemingly chill; due to the artificial winds that became a unsettled nuisance to the crisp winds that swayed effortless between Eden and Lucy. “ GAHHHH “ would have been heard following those winds, the wind adding a cynical vibe to the cry of agony. Eden swiftly lifted a brow at the sudden outbreak. His night black eyelids pulling lavishly against the summer tanned skin of his that plenished his forehead.

He turned to the direction of the sound; “Oh hell.” Eden softly said before pulling back from Lucy, “ Uh ! stay here ! “ were his last words before nothing but air and the fragrance of his Citrus-Spice cent which enforced that season and leather vibe he held so passionately to his character.

Eden Creed, jolted downstairs to where he suddenly stumbled before a wall, or what seemed to be a wall. Though, this wall in particular held a very distinguishing vibe from the rest of the six by six foot wall. It held a gentle white, the type of white which carried a vibe that talked to you, these words adding the uncertainty to whether it was truly a white wall. While the rest of the wall was a very bold and significant wall, one with integrity and little to no slight uncertainty to it’s color, it’s confidence well known to all who may encounter it.

Eden pushed at the faded white part of the wall, and with a large HNNNNG the wall was pushed in revealing a passageway. If Lucy were to follow he wouldn't notice due to how involved he was in stopping the source of these screams. The hall seemed endless, it’s shadow reaching for him but quickly exterminated due to flames that shot from the torches hung on each side of the wall, releasing their flames at the touch of every hollow footstep that echoed more so mocked the sounds of his feet, slapping with no halt in it’s step.

“Those bastards really outdone themselves this time. ! “Eden shouted as he raced down the halls only to stop at a rather unfortunately large black door that Eden so effortlessly kicked down, and to his gaze he caught sight of two of his men striking a helpless woman with the end of their whips.

The sounds of whips began to flood the room, the sight of blood the tearing of skin all in one jump just tackled Eden upon his entry. His men jumped at sight of him, “ BOSS CREED ! “ They both yelped from complete disbelief before falling on one knee. Eden form remained upfront as he stood at the door, his eyes unseen due to it being lost beneath the shadows of his hair, his words absence no sight of motion poured from his body.

“ We didn’t know you’ll be home today. “ One of them said with his eyes narrowed down at the floor, “ This women is my wife, she cheated on me with one of Talons men. Do you believe it ?! Talons men those hot headed good for nothing foreigners ! She broke my heart stupid whore likes hotheads like Talon huh ? So I thought I'd whip her some and burn her alive ! I know are code is to not do any harm to women but the harm was done on me ! Boss Creed please forgive me ! brother to brother I say we rage war on Talons men right after we take out Connor and his good for nothings ! “ The man added pouring his heart out to the aspiring King hoping for his forgiveness. Eden still said nothing, instead something more suitable than an answer was given to the man. A vibrant purple tint began to rise off his skin, it’s tips fading off to a gentle blue as it circulated his broadened form. He slowly made his way to the two men and the girl, his eyes failing to lose grasp of the shadows that held it’s body comfort.

“ Go. “ He said to the girl, “ GET OUT ! “ he shouted before the girl yelped and tripped among her heels, slowly dragging her kneels through the ground while charging out the dungeon. “ Not only did you go beyond my authority, you do it within my home. “ Edens voice was different it was a bit deeper and sinister. “ I- “ The man spoke before meeting a righty to the jaw, knocking him down effortlessly his head meeting the pavement. “ I ? what ?! “ Eden shouted before jamming his foot at the throat of the man, “ I ?! I ?! “

Eden shouted burying his feet deeper at his throat, “ You’re first mistake was believing we were one of the same. You are not my brother ! Just a pawn who forgotten his place. I make the orders, and If I ask that you brought a herd of Talons man to run through your wife you do it ! then ask me what's next  your Majesty ! “ Eden shouted before pounding his foot into the man's skull, he grunted and grunted till the walls began to replenish as the dried blood on the wall were showered in fresh ones. Eden continued to stomp until he was no longer able, he stomped and stomped till the mans face was no longer recognizable. Edens other member planted his back against the wall, “ You killed him..” He said out of complete disbelief.

