Yamazaki Household. 4am.
And if your heart stops beating, I'll be here wondering: Did you get what you deserve? The ending of your life! And if you get to heaven I'll be here waiting, babe, Did you get what you deserve? The end. And if your life won't wait, Then your heart can't take this Have you heard the news that you're dead? No one ever had much nice to say! I think they never liked you anyway! Take me from the hospital bed. Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned. And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?
There were shadows on the floor from the massive artificial light in the sky that the cave-sunans called the 'moon'. It danced and shimmered onto the wooden floor, and spilled onto the milky white feet of Itami. She stood, as always, in front of a mirror. This time, she was leaning forward, tracing a line across her forehead with a dainty finger. A wrinkle. Heavens above, and all that was holy! Her face resembled pure shock and horror as she traced over it again and again, as though to hope it would go away. As though her finger would erase any sign of it--but it didn't happen. Oh no. It stayed.
Itami turned quickly, throwing open the doors of her very large wardrobe, and ripping out
loose clothes and throwing them on as she pulled her black hair from the collar of the jacket and moved purposefully down the stairs, not caring about the noise she made as her black boots trotted down the steps and the front door slammed. Oh no, she was far to furious.
Suna Hospital Tower. 4:45am.
Storming through the lobby, flashing her hospital ID, Itami moved into her office, shutting the door and locking it as she shoved things off of the desk furiously. Screaming like a madman. Flailing around as she whipped books and pens of of the desk. Ripping open drawers and throwing the papers all over, tearing them apart. She threw a fit like a starving tiger: clawing, roaring, and damaging things.
"Ugly!" She screeched as she ripped the trigger-book from the shelf, and shoved the secret-door aside.
"It's ugly!!" She screamed again as the door shut behind her and she galloped down the steps into the lobby of the secret lair. Ripping open another door, that had steps that led even further down into the catacombs. The entire room from here one was pure black rock, and was lit by blue-flamed torches lined among the walls. But once at the bottom of the staircase, the touches would cease, and the only light in the main room would be from the glowing pool of souls.
"Why is this open?" Her voice hissed as she moved over to the pool, leaning over it as her pale skin turned an icy blue as the reflection danced across her face. The souls moaned and groaned, crying and their whispers could be heard, but not understood.
"Hello, sweethearts~" Her voice cooed as she stuck her finger in the pool, swirling it around a bit.
"Mommy has a bit of a problem--you know what that means~" Her voice cooed again, sugary sweet as her hand reached in and pulled out a single strand. The souls, once removed from the pool, looked like slime or jelly. Long, gooey, blue, glowing strands that would whisper and moan in pain.
Her head tipped back, and her mouth opened as she swallowed the slime whole, her body being surrounded by the haunting dark blue light as she sucked in a deep breath, and before Iori's eyes, would become even
more flawless. Her skin whiter, softer, silkier. Her eyes rounded, and brighter (now glowing the same blue.). Nails longer, harder. Lips suppler, bosom perkier, and stomach/legs more toned and slender.