Mizuki stares at herself in the public bathroom mirror.

She licks the blood from the corner of her mouth, and the voices ring.

Kill them.

Mizuki stares at the way her eyes look dead.

Blood is all over her face, and her hair is messy from the fight. Stains of red seep into her skirt, and the edge of her skirt is burnt from an ability user. Her brown hair has clumps of blood in it, and she washes it out with the sink water. The sink is stained red from all her washing. Leftover crystal residue sits on the side of her mouth, and she pauses to wipe it off with her thumb. She licks it clean.

"Miss? Are you alright in there?"

Mizuki coughs. "I'm fine! Sorry!"

She slides her hair back, and scratches the blood off her skin.

Her nails are bloody.

Kill her.

The sink turns on.

She cleans the blood from her nails, and wipes off any dried skin from the scratches.

Mizuki tightens her grip on the doorknob before leaving the restroom.

"Are you better now, miss?"

Mizuki smiles. "A lot better. Thank you for letting me use the restroom."

The girl smiles. "Of course. Get home safe."

Mizuki lets the breeze blow into her face.

Wandering through the streets aimlessly, she finally sets eyes on the mansion.

"Mizuki," Fukuzawa opens his arms, and she collapses into his arms. "Long day?"

"I met up with Oda a couple days ago," Mizuki closes her eyes, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

"How did it go?" Fukuzawa lifts her gently, and the two head inside.

"I might still love him," Mizuki knows her words might sting him, but she had promised to be honest.

"Are you considering a harem?"

The side of her lips tugs upward at his joke.

"No. I love you as well," She hums. "A lot."

Fukuzawa hums. "Good to know."

"Do I got get one back?"

"The moon is pretty."

"HOW ROMANTIC!" Mizuki swoons, throwing her arms around his neck. "You're so romantic, Yu-chan."

Fukuzawa smiles gently at her.

"You know," Mizuki opens an eye to look at him. "I think I loved you at some point in my previous life."

"Ranpo told me," He sets her on the same chest they had rested when they defeated the organization. "You nearly wiped out the human race when I died."

"Oh, I did," Mizuki blinks. "I wiped out all of Russia."

Fukuzawa pauses.

"All of it?"

"All the ability users." Mizuki hums. "I stopped at Prague for a day and then destroyed the order of the clock tower."

Fukuzawa sits next to her. Mizuki leans on his shoulder.

"With no ability users left, I was left alone." Mizuki sighs. "Ranpo was the last person I had left."

"Did America not have any left?"

"The world is a selfish place," Mizuki opens her eyes and stares at the bloody wall. "Once they realized I devoured abilities and nullified them, the world left Europe alone. I went back to Japan with Ranpo and started writing."

Fukuzawa doesn't respond. Instead, he rests his head on top of hers. A comfortable silence falls over the two.

Mizuki hums a familiar tune.

"That's the song you sang me when I died," Fukuzawa recalls.

"You remember?"

"No," He smiles. "Ranpo likes singing it at home."

Mizuki laughs lightly. "You lied?"

"It sounds familiar."

"Did you ever recall your memories?"

"No," Fukuzawa chuckles. "I'm still waiting. Do you know when?"

"Ranpo and I wrote your memories back last," Mizuki drums her fingers on the wood.

"Why last?"

Mizuki smiles. "As an apology."

"How'd I die?"

Mizuki's heart wavers.

"By the hands of a friend." Mizuki furrows her brows. "It was an unpleasant memory."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Mizuki blinks and keeps her eyes open. "I just think it's more of an unpleasant memory for you."

"Who was it?"

Mizuki closes her eyes again. "Someone you think of as a fond memory."

"A fond memory..." He trails off. "Ah, right. Do you need to get changed?"

Mizuki stares at her bloody dress.

"I should." Mizuki hums. "But I'd much rather you change me-"

Fukuzawa places a hand on her back.

"Oh?"

Mizuki smiles. "Please?"

Fukuzawa sighs, and picks the girl up again. "You're insane."

"Thanks," Mizuki smiles. "So it's a yes?"

"I'm getting old, you know?" He hums.

"Oh, please," Mizuki rolls her eyes playfully. "You're barely in your thirties."

Fukuzawa hums in amusement. "It's been four months."

"Yeah," Mizuki hums. "I still need to get Chuuya before Verlaine does."

"Verlaine?"

"He was one of the men detained by the mafia in the previous life. He killed off a whole section of people precious to Chuuya." Mizuki grumbles. "I want to lighten the load in this life."

"Talking about other men again?"

"Shut me up another way th- mMPH-" Mizuki's eyes widen as Fukuzawa shuts her up.

"Another word, and I won't help you change," He continues walking.

"?!?!?!?!?" Mizuki stares at him. "are you jealous?"

He stays silent.

"Yu-chan~" Mizuki sings. "I'm in love with youUUuuU! I married you for a reason!!!"

He hums. "I know."

"Then why did you cut me off?"

"You're talking too much."

"Whatever you say," Mizuki hums contently.

He was jealous.

Mizuki closes her eyes.

Do you deserve this?

Are you worth all of this?

What good have you brought to people you loved?

Dazai died because of you.

Chuuya died for you.

Fukuzawa was killed because of you.

Oda died because of you.

The kids blew up because you weren't worth it.

Mizuki furrows her brows.

"Mizuki?"

Look at him.

You stole him from Okin-chan.

She hates you.

Mizuki hums, and mumbles weakly. "Take my mind off of things."

"Them again?"

"They get worse with each gem I consume."

"The price of it, huh?" Fukuzawa sets her on the bed, and presses a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm sorry," She grimaces.

"Don't be," He presses another kiss to her neck. "How far?"

"Fuck me stupid." She whispers. "Fuck me stupid."

Fukuzawa presses gentle kisses to her skin, taking his time. Nipping at her neck, hands wandering. His voice is soft as he whispers sweet nothings into her skin. Purple bruises blossom with time, and she finds herself breathless at his hands.

"I'm sorry," She mumbles, tears forming. "I should be-"

Fukuzawa presses his lips to hers for her to be quiet.

"A relationship goes both ways," He whispers. "You need this more than me. I'm happy to oblige."

Mizuki spends the rest of the night breathless, thoughtless. The voice from her ability is long gone under her husband's body. Her mind's hazy, drunk on the love she's given. Her whimpers tangle with her husband's breathing; the air warm from their ministrations. Mizuki finds bliss in his arms, just how he found peace in hers.

The voices disappear.

Date: XX - XX - XXXX

Mizuki finishes another mission, eyes dead from killing. The voice in her head rings. With nowhere else to go, she heads to the mansion. Fukuzawa welcomes her with open arms, helping the girl rest. Home is in the arms of a soulmate, and Mizuki finds that her soulmate is none other than her husband.