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During her wait for Tsurui's return she had grown a bit fidgety and began combing out any knots that may be in her hair with her fingers. In not too long, she had simply begun running fingers through silky smooth hair and completely untangled locks. She had hardly heard Suzaku's words.

When Tsurui returned, her hands were reclasped in her lap and she had begun to hum a soft little tune to help focus her mind on something other than waiting. The second she heard Tsurui walk back through the door, the humming ceased and she watched in silence as he took a seat next to her. Slowly, she leaned next to him and hugged him, not minding the fresh blood that began to stain her clothes the same as his.

Quite comfortable in Tsurui's arms, she pouts inwardly when he lets her go then smiles and almost laughs at his reason for doing so. Shrugging, she says, "It's only blood, and besides, it's pretty." Looking at the fresh stains of blood upon her, she smiles a bit gleefully and inhales the sweet scent.

At Suzaku's request for Tsurui's aid, she now pouts outwardly, not wishing him to leave her side. Watching him help his brother, she follows his back with her eyes, waiting for him to return to her once more.

She giggled as she heard the heavy steps that meant Tsurui was making headway up the stairs and into a room with Paranoia slung over his shoulder. She hoped his brother would be fine when he woke up and wondered if Death Jesters got hangovers. Laughing outloud at the thought, the room sounded as if a handful of bells had been bumped into and set off.

When Tsurui returned to the room, she caught his eyes looking at her, making her smile all the more brightly and feel just a bit giddy. His hug was soothing and she loved the smell of blood on him. She grinned at the comment about his brother being unable to match his sister in a game of drinks. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of his smile, awkward though it may have been. She held him close to her, ignoring his apology and unconsciously wishing he would ignore it too.

Obedient to Tsurui's command, for now, she does not leave the building. Instead, she perches herself at a window, curious to see what kind of commotion Paranoia could be causing, not that there was any sort of selection to pick from in terms of what kind, it was rather more of a, "what is he doing?" type of curiousity. She didn't want to see Tsurui get hurt and she didn't know what she would or even could do exactly, but she just couldn't stay put and not know what was going on.

Watching the fight, she grew distressed, going on the verge of insanely panicked seeing the amount of blood being spilled, Tsurui's blood. She could hardly contain the desire to run outside and disobey Tsurui's wish but managed to stay at her post behind the glass pane of the window. Seeing Tsurui pin his own brother and watching Paranoia now bleed in turn, she didn't even have a fleeting idea of what to do. Was it okay for Death Jesters to bleed so? She didn't know.

When Tsurui returned to the bar she wanted to throw herself at him and hold him tightly but she sat paralyzed by the multitude of thoughts rushing through her mind. She smiled back with uncertainty when he smiled at her, then became positively beffudled when he did not come to her. Seeing him collapse on the couch, hand dangling over the side, her worry trampled out her confusion, kicking it aside as if it were a mere insect intruding on her pathway to some treasure she could not name. She caught his hand in hers and lay next to him, holding him to her, for all the world wishing that the blood soaking her clothes belonged to anyone other than him.

Remembering the memories from the wall she'd touched earlier, she hesitated to try and use her hands to heal his wounds. If healing herbs would do nothing but harm him further, what would healing magic do? She did not know. She hoped it would not prove to hold the same effects for him as those of the healing herbs. If she could heal him, she would only too gladly erase the wounds caused by those dreadful daggers. Finding the least grave laceration on his body, she experimentally held her hand above it, about to try and heal it. If only she knew what this doing's outcome would be. Her hand quavered above the wound, hesitating to commit to any particular action, afraid of hurting him even more.

The whole time she held him with her other arm, resting her body next to his, unable to come to a conclusion as to what she should do.

Keria, the ghost had simply seen enough. She stood abrubtly and nearly ran out of the room. If the Jester had been in that sort of mood when she had died, she wouldn't have died at all. She remembered his words exactly. Her hand had had his sythe sticking through it into the wall be hind her, leaving her immobile and he had leaned over and wispered in her ear. "You, Keria are the first of the Moon children I have ever killed. I would have never killed any of your kind, you don't get in our way, but I was paid to kill you." He had laughed insanely at this point and continued. "Yes my princess, your dear older brother, the only one of your siblings not a moon child, paid me to kill you. He paid me a good deal too. He was tired of you and your sisters gift. He wanted you all destroyed. And I will give it to him." His words stung. Not even as much as the death he had delivered.

Time passed, as the two laid next to one another, as Tsurui had said, it was only a matter of time, before his wounds would heal. Opening his eyes, he saw Kittie laying next to him, still feeling relatively weak, he managed to sit up, and look around the room.

"Ugh...my head hurts." It felt as though Paranoia had stuck all of his daggers into one section of his head. He peaked out the window, and saw that Paranoia had gotten up already, and was patiently sitting at the bar, awaiting his brothers wake. Shamefully, he stood and walked over to Tsurui, he said nothing, instead he placed two flasks infront of them. One was full of DragonsBlood, the other with HumanBlood. Although Paranoia didn't speak often, the expression in his eye made up for it. The look of shame and self-loathe was evident, even in the cold-blooded killers eyes. Tsurui just let out a laugh and grabbed his brother. "You idiot." He had Paranoia in a headlock as he bopped him repeatedly on the head. "No apology, just DON'T challenge Suzaku again, remember that's MY job, not yours." He released him and let him on his way. "Hehe, sorry i worried you like that. It takes a lot of energy to take down Paranoia." Without so much as a thought, he took Kittie in his arms and hugged her tight, not wanting to let go. He laughed slightly though, when he saw the dried blood all over her face.

"Geez, you're a mess." He smiled and gently wiped her cheeks off with his hand. "See this is what happens when you get involved with a Jester, you run out of clean clothes. Fast."

Tsurui couldn't help but giggle at the idea of her matching. "You wouldn't mind matching eh? I can arrange that." He smiled and pulled out a small dagger, from his pocket, and cut a small X across his palm. As his hand filled with blood, he soflty pressed it against her shoulder, leaving a bloody hand print similar to the ones he had all over his body. His acidic blood, burning slightly into her clothing.

"Hehe, sadly. This is how Death Jesters show affection." He wiped his hand off, smiling happily. "I know, it's kinda grim. None of the marks i have on me, are from anyone in my heart, just of all that i've killed. Or...i guess now, i have a lot of Paranoia on me too." He laughed half-heartidly and put the dagger away.