One Last Dance

Part One

The feeling of his lip busting, blood smearing against his teeth. The feeling of her metallic hand hitting him square in the face, colder than it had been last time. Aksu Willows loved every part of it, and couldn't help but grin as he stumbled backwards, his free hand coming to his face after a moment. Reveling in the moment, the feelings, he took a minute before looking up, spitting blood out to the side and shaking his head.
"God I love you." He said, wiping blood off of his face, leaving a smear on his greyish skin. He could see her expression sour as she raised her fist again, refusing to make eye contact. He raised his eyebrows as he covered his face, haven taken enough of a beating already. "Okay, okay. I'm finished. For now." His grin spread as she dropped her hands, obviously out of breath from beating the life out of him.
"You." She huffed, crossing her arms and finally looking at me. "Are a creep." Aksu shrugged, switching his hands from defensive, to a *"Not my fault"* position. She scowled, making him laugh slightly, stopping only when she looked like she was going to hit him again. "Why are you even here? I thought I got rid of you a while ago."
Her voice rang smoothly through his head, the familiar, unplaceable accent reminding him of the last time they spoke. "I'm just stopping by for a visit! What, can friends not visit each other?" He asked innocently, ignoring her scoff at the word "friends." "I know friends is a strong word, Rosie, but we haven't spoken in ages! I thou-" As soon as he felt the words stop, he knew she'd thrown her hands around his throat. A common reaction from her, but jarring nonetheless.
"Do. Not." She said, as he tried to pry her hands off of his throat. "I will let go, if you call me by the proper name, you dick." Nodding aggressively, he could feel her grip tighten slightly, as if she was considering going against her word. But of course, after another moment, she let go, stepping back angrily.
"Good lord Rose. You got stronger!" He said, almost cheerfully, rubbing his neck. She had always been stronger than him, but this time her grip seemed a lot more murderous, which made sense. "The real reason I'm here though. I uh.." His reason seemed stupid now, but her piercing eyes made him speak up, mostly so she didn't choke him again.* "I need your help."
"No."
"Hear me out at least?"
"No."
"...Please?"
"If you get on your knees and beg, then i might hear you out." Her expression turned from sour, to an evil smirk, as if she was waiting for him to do it. And of course, with all the hatred, and admiration, in his body, he knelt.
"Please. I just need your help. For one thing." Satisfaction slowly spread across Astrum Rosewoods face as she motioned for him to stand up, a smile finally appearing on her lips. "Hey look at that. I got you to smile!" He said, as he slowly stood up, one of his own, still bloody smiles appearing.
"Shut up." Her smile fell as soon as he spoke. "I'll help you, but only if what you need isn't extreme." He stayed silent, not realizing she meant for him to tell her what it was.
"Oh- Oh! Oh yeah. I need help with a murder."