With the Captains suffering casualties and heavy injuries on their side, all hope seemed to be lost... until Shinji Hirako appeared, along with the rest of the former Shinigami. Though the aid of the Vizards certainly helped to draw the battle in their favor, it seemed Aizen's power alone proved too much for them.
"I know a lot of things Yumi-chan. Don't quite sell me short just yet."
Yumiko started to laugh at this. He may not have known it, but he made a short joke about himself without realizing it. She would have to throw this in his face, and use it to get out of any further accusations.
"I don't have to sell you short, you're already there!" Yumiko laughed some more at this.
"You know, you say things like that but still sound oh so bitter. It kind of makes me think that you're actually bitter. Wait, that is what I think. You're not particularly fooling me Yumiko."
Fooling him? She wasn't really trying that hard to fool him. He was trying to press her buttons, and she wasn't having it. She could get out of this one way or another, but which way was the best way?
"Fool you? Now why would I do that Iza-kun? You're acting like I'm losing some big thing in my life... Guess what? I'm not." Yumiko grinned and walked a few feet away from Izaya. She wasn't really trying to do anything but talk to him till she could get away from him for a while, but she wouldn't make up an excuse to go away, that would seem desperate.
"Yumiko, I don't think I like where this is going."
Yumiko giggled. "We were already trying that and it didn't work! Come now, we can spar sometime, for fun. You gotta get your mind out of the gutter hun." Yumiko winked again at Izaya.
"I don't have to sell you short, you're already there!"
Short jokes? The fuck was this? Again with the short jokes?! They should've been past this by now; they really should have been. But, if it was how the poor girl coped, who was Izaya to deny her that? Oh wait, Izaya could be mean to her; she was kind of a bitch sometimes. He would disarm her joke and maybe throw an insult her way while he was at it.
"You know, if I'm being sold short, are you just being given away? I mean, at least I can bring customers. You seem to have an awful lot of supply but not a lot of demand." He added a little smirk with all that to either look like a smartass or a jerk...he really didn't care which way she took it. She had been a bitch first and he really didn't care about hurting her feelings. He was Izaya, after all.
"Fool you? Now why would I do that Iza-kun? You're acting like I'm losing some big thing in my life... Guess what? I'm not."
"Oh good job, you can make a short joke. I'm ever so proud of you. Now you can move on to the grown-up insults with the rest of us, yeah? Your petty attempts to taunt me have no bite Yumiko." He stared her down at this moment with a look of mild annoyance. This was starting to wear on his nerves and he wanted to be gone of here soon.
"We were already trying that and it didn't work! Come now, we can spar sometime, for fun. You gotta get your mind out of the gutter hun."
Izaya thought about it, he didn't really much care for the idea of a spar right now. Plus, Yumiko might actually try to hurt him and he'd hate to have to retaliate against such behavior. Someone would get hurt, seriously hurt. "Oh no, I'm in no mood for a spar right now. Besides, I don't have my nodachi with me."
"You know, if I'm being sold short, are you just being given away? I mean, at least I can bring customers. You seem to have an awful lot of supply but not a lot of demand."
Yumiko raised an eyebrow. Never had she had someone smartass her right back. This would definitely be something to retaliate upon. But how would she do it this time? She usually just made some jokes here and there, but usually never to smartassy, even when she really wanted to. But this time, this time was different. She had to one up him.
"Or so you think~" Yumiko winked as she continued. "My demand is a secret, at least I don't try to have fun with other people while I'm with someone... And even if I were taken... I wouldn't of even let it happen. I guess what I'm saying is... I'm not heartless." Yumiko said all of this in a nice, innocent girl type of way.
Yumiko was trying to be a real bitch now. This was the first time in a long time that she actually was, normally, she was just a smartass, or something like that, but this time, this time was different. What would she say next?
"Oh good job, you can make a short joke. I'm ever so proud of you. Now you can move on to the grown-up insults with the rest of us, yeah? Your petty attempts to taunt me have no bite Yumiko."
"No bite? If I wanted to bite you I would do it physically, not verbally. As for the short jokes, I just think they are funny, and if you aren't in the joking mood, that's fine." Yumiko smiled as she faced Izaya. "Iza-kun, no tries as hard as you do to be grown-up, and I'm not referring to the shortness this time, no no, not a short joke this time. I'm saying that you are immature, though I don't mind, cuz, I too am immature."