Eden forced his gaze at his foot before gently picking it up giving it another stare, “ Is he ? I didn’t notice. “ Eden dragged his feet from the head of the man and made his way over to mister number two. “ Bou, I apologize you had to see that. Im sure this wasn’t your fault Minx was always the troublemaker do me a favor, can you give him a message for me please ? Tell him Eden still loves him, But a Tyrant shows no compassion, and for this to work Eden and Tyrant cannot be the same person“

Eden softly said his demeanor more gentle now. He gently placed his palm on Bou’s cheek, “ Please ? “ he added Bou unsure on what he should do at this situation decided to obey, he slowly dropped to a knee and met Edens foot, which held brain juices and pieces of brain piling among his foot oozing from his toenails.

“ Boss I think -..” Bou nearly spoke before Edens demeanor changed once more forcing a dagger out Bou’s waist he rammed it against the wall, Quickly he hoisted Bou up by his ears and started smashing his head against the Dagger which was jammed into the wall, “ I don’t pay you to think ! “ Eden shouted. Eden slammed his head against the dagger a couple times before gently letting go; dropping amongst the floor drowning in a pool of blood, as droplets of blood fell amongst his skin.

It was obvious, this man was no longer Eden Creed but the man whom he raged war with all his life The Tyrant, a reckoning force awakened at the Brink of his psycho Chi something he dedicated his life to keeping under wraps. Eden pulled himself upwards gently laying against the wall, his hands met the light of the room and all of Edens dark secrets were revealed. surrounding him were corpse made to look like mannequins, they were dressed in oddly fashioned clothes and stood as decoration around the room. To Eden, he believed no one should be forgotten no matter how bad they were while Tyrant it was more so a hobby. Eden back remained against the wall, his body failed him as he made an attempt to rise up, “ Shit not again.” He said before reaching into his pocket in search of another Cig.

Part III
Lucy✥: Words were about to drip from her mouth like an acidic production, a mixture of teasing and fun form to create tension, just for kicks, only instead Eden interjected before her response could be made concrete. He instructed her to remain there and as his image vanished through the parting door, Lucy stood there blinking. A slow smirk swept over her features as she began to dart off was well, skipping all the way and easing around the corners; watching him from a distance and following with thoughts in tow. He clearly did not know her, or gather enough thought, on what she would be like. Tell Lucy to stay and she'll go. Tell Lucy to go and she'll stay. Unless, of course, you try to reverse psychology which she'll sometimes pick up on. Sometimes though.

Her blue eyes watched him as he neared a plain wall, and with him pushing upon it, it wasn't so plain anymore. Her giggled were kept silent for but a brief moment, trying to ingest them mentally instead of releasing them to be air born.

Through the rabbit hole they went going further and further! Such a place seemed so interesting; look at all the play! All these corners and secret passages and oh, she'd have so much fun here. It was like a delightful little house full of tricks and, my, were there booby traps too? Lucy peaked around the stone walls as he had slipped along a black door, letting her fingers graze it's make as she skipped. Hopefully there were booby traps, such exhilaration!

Eden paused himself soon after and Lucy almost, almost, would have perhaps fumbled into him, but instead she pushed off her tippy toes, arms out on either side and eyes wide, managing to keep silent and take a few hesitant steps back. The voices she heard when she slipped around the corner, peeking out behind a curved wall, and the faces she soon seen, made her furrow her eyebrows.

A woman was being punished and a part of her did think back to the time in the Estate. Her stomach did an unwelcomed, unpleasurable flip. Biting onto the tip of her tongue she simply watched. Analysed. Waited for what was to come next.

In a flash there was a shout, the woman darting from the place and stumbling past her, eye's catching her as tears streamed down her own face and then soon to vanish. Lucy blinked, quickly turning again to witness something rather wild. Something rather exciting. Within a few short moments the calm and collected disposition of Eden Creed seemed to crumble away like Pompeii from a volcanic eruption.

Voices pleaded. Men begged. Eden was not forgiving. He came close to them and slaughtered, bashing the skull in of one and letting his punishment kill him from the inside out. Lucy felt her fingertips push into the wall itself, nails digging and cutting along the cement as her eyes went wider and wider. Her lips fuller and more curved into an amused smirk.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa !" She mumbled to herself, watching the site of one man transfer over to another. His vision vanished though, not being able to see further enough into the room, and therefore she navigated around the curve and down the hall some more. With quiet steps she came closer, slithering, until the parting of the door allowed her vision to be seen. Her physique known to the room.

