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                   ` «「 ☠ 」— Shifting his eyes from the bloodied and battered figure on the ground beneath him, his cold eyes landed on the kid standing who had been standing in the corner ever since he attacked the man. Thrusting his blade inside the body below him, he didn’t need to look to know he stabbed him at a vital point. He wasn’t going to come back anytime soon. The brat was still here. Good. It would have been troublesome to chase after him and catch him since he was the troupe’s target; not the unfortunate victim below him.

Red eyes with mysterious powers. He thought the clan they massacred years ago were the only ones who possessed beautiful red eyes, but it seemed like he had been mistaken. Their leader was curious to know what powers these children possessed, so he had been given the task to bring them all back to the base.

SENT TO: Kano Shuuya.SENT FROM: Makoto Tachibana.SUBJECT: [text] You would only karao…

In the beginning the thought of meeting her future husband put a sour taste in the girl's mouth. However, after meeting her assigned family she was quite desperate to meet the male face-to-face. She had a huge request for him and there was no way he'd be able to deny someone as adorable as herself! In fact, the dude would probably sing a song of 'hallelujah' and then thank the Gods that he had such a gorgeous fiance. Who in their right mind would turn down an invitation to live under the same roof as Rin Kagamine!? 

A text had been sent to the male nearly an hour ago requesting for him to meet her at the park around this time. And despite her legs cramping and the day nearing it's end, the girl did not dare reveal herself from her hiding spot. Not until she heard footsteps approaching, of course. The crunching of gravel beneath someone's feet quickly caught her attention and so she finally spoke up, "Hey... You must be Kano Shuuya, right?" Her voice was barely an octave above a whisper. And, once she received confirmation, the male would notice the rustling of leaves in the bush near his feet and only her face soon came into view.

"I'm your wife. Well, I will be, anyways. But never mind that. I have something more important to discuss with you..." 

A wave of dread rushed over the blonde at the mere thought of her current situation and she lurched out of the bushes and into the male's arms without warning.

     It was truly only in these circumstances, where her name was associated with fashion rather than murders, that Junko could even humor the radical idea of raising a child in this environment.

     "--Kano-kun?" The model stepped forward eagerly to the teen who stood before their apartment to be shared, the sweetest of tones conveying a gentle demeanor to appropriately welcome him. "You're Kano-kun, right?"

     Nurturing a warming love only so that she might be compelled to destroy it at its best-- despair that came from losing those precious was, without a doubt, one of the grandest. Whether it would be her personal despair or another's-- just finding incredible potential in such an otherwise boring familial life was a relief in itself.

     "I'm so excited! It's every girl's dream to have a little boy." Nothing but society's long created garbage spilled from her lips, her words coated to the brim in sugar despite how little care she gave them in actuality. "And you're so cute... people would really believe you're my son!" 

     Despite the fact only seconds had passed between them, polished fingertips reached to cup the other's face, her touch persistent in its pursuit regardless of whether he'd choose to recoil. "This world is trying so hard to fill the voids in everyone's hearts... but replacing people as important as family... it's definitely impossible, you know? Strangers won't do the trick and the real thing is sure never coming back... but look at it this way, it could be worse!" Gross optimism at its finest.

     Giggling, her thumb would brush against the teen's cheek ever so softly, exchanging whispers to better encourage an innocent intimacy even with the miserable subject at hand.

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