Yumiko put her hand up, as if stopping herself. She knew she was going to deep into what she felt, and what she wanted to say, and even if it was in a nice way, she still didn't want to continue. Then again, she wanted to chew Izaya a new asshole. It might not end well for her, or at least she thought that. She would switch topics for the time being.
"So... What's she like, your interest? Who is she? Maybe I know her..." Yumiko asked, hoping that it wasn't one of her friends... Then again, that was unlikely.
"Oh no, I'm in no mood for a spar right now. Besides, I don't have my nodachi with me."
Yumiko chuckled. "I didn't mean right now Izaya-kun. I meant some other time..." Yumiko gave Izaya a skeptical look. "Not in the mood? You were in the mood for something a little bit ago... What changed? Don't wanna be around little ol' me?" Yumiko was still being a little flirtatious. It was just by nature, especially around Izaya.
"My demand is a secret, at least I don't try to have fun with other people while I'm with someone... And even if I were taken... I wouldn't of even let it happen. I guess what I'm saying is... I'm not heartless."
Izaya thought about this for a second. Who was she to criticize how he coped with all the shit that happened around him? She hadn't know the pain that he had felt in his period without an arm or without Kin. Yumiko didn't know how he had felt so alone and depressed when he was without Kin or how far he was willing to go to try to numb that pain. She didn't fucking know anything, and Izaya knew that about her. Yumiko thought she was so smart and in so much control, but this was his game. He had played this game with Kin for a year now...he was a king at it. He knew how to make someone feel horrible and how to disarm their argument from all his practice. The sad thing was, that was what Izaya considered his most prized "relationship".
"You know, Yumi-chan, you seem to put so much blame on me. Ask yourself this: if you had just approached me in a friendly manner when we first met how different would our encounters have been. I told you when we first met that there was someone out there for me and her and I were going through a rough-time. That didn't stop you did it? You kept coming at me, lusting after me. And you shouldn't claim what you would do if you were 'with someone.' It doesn't look to me like you've come across that problem."
He added a smirk to show how much he really didn't give a shit about Yumiko now. For some reason, her being angry with him made him want her now. It didn't make sense to him now, but it did at the same time. He knew that it was because it reminded him of Kin and how she treated him. He liked this verbal abuse from women for some reason. Shit.
"No bite? If I wanted to bite you I would do it physically, not verbally. As for the short jokes, I just think they are funny, and if you aren't in the joking mood, that's fine. Iza-kun, no one tries as hard as you do to be grown-up, and I'm not referring to the shortness this time, no no, not a short joke this time. I'm saying that you are immature, though I don't mind, cuz, I too am immature."
Izaya physically laughed at this. He laughed right in Yumiko's face. He didn't find this threatening at all; she was calling him immature? Did she fucking know herself or how she acted around others? And she had the audacity to call him immature? He would tear into her, and he wasn't going to use plastic fangs either. No, he would claw out her throat with his fangs and then he would snuggle his head to the wound while she coddled him and bled to death. That was Izaya's ideal of love. That was his sick fucking ideal of what love was.
"I dare you to try to bite me Yumiko. Because honestly, I don't think your fangs could ever reach me. But I would tear into you with mine...count on that. And as for being immature, I feel like you have no leg to stand on. You're the one who lives life on display without a second care for anything around them. You don't weigh any possibilities other than the one that takes the shallowest grasp of knowledge. You couldn't understand my hesitancy or even think about the risk of getting hurt and you have the audacity to call me immature. It's so funny. It's just so funny." He started a kind of maniac laughter with this as he took a wide stance and grasped the air. Izaya's warped idea on love was finally coming to light. It was all about hurting the other person until they couldn't hurt you back. That's what love was to him.
"So... What's she like, your interest? Who is she? Maybe I know her..."
Izaya chuckled at the notion of Yumiko knowing Kin. "Oh no Yumiko, you don't know my Kin. She's amazing and that's all I can really say. She hugged me once and it dispelled all pain that I had for that brief moment. She drove the cold away." He rolled his eyes at her later comment about being 'in the mood'. Actually, he was kind of 'in the mood' now. She was kind of acting a little like Kin and he was loving it. He was loving it too much.