The fresh corpses from before were now but nothing of bodies without faces. Eden's shoes were a mess and full of carnage. She leaned along the door frame, her arms crossing in front of her chest. Looking more directly in, his vision caught snagging a form of tobacco to ease what had occurred, Lucy noticed the hall of Mannequins to which adorned such a place. Decorations, would it seem?

"Oooo, someone was naughty." Came her feminine tone, pushing off from the door frame and taking more steps within. Right foot first, then left, then right. One arm dropped to her side while the other rested upon her hip, letting it sway as she stepped forwards all the more. SHe then glanced down to one figure, nudging it with her foot and pressing into the bloody meat and faceless corpse with a crushed skull. "Eden's got ah temperrr and you felt itttt ~! Ahahahehehe!" The end hooked off with a giggle as she tsked the bodies, peaking around to cigarette holder again.

"Huh, more to you than meets the eye, ya?"

Eden Creed: Blood fell from his fingertips, one by one like droplets of rain or the tears of god they fell within the crimson pool of blood, which screamed life even in the company of death; sparking a ripple effect, each more exaggerating then the first, causing rings to formulate at its center nearly stealing the exquisite, emerald green gaze of Eden, who remained mesmerized by the events of which had just occurred. The neon purple lights flared from his skin, sharpening at a darkened tint of purple at its tips which began poking at the shallow ceilings above.

His right arm began to shake and shake his fingers imitating the vulgar rhythm simultaneously.. almost, as if the hunger for blood was not yet satisfied,. The blood streaming from his fingertips gathering that devastating look enforced by his chi which created an aura of purple. His body beginning to levitate, then suddenly his thought process was broken. His body fell, SPLASH ! drenched in more blood. Turning his neck, he met the gaze of Lucy. How long was she there ? He didn’t quite notice, but it’s out of the norm for anyone to surprise Eden, it added to the thought  this girl was full of surprises.

Within a blink of an eye, Eden kicked off his front foot and ricochet himself before her planting his bloody grasp amongst her shoulders. Quickly, He forced his gaze upon hers, “ How long -... I thought I told you to stay put ?! tch. “Eden’s voice couldn't differentiate between embarrassed and furious, he was more so embarrassed than anything, he always valued the business man persona he allowed people to give in too. But the Tyrant ?this was a part of him he valued behind closed doors. Eden, reached into the loop of his belt his sensitive fingertips caught grasp of the cool metal edge of his switchblade, quickly he planted it firmly against her neck.

The rigid edges of the blade nibbling at her tender pelican skin, “ What makes you think I won’t kill you right now ? “ Eden’s brows narrowed, his gaze growing with great intensity. A new fuel of energy fleeing from his body, the wall he kept amongst his sanity slowly crumbling. “ Heh.. “ Eden scoffed, before retracting his blade. “ Who am I kidding ? Tell me Lucy, for a woman who laughs electrocution, I start to wonder if you’ve ever come across the feeling of fear ? “ Eden slowly used the end of the blade, to bring the blonde strands of her lavishly flowing hair at the grasp of her ear. “ Do you fear me ? “ Eden asked his voice more gentle than before.

Eden pulling his frame back, allowed his feet to stagger a bit. He bowed his head, his back against the wall as he shared gaze with Lucy his posture less intimidating. “ You didn’t have to see this. It’s apart of me I keep under wraps, do you know how difficult it is too keep my sanity with this amount of power surging through my veins. “ Eden confronted his chi, as neon sparks of purple began to split between his fingertips.

“ I’ve made my sacrifices; I'm an Oyabun, and I made it this far, but I feel as if all that is in the midst of falling apart. I hold back, cause I'm afraid of who I’ll become, but heh I love it. Every second of bashing their skulls in, their cries ! their blood - Oh ! dancing amongst the hairs on my skin. “ Eden balled his hands up as he was confronted with excitement, realizing it he quickly took in a quick breath before letting his hands free, “ Heh, sometimes i feel like i enjoy it too much, “ Eden gently placed his head against the pavement, “just a tad bit “

Part IV
Lucy✥: It was quite intriguing, this different mannerism to which seemed to peak within Eden. His entire disposition had altered and Lucy could not help but analyse with a twisted sense of thrill. Regular him seemed just as engaging but this new persona really drove it home. Call her crazy ( for she was ) but she had a thing for the psycho mindset.

