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Ishimura looked at her and grinned a bit. "What if we make a compromise? You tell me about your first victim.. And I tell about mine." He tilted his head and smiled, but not very happily.. There seemed to be two who did not want to be the topic.

Ishimura uttered a laugh. "Why not? What should we be talking about? Weather? How dull.."

Ishimura looked at her. "With all respect.. I do know how to clean. It was our duty, in asylum. As well as helping at the mortgage. " He sat at the table when he was done, sighing. "What a shame.. Grilled ribs sounded so good. I have always wanted to experience many things, but parties...

Ishimura uttered a laugh. "What to do with them? Will you teach me to cook, miss?" He disappeared and after longer while came back, now without shirt. He was slim, but in surprisingly strong condition; and full of scars. Ishimura cleaned up the blood and started to untangle his long hair...

Ishimura smiled. "Oh? Don't worry, I can handle them. You got a man in the house now, after all." He did not wait for answer; just took off his jacket and walked outside, grabbing a crowbar while walking to the car. Elisabeth couldn't see what happened, so only thing she heard was serious of...

Ishimura appeared back to inside from kitchen door. "Yes, thank you." Young man leaned against the wall and looked her with his dark eyes. "When I said I was inside your mind.. I saw scars. I don't know what caused them.. But I know they are there." He was quiet for a while, lighted up a...

Ishimura smiled. "Thank you, miss." But in the middle of the night he was not on the couch, but not trying something dirty in her bedroom, like could have been expected; he was sitting outside, smoking and looking at the stars. Ishi was gone, and quiet, polite young man back.. And now his...

Ishimura was calm and quiet, just looking outside, playing with his long hair.. Empty handcuffs made him smile, but he did not say anything. He could see how disturbed she was now.. Anger, yes, but something else.. Of course bruises in ones arm could make anyone angry, but he had feeling she was...

Ishimura.. laughed. Very quietly, but with disturbing amusement. "Maybe, maybe not.." But he stayed still, and quiet.. But when she looked at him, after while, the handcuffs hanged empty, and his hands rested in his lap. He had done that trick so, so many times.. That's why asylum had used...

Ishimura looked at her, and grip around her wrist tightened even more, and sudden twist surely hurt.. Ishimura himself was quiet, polite young man, but Ishi, in other hand, was extremely unstable. If he had been fearful before, now he was unable to feel fear.. Which had caused him troubles...

Before her voice and attitude would have caused fearful "squick" and obeying.. But suddenly Ishimura grabbed her wrist and twisted a bit; grip that was more than able to broke bones. He tilted his head and smiled, but there was fire in his dark eyes. "Ishi doesn't like that. You don't want to...

Ishimura smiled, purred little more, and let go, playing with his hair, dark as the night. "Oh... I'm sure you would. You would like that, wouldn't you? Killing Ishi." Man smiled, and before pulled his hand away, quickly stroked her cheek, uttering a laugh.

Ishimura purred like a cat, still smiling. "But it smells fresh.." Man grabbed Elisabeths hand and looked her fingers. "And no cuts here? How odd.. Pretty, pretty hand."

Ishimura looked at her. Suddenly he had.. Confidence. Not a slightest mark of fear.. Just.. Amusement. "Shocked? I wouldn't say so.. I'm already inside your mind. Wicked, wicked mind." The man uttered a laugh and tilted his head.. And his stare was difficult to ignore. "But it is so very...

The man tilted his head. "What cartoon? Let me think.. Moomins, I think. He said the Groke lived under his bed." The man smiled and turned his dark eyes to her. "But let me ask again. What does that beautiful smell in your car, hmm?"

Ishimura uttered a laugh, same beautiful voice than before. "How do I know? Perhaps because my friend cut his throat while watching cartoons." Man smiled.. Blood was so very delicious. But he was wise enough to not say that out loud.

Ishimura glanced at Elisabeth.. he never said he heard voices. I wonder.. But he did not ask. There were a short silence.. Before he spoke again. "Why does your car smell like blood?" His tone were so very ordinary, like he would just ask what was her favorite color. Maybe it made his words...

Ishimura glanced at Elisabeth from time to time, stroking his long black hair. He was very beautiful man; not handsome in typical way, but somehow charming, when he was not muttering himself or acting weird in other ways. Her words made him look thought for a while. "A tragedy, you say? Not...