"You know Yumi-chan...this new attitude of your kind of agrees with me. I don't mind being around little old you if you keep being like this. Might even sharpen up those dull fangs of yours."
"You know, Yumi-chan, you seem to put so much blame on me. Ask yourself this: if you had just approached me in a friendly manner when we first met how different would our encounters have been. I told you when we first met that there was someone out there for me and her and I were going through a rough-time. That didn't stop you did it? You kept coming at me, lusting after me. And you shouldn't claim what you would do if you were 'with someone.' It doesn't look to me like you've come across that problem."
"Blame, you? That's cute, I never said blame... Just pointing out facts. And in a friendly manner, well, I did, and it changed when you showed a little interest, so thanks for the lead on. Oh, yes, that one was a blame, but this is besides the point. Now, you never said you were really with someone, or that you were that interested, or at least didn't show it, so did I continue? Fuck yes I did, because everybody needs some love sometimes... Even heartless bastards like you. The only thing that is different for you than me, is you see love differently than I do. Although, I try not to pick on someone's differences. Everyone's got 'em. So, let me ask you this, what is your picture of love?"
He smirked at her, and she did the same. Her games and his games were two different games that had the same concept. Yumiko knew how to play hers, to a tee, while Izaya knew his to the same tee. Yumiko didn't want to get to emotionally involved in this, but she was beginning to enjoy this little game... She normally didn't like these games, but with someone like Izaya, it was exciting... Like a box of chocolates, never know which one will explode.
"I dare you to try to bite me Yumiko. Because honestly, I don't think your fangs could ever reach me. But I would tear into you with mine...count on that. And as for being immature, I feel like you have no leg to stand on. You're the one who lives life on display without a second care for anything around them. You don't weigh any possibilities other than the one that takes the shallowest grasp of knowledge. You couldn't understand my hesitancy or even think about the risk of getting hurt and you have the audacity to call me immature. It's so funny. It's just so funny."
Izaya laughed at her, as if she had said something that was humorous. She didn't want to think of it like that, but she'd play along, this would make it better for her, and possibly throw him off, probably not though, he was a sharp one, that was for sure.
"People have told me this kinda thing before, and you know what happened.... I proved them wrong. Every. Fucking. Time. Your case, will be no different. Just wait and see. Though, I'm getting a good view of your pitiful fangs from here." Yumiko smirked at this. She wasn't trying to one up him now, she was purely making it fun... Which was a bit out of the norm for her. She never enjoyed these games... So why now? Either way, she had to continue.
"Heh, I told you... I know about my immaturity. Now, weighing the possibilities... You really don't know me that well. Have you ever seen me really think? No. You know why that is right? Because if I showed people that I thought more in depth they would expect more. I would rather take a load off every now and again rather than be counted on for everything. Also... I know the risk of getting hurt, like with you. I had the greatest chance of failure with you, and yet I continued onward, why? Because... It is so damn funny. I enjoy the way you react, it makes me... Feel... More than I have since I found out about my brother."
Yumiko stopped for a moment. Her mind went back to that day... When she lost all of who she used to be. She remembered every little detail. How many people were there, exactly where she found it, how long it took, every little detail. This reminder forced its way into her heart, and brought her that pain from that day. For a moment, it seemed as if she had a tear in her eye.
"Oh no Yumiko, you don't know my Kin. She's amazing and that's all I can really say. She hugged me once and it dispelled all pain that I had for that brief moment. She drove the cold away."
Yumiko was quiet for a moment. She thought about what Izaya had said about the whole cold thing earlier. This was what brought about the entire thing. The cold. The cold that she was now feeling, reminded of. Everything she had tried so hard to get away from, forced back to when she didn't need it the most. She would have to respond.
"I don't know her... Nor would I anytime soon, I'm assuming. And if she did what I couldn't then I have no right trying to say you would try and throw it all away. I have to apologize for that statement, though I don't like admitting I'm wrong. Now, that cold... As much as you think I don't... I understand. That cold... I have felt it's numbing embrace, and do not wish to feel it again. Izaya, you aren't the only one who has felt loss! Don't act like you are the only one who does!" Yumiko looked at Izaya with a passion in her eyes... One that she didn't even know existed.
"You know Yumi-chan...this new attitude of your kind of agrees with me. I don't mind being around little old you if you keep being like this. Might even sharpen up those dull fangs of yours."