The colour of the room gave it more of an indifferent feel, as if there should have been music lifting from speakers. Even though beings adorned as mannequins decorated the room, Lucy felt the urge to uplift such spirits with some form of jive or dance. Already was she lifting her finger, tapping it against one hollowed corpse as her head sort of bounced back and forth; the mess of her pigtails swaying upon ever sudden shift.

It was alarming when the impact of the male came before her, blood coated fingers pressing into her shoulders with some force. She blinked, eyes going a bit wider before settling and the ever charming grin formulated once again; creeping against her lips as if she was a toy for a puppeteer.

"Long enough to catch a glimpse at the life of the party." Her tone was simple, eye's innocent.

Through his response could she burrow into the recognition of his emotion. Was he caught between thrill and terror? Rage and humiliation? Oh, what an engaging attitude! Lucy almost felt the need to push a little harder -see how deep this rabbit hole truly was. How much emotion was needed to be toyed, twisted, and coiled, before the bindings came undone and that exhilarating display from prior rang out like a bell in the dead of night.

One hand coaxed away from her shoulder but no sooner had it dwindled did it reappear. Knuckles tense around a switchblade. The brush of cold metal along her slender neck made her adrenaline thrum within her veins and there could she only bite the inside of her cheek, sheepishly smiling. Upon his words, each syllable falling like the sound of a fine orchestra in tune, she watched the lips part and move like ocean waves. "Go ahead and try!" Was her retort of choice upon his statement.

She was always up for a fight. For a challenge. Oh, how Lucy hated being bored, but surely whatever lingered inside Eden Creed could truly set her sights for newfound entertainment.

In a moment he chuckled, the blade dropping before he spoke once more; baritone chords let loose. Now it's existence shifted, lifting strands of her blonde locks. She didn't move really, minus her eyes closing for a moment to really feel the graze of her sweetened grin. "No, you intrigue me."

Simple, honest, very straight forwards. Lucy didn't really feel fear other than the occurrence to what happened with Syl and her. And even then, that fear was replaced with raw wrath.

As Eden would try and retreat him frame, Lucy couldn't help but push. Push and push and oh, push some more. Her right foot tightened, crushing into the ground before she lifted off, slamming her frame into him and seeing if he would slam into the wall behind him. If this worked would she'd take the moment to slip at his blade, grasp his hand firmly before taking it and bringing it to his own neck, while her other hand let the nails lengthen and press into his abdomen. Pinching the skin hidden by fabric.

"People are so lame, always hiding what they truly are. If you're chaotic, be chaotic. Stop tryna blend in with what ya don't really like." Call her sinful for trying to coax out his naughty side, but she couldn't help it. Although she leaned more to the... freely expressed side of carnage, Lucy was very blunt on being who you were. If you were kind and trying to be bad, stop it. If you're bad and trying to be kind, who were ya really foolin' here? The world, or you?

Her hand would go to press more into his flesh, slicing apart the material between while digging the blade more into his own neck. Doing it just enough that the flesh would slice, if he allowed it of course. If he had been caught 'off guard' enough. If not, she'd simply take a step back and let her body walk around one mannequin; hand tracing along the form and soon to lean. She'd knock on it like wood. "Really, who ya foolin' here macho man? The world or ya self?"

Eden Creed: His composure changed at the discretion of her voice; he didn’t know what it was and quite frankly, he didn’t care to figure it out - but there was a significant detail about her approach that came off to him as something he should allow himself to feed into; More so, an approach that lacked any sort of defense from the receiving end - like the beach at the midst of an incoming wave, It's cool intruding blue at it’s highest peak and within seconds crashing into you burying deep within it’s watery depths. Not a fight is presented but yet the scene still fails to leave untampered- with all that's remaining is an impact. It was a lot to take in, Eden found himself surfing upon a sea of her mentality ; her words flooding in on his train of thought, but the more he began to fight it the more he second guessed himself. Was it worth the ride ? what’s so bad about jumping over, drowning in what accepted him most instead of forcing himself to keep afloat where acceptance held no existence.

