Intro ☠ Back Home & Debt Repayment ☠ Increasing Aphro

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No one knew how Genkaku managed to overthrow the promoter and basically take over Deadman Wonderland. But it was his haven now. Others would call it hell. Genkaku was the new boss of Deadman Wonderland and everyone answered to him no matter who it was. He took over the promoter's old office after killing him. The nasty color on the walls had been

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I'll be driving the bus XD

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Well now he wasn't expecting her to show up so quickly. Good, he didn't have to wait for her or track her down. He watched her as she entered, eyes wide with amusement. He put his guitar down and clapped his hands, applauding her for the amazing display of carnage. When she sat down on the desk, he looked up at her and laughed.

"Fuck no I don't wanna fight you. What would be the point? " There was a brief pause of silence. "There's some bitches here I need to take care of. But I want you to do it. That's how ya can repay me. Make their deaths agonizing. I wanna see the pain and agony in their eyes as ya rip the life right out of them. Make it a good show, yeah? It would be entertaining."

He didn't care for Shiro. She annoyed the living hell out of him. Not to mention she had broken his other guitar. But the Wretched Egg on the other hand was a walking killing machine and he adored her in his own psychotic way.

We can have a party~

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Now he wasn't expecting that at all. Not one bit. It surprised him, but he didn't let it show upon his face. It was a good offer. Too good to pass up. He adored the sight of carnage. The blood. The way people screamed and begged during those last moments of their lives. He also knew that the Wretched Egg would eventually end up killing more people and Genkaku didn't mind. They would make a good pair.

No, a fucking great pair. The Super Monk and his princess of carnage. Why not love her? She was everything he craved. She wasn't afraid to show that vicious side of herself at all. It was incredibly inviting. Though he wasn't used to anyone touching him like she was. The physical contact was new to Genkaku. It was a lot different than anything he was used to.

But he didn't pull away. He held sadistic and masochistic traits within himself. Though he portrayed himself to be a sadistic more than anything else. The masochistic half, he didn't indulge in yet.

"Got yourself a deal. What's not to love anyways? Lets go have some fun, eh?"

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He knew fairly little about her past. Sure he had heard rumors about it and what not, but he didn't know the full extent of it. Tamaki mentioned things about her on a few occassions. The whole matter of her having split personalities was interesting to him. Shiro was a bright bubbly girl who would do anything for Ganta. She was warm hearted and meant well. But the Wretched Egg. Now she was someone else entirely. A thirst for blood and an appetite for seeing others in pain

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When she asked who it was he wanted her to kill, he smirked.

"Some little shits associated with Scar Chain. Deadmen who were trying to jack some stuff from the medical bay and messed with the monitoring equipment during the process in order to get there." Yeah they had made an attempt to steal some things from the medical area. Namely gauze, a few bottles of penicillin, some painkillers, among other things.

He began to make his way to Sector G with her. Really instead of keeping her a secret, he thought Tamaki could have let her join forces with the Undertakers. It would have been a lot better that way in Genkaku's mind.

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He took a joint from out of his pocket a long with a lighter and lit it. He stuffed the lighter back into his pocket and took a drag, then exhaled. "Well, shit." He laughed and looked at the body parts, blood, and bowels amongst the floor. "Yeah. Niiiiice."

He raised an eyebrow as a few Undertakers came walking down the hall. "Oi, clean this shit up." He ordered them. One of the Undertakers removed their helmet and vomited on the floor because of the horrible sight which made Genkaku laugh. "And clean that up too."

The Undertakers hesitated for a moment. "What the hell are you waiting for?" He took another drag from the joint and his eyes narrowed, glaring at the small group of men.

"I gave you an order, now get to it or you'll end up like them."

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"Sure."

Well if he didn't agree to go with her, then that would mean he wasn't keeping up his end of the deal which was already made between them. Which in turn would have more than likely upset her and he didn't want that happening. So he agreed to go with her to her room that was hidden away within the prison.

It was quite entertaining to see her have such control over her Branch of Sin. The Wretched Egg herself was indeed unique. The power she possessed was beyond amazing.

Genkaku followed her. He never had actually been to her room, but he was definitely familiar with the prison halls themselves and the other secrets they hid. As they walked, he wondered how many members of Scar Chain were still alive and if they would try to do something stupid again.

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He watched her for a second or two before walking over to her and taking a seat beside her on the bed. Not being clothed didn't phase him in the least. Though it had been some time since he'd seen a naked woman before.

With gentle actions, he took her arm and removed a few bullets from it. "Looks like they got a few rounds off at ya before you killed them, eh?" He asked and sighed.

Those people would never learn. The Wretched Egg could never die from a simple bullet wound. The shooting was probably a last ditch attempt to save their own skins from an untimely death. Not that it made any difference though.

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Granted he wasn't normally gentle with people. Hell it was his first time in a long time that he was gentle with anyone. But for her he made an exception. Such close contact with a woman was also something rare for him. He wasn't used to it.

The only one he had been remotely close to was Hibana and she was a little girl. He was more of a Father figure to her than anything else. Making sure she stayed out of trouble and keeping her with him instead of letting the little kindergarten killer running around the place. Though she knew better than to just haul off and kill people.

Though Hibana considered herself a lady, she was simply a child and completely different from the Wretched Egg. He felt differently towards her than he did when it came to others. Perhaps it was love or lust. He couldn't quite figure it out.