Yumiko laughed at this. "This, attitude, this is part of me that few people see, and you can't sharpen something that is already sharp. Just cuz you can't see them doesn't mean they aren't sharp as can be, right? Besides, isn't it what's behind the fang that matters, not how big they are? Your fangs can tare me apart all you'd like, but at the end of the day, you would die from my venom." Yumiko now had a devilish look about her. She was really getting into this, and she had no idea why. It was like something inside her had woken up.
Izaya stood there with a slight smirk developing on his face as she continually tore him down. Her insults didn't resonate within him at all and everything she said failed to register with him. He didn't even flinch when she called him a heartless bastard. As a matter of fact, it sounded like something Kin would say to him to be honest. It got him all euphoric for some reason. For some reason he was enjoying this incredibly...his eyes were beginning to look crazy as she asked him what love looked like to him. With a quick burst of Shunpo he was upon her and he stared into her eyes with a quite crazed look in his eyes.
"My picture of love is two people tearing into each other until one has been completely incapacitated by the other. Love is a test of will between the two. It's seeing who can last the longest against their lover's fangs. Someone like you, with those dull fangs of yours, could never truly appreciate love. You'll never know what it feels like to love like I do. Your fangs will never bring you true satisfaction. Yumiko, you couldn't win the power struggle that is love." As he spoke, Izaya caressed Yumiko's cheek and neck with his left hand. He would tighten up his hand to slightly pinch her skin occasionally. This was fun for him; the game was oh so fun for him.
"People have told me this kinda thing before, and you know what happened.... I proved them wrong. Every. Fucking. Time. Your case, will be no different. Just wait and see. Though, I'm getting a good view of your pitiful fangs from here."
Izaya leaned in closer to Yumiko now and breathed heavily on her while never taking his eyes off of her. He took a step into her to be inches away from her with his body. He bent his head over her shoulder as he breaths shuddered down her torso. His hand remained firmly planted on her cheek. He would teach her a lesson about mocking his fangs. He would show her his love and its power. She would tremble in fear at the power of his ability to love. He twisted his head to point his mouth at her ear as he began to whisper.
"These pitiful fangs of mine would leave you decimated without a chance of recovery. These pitiful fangs of mine would overpower you petty ability to love. My fangs would tear out your throat and that would show you the power of my love. Your fangs would do nothing to save you from mine. You can't love enough to protect yourself from me."
Then Yumiko told her that she knew about her own immaturity and that she had known risks. Then she went on to say that she didn't weigh things out because that would raise people's expectations of her and she didn't want to have to live up to that. That was the stupidest thing Izaya had even heard. Taking a step back, he looked her over with his crazed eyes. She honestly thought that her acting like a responsible person would cause people to think she had to solve all their problems. Was Yumiko really that much of an idiot?
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. You honestly think that being responsible will make people unload all their problems on you? It sounds to me like you've just been rationalizing your behavior long enough that you'll take any piss poor excuse. Thinking about your actions is just something you should do to not end up in a dilemma. No one's ever going to look at you weighing out your choices and just decide to count on you for everything. That's just idiotic." He kept his crazed smile as he looked Yumiko over looking for a chance to evaluate her reaction. He would savor every second of watching her react and analyzing her love. He would determine that it couldn't beat his and that would be enough. However, Izaya felt that something wasn't quite right...oh yes, because she had said he reacted funnily to things. He would call her on that.
"Yumiko, did you ever think that my reactions aren't funny but the way you view things is? Your view on the world is so perverse that the norm seems to scare you and you thrive in your own counter culture. You seem to reject normalcy and replace reality with your own convoluted substitute. You have no right to judge other's reactions when your perception is mistaken."
"I don't know her... Nor would I anytime soon, I'm assuming. And if she did what I couldn't then I have no right trying to say you would try and throw it all away. I have to apologize for that statement, though I don't like admitting I'm wrong. Now, that cold... As much as you think I don't... I understand. That cold... I have felt it's numbing embrace, and do not wish to feel it again. Izaya, you aren't the only one who has felt loss! Don't act like you are the only one who does!"