Only the model the higher ups implemented out of you; and with that his mind began to chime, but not once nor twice but, repeatedly. Like a bell at it’s windiest days, it’s coolest nights or at  it’s highest mountains. it began to chime, soon those ringing of the bells became the art of music that brought the dead streaming upon musk of these halls to life.

Quite unexpectedly, she was able to push off from where she once positioned herself and with tremendous speed. Eden's back was welcomed by the wall that stood behind him. His knife now at the base of the neck of his own, blood clearing it’s tip. But, he welcomed it his hands held over his head almost as if he was surrendering. “ Tch..” he gave off a low grunt feeling the brink of her nails begin to bury itself deep within the fabric that laid softly against his beach- tanned skin.

His gaze remained sterned, the negative energy still pouring from his body. The blade at his neck, a crimson red river fell from the clean cut in which announced it’s presence at the tenderness of his skin. Her words sparked; he was loving every single moment of it. Never has a women been able to stand up to him such she was, let alone tell him they weren't in fear of him.

Eden gave off a slippery Cheshire the cat grin; she wouldn’t be an easy task but she had to be tamed, if he wanted to be King of Kings, he couldn't allow a woman to out best him. With that, Eden Creed allowed his mental chi to decipher the predicament he laid waste in. His eyes met every viable way he can turn this situation to his favor; he read at which angle she held the blade. The position of her elbow, whether it was bent or extended stood as a major factor for his next sequence of events. His eyes met the heel of her feet, the space that stood between them. Soon, as Eden was at the conclusion of his investigation his eyes met hers.

“ Heh..” He softly said before quickly forcing his hands forward, his fingers intertwined with the loops of her pants. His smile failing to vanquish itself like the most slimiest filth caught upon the that irreplaceable piece of cotton. his eyes melting into the movement her body made at his sudden motion, burying itself deep into her core like the tip of the sharpest marker upon the thinnest of paper. Eden used his back muscles to slightly pucker his chest forward, as the knife remained at his neck. He quickly attempted to use the grasp he held on her pants ( If it was successfully intertwined with the loop of her pants, ) to make a sudden shift in the position to which they stood.

If this were successful, her back would have been at the grasp of the wall; the blade remained a his neck as well as her nails at the fabric of his clothing. But, Eden would have remained standing over Lucy from a certain angle due to the major height difference.

“ Perhaps, you’re right. Maybe I have been fooling myself, not so much the world as I expected too. But, I seemed to have done the trick on myself, but you see Lucy, there are some parts of me that you simply can't fool, parts that are beyond me, thats the thrive to be king the second coming the wretched people of this city yearn for. “ Eden snickered, softly placing his tender touch upon the hand that held the blade. if she were to allow this, he's smear his own blood across his cheek, he’d then quickly retract her hand to her own neck. if this were allowed he’d swiftly drag it;s tip down her chin, smearing a bit of his blood on her cheek as well. “

You seem to have been able to confront the weak side of me, but you have yet to recognize the monster before you, and no, this one doesn’t feed off the shadows beneath your bed or coward at the light you depend on to protect you at your darkest of nights. This one announces its presence, this one allows his name to be used as a weapon to  implement fear. This one leads never follows, his word is the word of his people, his command. “ If she were to allow it, Eden would have cuffed both his hands around the hand that held the blade and brought it back against his own neck. “ It is also at his discretion, his command, where he would allow you to kill him, when HE ! tells you he’s in the mood to be killed. “ Eden softly pulled his hands back presenting her with a slight smirk.

“ Heh..”

Part V
Lucy ✥: Lucy had watched the trickle of blood ooze down from the fresh wound; taint the tanned skin which he sported and fuel her inner delight. Her tongue relaxed, slipping out to run along her upper lip in a natural habit she owned. The silent hiss of air that left his own mouth was heard and Lucy simply glanced up from beneath her long eyelashes, her frame petite against his own and yet pinned him with such curious, intriguing strength.

She was a little spitfire; an explosive ball of wild energy and surprise.

As his lips curled at the edges, the grin chiseling into his expression which only ignited her own giggle. Luciana adored it when people fed into their true nature -especially when it was chaotic. With swift motion he had alternated though, the word of 'eh' loosening before her own back was forced upon the wall -the entire scenery shifting.

