The Unseen Red

Past Love That She Desired

"Born in the darkness , he grew to disdain the light," Korosensei narrated. "Weaned on souks-crushing poverty." A flash back showed the human Korosensei as a young child wandering the slums where violence and death was rampant. "A child of the slums. He knew only ugliness and degradation."A man getting shot while he was in bed with a woman having sex under the sheets."Life taught him he could only rely on three things : skill , money , and death. Naturally , the assassins' life beckoned." Human Korosensei as a child was shown killing a man who's come at him with a knife.

"Those stronger than himself , he killed with knowledge. Those more knowing , he killed with strength. Those gifted with both , he killed with surpassing charm. When the number of his victims reached one thousand, fittingly , rumor christened him. "The Reaper."

Korosensei mentally relived his memories.

"Watch how you handle this one," Yanagisawa's voice said , although the only thing the Reaper could see was the moving ceiling. He was being pushed down the hallway by two men in white lab coats , secured seemingly excessively on a metal gurney. "Assume he can kill you , regardless of setting or apparent disadvantage." Yanagisawa smiled with satisfaction.  "Of course , it's hard to imagine a more disadvantage setting for him than this."

The Reaper was also smiling. He was acting surprisingly calm for someone in his position.

"They don't come more clearheaded or hard-boiled." Yanagisawa watched him and the two men from a video tape as they entered the room the Reaper would be staying in for as long as necessary. "There's no kin to complain of he dies. The perfect guinea pig for our experiment if ever there was one. How lucky we are to have found him."

The Reaper's restraints were released. He sat up and observed the room before stepping off of the platform. He walked towards the glass wall separating him from the room where the observes did their job. He rested his hand against the glass , still grinning.

"Wow , that's a shock !" a woman's voice rang throughout the room. "You don't look like a ruthless killer !"

"Someone drew the short straw."  The Reaper observed her , amused. "Look, ma'am," he said politely. "I won't do anything. Can you just get me out of here please ?"

"Sorry," she replied , moving her index fingers to form an X, "it's just that i've developed an intense allergy to being murdered."

The Reaper's eyes watched her , his eyes showing entertainment as her face was shown for the first time. "I like her. She can be useful." The woman blinked , grinning politely back at him. "There's only one thing that bothers me....what's with that shirt ? "

The woman's shirt has a bone with cooked meat on it inside a circle. "The 8/10th" was written above it in blue kanji.

"I'm Aguri Yukimura," the woman introduced herself. "It's a pleasure to meet you !"

The scene cut to an evening. The Reaper was wheeled back to his room. Aguri was working at the desk in the observation area. "Excellent work today !" she called enthusiastically to her partners. After they had left , the Reaper's restraints were removed. He sat up and closed his eyes , rubbing the back of his neck.

"Take a little while to relax," Aguri told him. "I'll check your vitals on a few." The Reaper observed her before responding. Today , her shirt had a happy , dancing cucumber with arms and legs surrounded by flowers. "Nice shirt. It's even dorkier than the last one."

"Huh ? Oh , come on. I'm just trying to add a little color to your life ! I'd thought you'd appreciate it."

"To be honest , it grinds my gears."