Cocking his head to the side and taking another step towards Yumiko, Izaya felt his grin broaden. She had such nerve and he would test and see if it was true nerve or just another act of hers. This would be fun for sure; he had such fun when he got like this. His crazed eyes made the picture complete as his grin stretched ear to ear in an unnatural fashion. "You're very right Yumi-chan. I wouldn't throw it away when Kin-chan loves me so perfectly. She isn't like you with your dull, useless fangs; her fangs can reach me. You see, that's what it takes to drive away the cold. It takes the warmth of the wound to make me feel truly alive and that's something you can't do for me. Your cold can't be that bad because you obviously don't know what it's like to feel like I do. You don't know the things I've experienced and you shouldn't fucking pretend to."
"Your fangs can tear me apart all you'd like, but at the end of the day, you would die from my venom."
Izaya scoffed at this petty notion. She thought that any amount of venom could harm him...especially Yumiko's venom. Besides, the venom behind your fangs didn't have anything to do with the power of your love. All that mattered was how much you had sharpened your fangs in preparation for love. "Your venom is as weak as your bite Yumiko. If you didn't sharpen your fangs to prepare to love then your ability to love is greatly impeded. Your fangs are all that matter in this battle dear; sharpen them or get left behind."
"My picture of love is two people tearing into each other until one has been completely incapacitated by the other. Love is a test of will between the two. It's seeing who can last the longest against their lover's fangs. Someone like you, with those dull fangs of yours, could never truly appreciate love. You'll never know what it feels like to love like I do. Your fangs will never bring you true satisfaction. Yumiko, you couldn't win the power struggle that is love."
Yumiko was taken by surprise as Izaya grabbed her and looked at her with a crazed look. What had just gotten into him?! She couldn't even actually move as Izaya moved about her, caressing her, touching her, all while still staring her in the eyes. Every little touch... She could barely feel it. There was something about the way he was acting, something that... Excited her, but at the same time, it overwhelmed her. It was too much for her heart to take... Damn thing kept getting in the way.
"These pitiful fangs of mine would leave you decimated without a chance of recovery. These pitiful fangs of mine would overpower you petty ability to love. My fangs would tear out your throat and that would show you the power of my love. Your fangs would do nothing to save you from mine. You can't love enough to protect yourself from me."
Yumiko was still practically lifeless at his touch, and his words. It was as if he had already ripped her throat out and she couldn't speak. At the same time, she couldn't actually feel his breath or his touch, which was weird. It was like, he wasn't even really there. Like when a snake surprises its prey, then engulfs it, she had already been engulfed and didn't even realize it. Before she snapped back, she heard his last sentence.
As he stepped back, Yumiko fell to her knees, almost lifeless. All these emotions were clouding her head. She couldn't get on his level because of that. She wanted to, just to put him in his place, but she couldn't even reply! She couldn't even think for that matter. Her heart was the major problem here, but she was able to mutter out a few words... or sentences...
"No... No wonder... I- I couldn't...." She stopped for a moment as tears began to flow from her eyes. "I lost before we even began... But... Not being able to love enough... Love is suppose to be something... of.... beauty. Your vision... It's.... twisted! I can't even.... Yeah... you knew from the start that I couldn't feel the way you do.... And yet.... here I am, trying to understand what the FUCK goes on in that head of yours!" Yumiko couldn't help but sob from time to time as she spoke.
Yumiko began to seak more after Izaya said something else. It was more like she was talking in a monologue, rather than a dialogue. "Maybe... That's cuz you don't know... Who I really am. I have a front, and yet you knew? I don't think you knew what was underneath when you opened this box..."
Yumiko stood up and looked at Izaya with a kind of dead, lifelessness that one would see in a zombie movie... THAT'S RIGHT, YUMIKO IS A ZOMBIE! She lifted her head slightly. She was dying inside, and it should of been apparent. She would have to loss these emotions to play on his level... Was this really a sacrifice she was willing to go through? No, she couldn't... But maybe it was too late...
"...perception is mistaken."
Yumiko cocked her drooping head ever so slightly. She was going to see how her perception was, how mistaken it really could of been.
"My perception... Heh, I seen you as an outcast, yes, that was right, you force yourself to fit in... Let's see... What else..." Yumiko spoke in short sentences, then again, trying to go off wasn't working, and she had a new found answer to help against Izaya... Though in the end it probably wouldn't. "Izaya... I never thought you were funny... I like to see reaction... And how you react, it was pretty fun to watch, this is what I meant by funny. I know you like to watch reactions... You've been watching mine this entire conversation... Am I right?" Yumiko smirked, but this was no ordinary smirk, it was one that was a bit crazed. Not as crazed as Izaya's, but it was still a bit crazed.