She was held against it and hidden within his frame. A doll. Fingers grasped around her belt loops and still tugged, her eyebrows shooting up to express curiosity and brimming wonder. Momentary shock had lifted along her image but she allowed it to settle, her smile uplifting once more.

"Mr. touchy feely, huh?~"

As his words entered right after her's had dropped, the knife still upon his neck while her other hand kept pinching at his abdomen, Lucy tilted her head to the side. Her pigtails pressed into the wall and seemed to crinkle; sprawling out and making more of a wild mess atop her scalp.

His hand ensnared around her own, letting the blade slip before his blood caked along her cheek. The brilliant hue of crimson ever so vibrant against her pale complexion.

"Oh tsh, why not be a King without restraint? Get ya title and then bathe in ya true nature? Can't keep hidin' behind ya curtain foreva, Eden Creeeed." Lucy emphasised the 'e' within his surname, letting it drag out into a melodic pitch as the click of sentence retracted with a pinch of laughter.

Then did her eyebrows uplift, own almond shaped portions widening while he tugged upon the blade; explaining more about how he commands his own kill upon himself. Pushing on how he provide allowance. Lucy staggered for a second before loosening up, simply letting his hand drop and making her body appear like she would back up.

Instead, as she relaxed, she then pulled the dagger back and sliced him down the front of his collar; dragging it directly down the shirt to tear it from top to bottom. If this proved successful, watching the skin itself break apart, she'd fling her arm up and throw the blade across the room; hearing it 'CLUNK' into a corpse.

"Killin' ya would be so boring though.~"

Eden Creed: Eden fought for his authority with pure aggression, his gaze sinister while his mind ran through a train of cynical diabolic thoughts which leaned towards the questioning of his sanity. Her, petite yet ennoble frame stood far from superior to his but motioned a sense of weakness to his well built posture; he turned the emerald hues of his nourished green iris to melt into her frozen-blues to a rhythm yet to have been labeled with a stabled name, nor had it held a reminiscence to any prior knowledge of it’s existence.

His gaze dancing upon hers, like a child upon a river of ice, with nothing but hints of slashes and dashes against its frame to condone its presence. Her words served as a great benefactor to his demeanor which possessed a severe case of a God complex. With the empowerment held behind her words came the arching of his brow; his bars of white crashed upon the tenderness of his lower lips which curled at the mercy of such monumental figures, bits of its skin smacking at their interior. The “e’s “ one by one sounded out sliding against the wetness of her wettest muscle.

It was at that moment he leaned in; her words of bathing in his true nature his own glory, and being a king without restraint. “ A King without restraint huh ?...Be Careful for what you wish for, doll.” Eden curled his lips initiating a devious grin; shutting his eyelids before his emerald hues, bathing in his own glory at the thought of him gaining an upper hand at the bumping of heads between the two, using a brisk of the moment to inhale the tension that withered across the crescent air that everlasting night.

Eden was a man with formula, for every situation that slithered towards discretion, he was always ] allowed the gift of being able weigh his options. Never had he been left with one choice, but tonight would have been a night where Eden was caught at the grasp of many outrageous task that he hasn't quite been able to familiarize with as of yet. The moment he shuttered his gaze and allowed himself to ponder across another breath, he felt the tip of a blade run across his center.

He heard the strings of fabric slowly splitting apart all the way towards it’s end. His chest completely exposable, the potent structure of years of molding was now in her sights. Scars riddled his chest, his beach tanned skin providing it’s worth through his pecs, his several abdomens stationed amongst each other like stairs just waiting to be to be acquainted with the touch of someone yearning to meet the top.

“Tch. “

He didn't know what to call it, was it a call of shock or rather excitement ? One could only know through his next sequence. He uplifted his arm watching his shirt lose its leverage falling from the boulders he renounced as shoulders. He watched as she threw the blade riddle in his own blood in mid air landing amongst a corpse. The pale taste of death that sunk through the skin of that corpse brought to life with the hint of vibrant red that danced amongst its cheek.

