Disclaimer: None of the characters used in this story belongs to me. I wish they did though then I would be a genius. That means I could have them all to myself too. No, really. They belong to their rightful owners and I do not make any money from this.

I open my eyes to the unfamiliar world. Where am I? A hospital. What am I doing here? I can't remember. Who am I? I don't know.

A man is watching me. Who is he? His face, I don't recall. He tells me that he is my elder brother. Should I trust him? He informs me that I had been in an accident, colliding into the rear of a car while speeding on my motor bike. He says his name is Hirose Nanjo and my name...Koji Nanjo.

A stranger interrupts us as he enters the room. Bronze skin. He comes crying to me. He scolds at me for not trusting that he would return, that I shouldn't have doubted him, shouldn't have persued after him. Yet as he says these things, tears stream down his cheeks. Strange. His words don't make sense to me. I try so hard to recognise him, but the harder I try, the more my head hurts.

I open my mouth to tell him that I don't understand what he is talking about and that I don't know who he is. But, I can't hear my voice. He seems to be as shock as I am. I try desperately again, shouting, but to no avail. Why can't I speak? My elder brother tells me that due to the accident, I have temporarily lost my voice. Great. Loss of memory. Loss of speech.

I go home with my elder brother, leaving behind the other boy. Since I cannot speak, I could only listen to the voice of my elder brother. He tells me that our father had just past away. Funny, even after hearing that, I am not moved. No tears. No sorrow. To hear the death of your father and not be sad. Is that evil of me? What about my mother? What kind of woman is she? Maybe she died too. I smile. I shouldn't have though. Oh well, what you can't remember can't hurt you.

My mind trails off as he continues to talk. I feel so tired. Restless. The boy's face appears in my mind. Who is he? I try to search my memory of him. His face. His skin. His eyes. My head hurts. Pain. Agonising pain. I scream and shut the images from my mind. My elder brother looks at me. I stare down at my hands which are trembling uncontrollably. What is wrong with me?

Nightfall. I fear the night. It tends to drive me mad. I have a sudden craving. I reach for the katana that is on the mantle. With a swift movement, I unsheath the blade. The sharp silver blade reflects my demonic face. I smile and open a huge gash across the palm of my hand. The flowing of blood makes me feel good. Now, it's time to put an end to my misery.

Outside, the snow is falling. I wait behind a corner of the building. I watch as others walk by covered from the cold. But I am not cold. Am I normal? If so, why do I crave for blood? His blood. I want to peel the layers of his skin. See the color of his blood. Extract his organs. And smell the scent of his corpse. Sweet.

I see him now as he walks out to empty the trash in the alley. I follow him. No one else is around. He turns to face me. Calls my name. Asks what I am doing here? He seems shock to see me. He embraces me and cries. Says that he misses me. Asks if I am alright? Can't he tell from the murderous look in my eyes?

He says many things to me, but his words seem to fall onto the cold snow. I feel nothing. And hear nothing. I am not normal. I pull his hair back so that I could look in his eyes. His lips. So beautiful. I lean forward to taste those seductive lips. He welcomes my intrusion. So warm. His lips are so warm. They taste so sweet. I want to consume all of him. I bite forcefully on those lips. I taste the warm blood flowing out of his lips. He tries to break free to catch his breath, but I don't let him go. He tries to push me away, but our lips remain locked. He finally sees the insanity in my eyes. He struggles. Too late.

Still tasting his lips, I slowly pull out my katana and plunged it in his abdomen. The blade entered him like a knife slicing through warm butter. Blood gushed out as I plunged the blade deeper inside him. He eyes stare wide at me, but I refuse to let go. Those eyes of hurt and betrayal. He raised his hand to touch the side of my face before it drops to his side.

Only when the lights went out of his eyes did I release those lips of his. I taste those lips one last time before I pull out my blade. I see his blood on my blade. I lick it. Sweet.

I thought he was the reason for my madness. But in actual fact, the night drives me insane.