"...Your cold can't be that bad because you obviously don't know what it's like to feel like I do. You don't know the things I've experienced and you shouldn't fucking pretend to."
"You should really take your own words Izaya-kun. 'You have no right to judge other's reactions', right? If this were true... Then what's to say that I do or don't know? How do you really know who I am? YOU DON'T!" Yumiko was still being a bit controlled by her emotions, it was evident, but her head was in it now... Almost like they were working together.
"...Your fangs are all that matter in this battle dear; sharpen them or get left behind."
Yumiko took this as a challenge for some reason. She approached Izaya, pressed her body against his. She then began to whisper to him, in a very provocative manner to say the least.
"Well, why don't you help me sharpen them right now?"
"No... No wonder... I- I couldn't....I lost before we even began... But... Not being able to love enough... Love is suppose to be something... of.... beauty. Your vision... It's.... twisted! I can't even.... Yeah... you knew from the start that I couldn't feel the way you do.... And yet.... here I am, trying to understand what the FUCK goes on in that head of yours!"
Izaya kept his smiled as he heard everything she said. He was still so close to her and he was enjoying the feeling of her warm breath on him. She just kept speaking in broken sentences which showed how little she was able to love. Izaya didn't hear the last part at all. He was just so caught up in how she couldn't take this level of interaction. Iza's crazed smile continued as he rubbed his teeth up against Yumiko's neck and he breathed on it heavily. This was beautiful...so beautiful. But when he backed away she hit her knees and a smirk crossed his face. He was overwhelming her, slowly but surely.
"Maybe... That's cuz you don't know... Who I really am. I have a front, and yet you knew? I don't think you knew what was underneath when you opened this box..."
His crazed grin stretched to encompass more of his face as he heard this from Yumiko. She was finally going to show him what her real love looked like. She would show him her fangs that they wouldn't be good enough to hurt him. She would try to tear into him and fail. Then he would rip into her and demolish her in ways that she would never consider possible. Izaya would leave her in pieces and she would understand his love. She would understand every aspect of his love.
"Show me your fangs Yumi-chan."
"Izaya... I never thought you were funny... I like to see reaction... And how you react, it was pretty fun to watch, this is what I meant by funny. I know you like to watch reactions... You've been watching mine this entire conversation... Am I right?"
Izaya laughed at this as she began smirking herself with her own crazed look. He was starting to really love that look on her face. He was starting to really love that face of hers. This display of her fangs and her primitive, nonthreatening love were really making him want to show her his love. He'd show her that love and she wouldn't be able to move afterwards. Yumiko wouldn't be able to maintain any of her composure after he bared his fangs at her.
"You've got that look in your eyes. It says 'I'm ready to love you'. I like that look in your eyes. It makes me wanna show you my fangs and what my love can put you through. I'll intoxicate you dear."
"You should really take your own words Izaya-kun. 'You have no right to judge other's reactions', right? If this were true... Then what's to say that I do or don't know? How do you really know who I am? YOU DON'T!"
Izaya took a step towards her, then another. He began to slowly walk towards her as he cocked his head to the side and stretched his grin as far across his face as it would go. She was making him so happy. That happiness made him want to rip her apart and show her how insignificant her love was. Here she was, baring her fangs at him...it didn't even scare him to be honest. It was kind of funny, he started laughing at it actually.
"You see Yumi-chan. I've seen your love and I'm watching you bare your fangs right now. I know you now and I have to say...I'm not at all impressed. Your love is insignificant, your fangs are useless, and you would bore me if it wasn't for you wanting to sharpen them. This side of you so obsessed with sharpening your fangs to show me your love is your only redeeming quality. Without that, you're nothing. Since I brought that out of you, without me, you're nothing. And with that, I have torn into you. There is my love...it's beautiful." With that he outstretched his arms to her and invited her.
"Well, why don't you help me sharpen them right now?"