HIs eyes met hers as she said killing him wouldn’t be much fun. With offense to her words, he quickly leaned forward, with attempts of cornering her even more. If this acted with success, he’d quickly pinch his fingers catching a firm grasp on her lower jaw pulling her towards him “ Fun ? What makes you think killing me would prove to be an easy task let alone fun ? Heh, but I'll have you know a quarrel with me is far from bland, though I've eaten girls like you for breakfast.“ He boldly stated, slowly suffocating the air that stood between the two, allowing her to catch sight of the spark in his eyes. “ Literally.” he added, returning her the favor, if she’d allow Eden would extend his fingers and palm imitating a somewhat karate chop quickly he sunk it at the very bottom of her top and dragged it upwards, if this was proven successful ripping her top as she did his.

he would have been caught by a moment of weakness. A moment he didn't quite expect, her upper body fully exposable , he quickly attempted to fare away his gaze but his gaze was proven immovable.

“ Tsk.. what the hell. “

Quickly Eden would have finally exterminated the space that stood between them; his breathing grew unsteady his heart pounding louder than usual as sweat began to build upon his palms. Everything about her became more noticeable, he didn't understand how she was able to keep a smile, it proved difficult to some. But, whatever it was he sought to discover it but only through the moment their lips touched. If she would allow, Eden's lips would press against hers. Eden feeling as if time stopped, couldn't tell if he was dead or alive; unaware of his actions. His skin grew pale, every function of his body met a halt. but he noticed one thing in particular, a pulse. A pulse which seems to ranging from their kiss, her lips acting like a current sending sparks throughout his body- and it was at that moment he realized- he was more alive than he’s ever been.

Lucy: When the fabric had eased away Luciana was cornered between a rock and the wall. The structure of Eden Creed truly was a sightful situation, one which made her eyes dance in an according fashion as she scoped the setting. His voice hissed out in realization while she managed to brush her own irises away, taking in the vision of the dagger being penetrated right within the corpses neck.

It was entirely pale; cold and dead flesh. Fleshed out to be more like a wax rather than something to which could, and would, decompose. The brilliant intensity of red made it appear wild and fresh. Something so contrasting like a sunset over a bleak cliff and black waters.

Lucy felt herself be pressed into the wall some more, her back having no more space while Eden inched forwards, his emerald hue's hardening to her own icicle vision. A hand came upwards soon then, grasping at her jaw and tugging her closer; their warm breath mingling to become one and the same.

Upon his words semi-finishing she went to open her own mouth, going to jest on how the scene from when they encountered had been delightful, so she could only automatically assume a legit fight would be similar in sound. Yet, as the first word went to stretch, his end word finalized and she blinked, eyebrows furrowing to try and connect the dots.

Lucy's jaw slacked as she figured he was expressing actually eating women. From there her sights widened and she gasped. "That's SO gro-!" She was cut off from a hand movement and the slicing of fabric. The tattered black top, a memory from Kin, fell open and the chilled air met with her own flesh. Instantly she gave a little shiver, and glanced up at him with some curiosity; wondering what exactly he was doing. Then again, she did ruin his top and for that he probably wished to pay her back in kind.

As the word ended at 'hell' everything went rather rapidly. Her cornered body was left cornered in all aspects as a mouth met her own; chests pushed against each other and her blood went to a high temperature. For once, Lucy actually felt the burning intensity of a blush crippling her features. Her eye's were wide, and when their lips moved against each other, something in her stomach sort of did a little flip. A good flip.

She wanted to sink into it, and was so close to, her eye's already dwindling to a close... mouth pushing back with fire; starting to engage...

But then an image of Kin's basement ran throughout her mind.

How men pushed her, pulled her, tormented her and ruined her senses. How they ruined Syl's senses. Lucy felt herself finally succumb to a fear, fear she never really expressed, and suddenly her nails dug into his chest and not in a favourable design. Luciana clawed at him, used all her strength to shove him off, then pushed around his frame if it managed to work. From there she would have ran back in the direction she came.

Panting. Feeling the adrenaline. Feeling the memories scar her, along with some from Esper. It was as if she was weak and oh god she hated it.

By the time she swept back to the room she woke from, the door was slammed shut and she was curled up in the corner, clutching herself with wide eyes. Unable to think straight and unable to know what was to be trusted, and what wasn't.

Part VI : " Dear Lucy. "
(http://listenonrepeat.com/?v=DQ_MRcPtQx4#Guilty_Crown_OST_-_Krone) It felt right at first; Not just kind of right, but the right that only fools would oppose too. An immovable right; a right that lead to the spill of blood on a battlefield, the right of man, the right of his , the right to her heart. They say that third time's the charm; but in comparison to this very moment, the moment their lips decided to refrain from the exchange of something as preposterous as words and connect, choosing to move to what sounded like the music that instruments played at the absence of their composers, reanimating at the menacing stench of silence bringing a sight of beauty to a transcending night, yearning the two whose hearts fell into one into whispering soft harmonic rhythms in sync with a unbearable lust upon each others tongues. It only proved quite difficult to refrain from glowing; at this blackest night he was the brightest star, once lost and now found no more wondering /Where you are.../ A spur of emotions exploded before his face, and for a moment he felt as if she felt it too, but he was terribly wrong. Her next series of actions proved that these feelings were purely one sided.

The moment the brink of her nails were forced to bury into the depth of his chest, you could see the full nourishment of his emerald hues dry away. His gaze was bland; no different from the pale, unfaired - rotten and decomposed skin of the corpse in which they were surrounded by, his light taken from him - at the hand of a women. He took her push, his eyes widened as it all went so slow- that look in her eyes, he was no stranger to it. It was the same look she gave upon waking up from her nap, he wanted to reach out for her as his body fell back. He wanted to apologize to her, “ Lucy I-.. “ but the words failed to come out, the more he reached the greater the distance held between them grew./ say something damn it ! / Something wouldn’t allow him too, and like everyone else in his life she was gone. “ Tch..” he sighed as a violent sight of sinister red swept his chest. His gaze ventured towards the sight, but he seemed unbothered by it. / Im sorry/ too cowardly to express it in words, The aspiring King dropped his gaze to the pit of the darkness before him. Lucy gone, but the darkness which fed off the heat of the moment welcomed him with open arms. and with that- he accepted its hostility.

His mentality changing, her words sticking to his train of thought./"People are so lame, always hiding what they truly are. If you're chaotic, be chaotic. Stop tryna blend in with what ya don't really like." / Eden leaned his head to the side, his body pushing past blades, grenades.. assault rifles, and many more toys prepared all for Poseidon. Eden without a halt in his step stopped before his mask, / “who were ya really foolin' here? The world, or you? “/ He outstretched his arms towards it - his gaze as sinister as ever as fume of neon purple poured from his stature. “ I will fool no one - especially not myself. “

He awoken upon the island- a fire set in full rage burning before him, It was all a flash back. His gaze met his hands which drew a vibrant red due to how intense the clenching of his fist was. His body slithered through the sand before standing to his full height, everyone was fast asleep, he took this moment to travel towards shore. In his grasp, a bottle alongside a piece of paper, the paper held a fatigue- that looked several decades old. The smell of tea and fire riddled it’s base. Eden furrowed his gaze, before planting this note into the bottle. Upon this note it read :

/ Dear Lucy, I understand we left on bad terms- and I am truly sorry and baffled by my actions, hopefully you find it in your heart to forgive me. Please understand my position, too most I am feared among the masses, a king, a Tyrant. People beg for my life, as I- I fear it, It gets lonely. knowing that anyone you may grow attached too can be labeled a target. So, yes even I, Eden Creed has something to be afraid of. But, fear not I have come to accept my role as a man and a leader- even if it leads to people questioning my sanity, it’s who I am and you taught me that; so, from this day on I’ve pledged to seek out - the thing that keeps you up at night, I will not sleep till your dreams remain pure, your dreams will only feed into your deepest desires and tats a promise ! I will not rest until you feel protected. That sight- that gaze in your eyes, the one of fear I will abolish it; Lucy, I hereby Eden Creed have pledged to protect you, I pledge my body and my soul into stopping all harm that may come your way, I will ensure that when it comes to protecting you from harm's way, my body will know no limit. Limits will only be known as a mystery, an unsolved mystery I refused to discover, a question I Rather not answer, You have my word Lucy- Lu and If I fail to carry out that promise, you have my permission to kill me. Either way, Lucy my body is now your shield Just wait for me../

Eden placing the note within the bottle allowed it to float along shore. He knew, it would never make it too her, in all honestly he was unsure on where it would make it too. But, he couldn't allow these feelings to haunt his head any longer, they just had to be written down. Even if he received no response, anywhere-somewhere was just fine.

Fin.