She had wrapped her self within him and he was just fine with that. He loved her so much right now because he had wounded her with his fangs. Izaya had torn into Yumiko with his fangs and she was there, dying for it. This was her pool of suffering from losing at love and Izaya was going to enjoy every moment of it. He exhaled all over her and rolled his eyes back in his head. It was intoxicating...all this love was intoxicating.
"I'll sharpen them because you've lost this bout of love. Time to pay up to the winner though."
With that he wrapped an arm around Yumiko's waist and placed his other hand on her hip. He began to kiss Yumiko's neck slowly and surely, with little bites to show his "fangs". He continued this and actually began to bite a bit harder on her neck. Almost as if he were ready to take her and tear out her throat. Almost.
Yumiko narrowed her now semi crazed eyes. He wanted to see her fangs. She really didn't think he could handle it, but he said he could, he said he knew her for that matter. He didn't, and Yumiko's emotions were telling her not to do it. She couldn't rip Izaya apart... That's what he knew, that's why he said that! It had to be! And yet, for some reason, Yumiko wanted to anyways.
Yumiko's upper lip twitched as she slowly opened her mouth. "My... Fangs, heh. You want my love that badly... No, you enjoy seeing the fangs of others! And yet... I am almost mesmerized by your fangs, like they call to me..." As Yumiko talked she let her right hand slide up Izaya's arm, to his shoulder, and his neck... Oh how she wanted his neck... What was wrong with Yumiko? Her emotions were seemingly disappearing momentarily.
"You've got that look in your eyes. It says 'I'm ready to love you'. I like that look in your eyes. It makes me wanna show you my fangs and what my love can put you through. I'll intoxicate you dear."
Yumiko gasped at Izaya's words, as if his fangs were digging into her. She spoke, as if she was in a euphoric state. "Please... Intoxicate me..." Yumiko was becoming desperate. Almost as if she needed it. She couldn't even think straight, or even say exactly what she wanted to... It was like she was hypnotized.
"...Without that, you're nothing. Since I brought that out of you, without me, you're nothing. And with that, I have torn into you. There is my love...it's beautiful."
Normally she got offended when someone said she was nothing, and normally she would rebut, but this time, she didn't. This wasn't like her at all, and then it hit her. She had that glimmer of herself, that one bit that kept fighting what Izaya was pushing upon her.
"I... am something... You did not get me where I am... As for my love... I would have to say... Yes, I am nothing when it comes to love..."
"I'll sharpen them because you've lost this bout of love. Time to pay up to the winner though."
Yumiko didn't speak as Izaya began to bite her. He bit up to her neck and planted his fangs onto her neck, causing her to gasp. She grabbed the back of Izaya's head, but instead of trying to pull him away, she pressed him down more, trying to make him bit harder. Yumiko liked it rough sometimes...
Grin spreading, Izaya was ready to oblige. He knew that if he did that she'd feel every ounce of pain he had and he'd show her everything that he felt. His fangs would show her his love and that would destroy her. Yumiko couldn't handle all of his love and Izaya felt that they both knew that. But, at the moment he really didn't care...all that mattered was his love.
"Just a warning Yumi-chan, my love might destroy you. I don't know that you could handle my fangs giving you the extent of my love. It will break you, and your intoxication will only serve to numb the pain of breaking from this love."
"I... am something... You did not get me where I am... As for my love... I would have to say... Yes, I am nothing when it comes to love..."
That was wrong and Yumiko knew it. Grin ever-present, Izaya would not even consider that Yumiko was anything without him there. That had been proven. Her fangs were useless; her love was nothing. Yumiko didn't seem to know this so he would remind her. And as he reminded her his fangs would tear even deeper into Yumiko until she positively couldn't take anymore.
"No Yumiko. You're absolutely nothing. Your fangs are useless and your love is nonexistent. Without that you are nothing. And without you trying to become more you'd be even less that you are now. And since I brought the rise out of your to get this way, I'm propping you up to nothing. You're nothing until you can at least by nothing on your own."
Yumiko seemed to enjoy being bitten by Izaya because she pushed his head in such that he bit deeper. For a couple of these bites he actually broke the skin and blood began to trickle out. Izaya licked this up before licking Yumiko's cheek, leaving a bloodstain there. He then wiped the blood from her neck with his hand and grasped one of her hands, getting blood all over it. To escalate matters, he pulled her into him until their noses were touching. "Show me your love."