She looked him over a few times, her smile ever present on her lips, fading only at times she felt an all to familiar swirl in her gut. Her back arched and she looked away with a furrowed brow, pressing down on her coat to disguise her discomfort. But it only increased. As much as she attempted to subdue an ignore it, it was no use - it began to push.<br/><br/>A sudden jolt in her abdomen threw her forward, her arm locking around her waist as she bent forward, her teeth gritting and bearing with a light hiss. Her hand thrusted forward on the dashboard, her nails clawing at it as though to bury her fingers within. Her hair rushed over like a red wave, her face unseen beneath its thick strands and several small pieces beginning to stick to her warming brow line.<br/><br/>"Stop..." she growled, "Stop the car!" She barely waited for him, pulling at the handle and preparing to throw herself against the concrete if necessary.<br/><br/>What the hell does she wan--the sudden convulsion from the woman stole Kisho's gaze away from the road; it was starting to be a nice quiet ride too! One look at her was enough to tell him that she was in pain.  He shouldn't care but.. Her request to stop the car would be granted.  Slamming on the brakes and swerving to the shoulder lane, Kisho stopped the car.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">"What is it now? Is this another one of your tricks? Cause I'm not buying it."</span>he said cautiously, one hand coming instinctively to his firearm, ready to draw should the need arise.<br/><br/>She pulled the handle sharply, rolling out with her right foot caught inside as she felt a thick mass stream up from her throat, she sunk as low as she could, praying the spattered plunking had not been loud enough for him to hear as her hands clenched at the edge of the open door and it's frame. Her eyes opened just enough to see the splattered, crimson pattern draining away beneath the car before shifting back and forth, in hopes of coming up with a good enough lie.<br/><br/>She stood up, raising her hand to wipe away the trickling blood on her lip, but swiftly moving it up to brush back her hair with a deep breath, wiping it through the matching tones as though nothing happened. She finally moved her foot from within, turning with widened eyes before bending over to meet his gaze and smiling once more.<br/><br/>"Well I think I've reached the limit of my "fun" for this evening Mr, Um - Well, hopefully I'll see you again and I can get to know you a little better along with your name."<br/><br/>Her grin faded a bit, genuine but almost sad as she shut his door and turned away, her hands shoved in her pockets to maneuver within and press against her stomach - hopefully for the final time. Her steps were decently coordinated, but a little slow as she tried to remain as casual as she could, feeling the overwhelming dizziness take over with the chronic blurring.<br/><br/>Is she dying or what?  The grip he had on his sidearm loosened as he watched her roll out of the car pitifully.  He may be one uncaring bastard most of the time but he was not entirely heartless.  Somewhere deep inside of him felt pain just from watching her struggle out of the car.  He saw her spit out blood, though he knew she would not appreciate his pity. The static in his mind grew louder the moment she turned around and forced a smile for him.<br/><br/>Only then did her words sink in.<br/><br/>Her time of fun is over? Is she living on borrowed time?  Whatever her deal is now, she didn't look like she wanted him involved.  Meet again huh? Yeah sure, why not?  Maybe the next time they meet, it would be under different circumstances and his mood would not be so bad like it was now.<br/><br/>Kisho stepped out of the driver's side, taking a breath as he watched her hobble away.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Sho. You can call me that."</span><br/><br/>Her body turned at the hips, forcing her to lean a bit in some sort of pose, a genuine look of pleasing shimmering from her features.<br/><br/>"Well then Sho - until we meet again." she nodded.<br/><br/>Without a second thought, she turned away, pacing to the sidewalk before altering her direction the way she came. She found herself irritated with the distance they had put between her current location and home, dealing with this ache the whole of the way. Yet, even with her stamina, the pain persisted, causing her to stumble here and there and jolt her hips in awkward directions. She muttered and fidgeted in these moments, her features stricken with pain at each blow. It became no longer tolerable by the time she had made it past Disko Katz, flopping over against a wall a few buildings down. She sank between their narrow walkway - more than likely not meant for people to pass through, but still wide enough for decent traffic. Her nails scratched at the concrete, shredding and breaking as her pain emitted through a strained voice avoiding the urge to scream out.<br/><br/>"Why are you doing this?" she growled, her features softening.<br/><br/>Another heave of blood flooded forward, mostly on the wall as it slid down into the dusty path. This time, she had no intention of wiping it away, another smaller bout coughing through, along with a trickle of blood falling from her nose.<br/><br/>"I don't want to play tonight." she moaned, finding her knees on the ground. "You're hurting me..."<br/><br/>Her hands suddenly clamped around her head, her gritted teeth barely holding back the high pitched whine seeping through, outshined by the sounds of bones cracking. Her eyes shot open, arms wrapping as tight around her torso as possible with another wash of blood rushing from her mouth. Her eyes were nearly wet with tears as her head hung low between her knees, coughing between her surrender.<br/><br/>"Alright." she coughed again, her words seeping into a whisper, "Alright... You win. Let's go hunting. But not here."<br/><br/>She made her way to her feet, pulling herself up with the aid of the wall mostly, forced to pause before advancing further. Her fingers peeled open her coat, looking down over her protruding rib cage. It's misshapen structure ballooned outward, maintaining her struggle to breath. With a sharp inhale, she twisted her wrists awkwardly, her palms low as her finger sprawled up towards her breasts, flat against them and pushing quickly. Another loud, painful crack, and she was back to normal, finding her typical breathing pattern. Pushing her hair back casually, she stood tall, removing herself from the small space and continuing her walk to a more desolate radius.<br/><br/>A ways over she knew of a unnamed zone within the district, not terribly far from home. It was littered with waste and trash and the people that fit into the category as well. With everyone on edge and cops and TPD on alert, things would need to remain subtle for a while. No one of note could afford to go missing. However, even with her ghostly nature, it could be a real problem now that's she's associated with an agent directly. His typical identification methods didn't and wouldn't work, but that doesn't mean his memory wouldn't do him justice - especially if she made the impression she believe she had.<br/><br/>On her walk, she slid beneath a chain link fence, keeping near to it as she silently paced through a persistent fog that lingered nearer to the ground as well as through the air. It was a dingy smell, resembling that of its inhabitants who enjoyed hiding within it to steal from unknowing people who found themselves lost in these parts. It always seemed to be darken than everywhere else, even in the day. But tonight it glowed with it's iconic mist, everything hazy as you walked through a brownish yellow produced by what was left of the street lights. It was obvious the main places to avoid. Dark holes in any direction were surely building to hide in, or corners stricken without light, making it easy to be one of many to disappear here. Luckily, even with their similarities and accumulation, they were still loners, stalking from the shadows.<br/><br/>The dense fumes were unusually high this evening, reaching all the way up to her thighs as she strode along, not so eager to encounter someone out of her preferred context. She pulled up her small hood, binding her hair beneath it and sinking into her thoughts. 'Why are you doing this? We played last week - I am tired.' Her mind filled with a buzz and hissing, hearing the chink of glass skipping along the ground. 'We could have enjoyed ourselves. What was so wrong with-' It was never good when she raised her voice, but she still didn't understand her reason. 'I felt nothing. It was nothing. We can be apart for a while. Just sleep.'<br/><br/>She then tripped on nothing, her knee jerking out of place as she stumbled to the ground, the growling noises of a feral-like person closing in behind her. Her sigh of disgust slipped away as she licked her lips, watching the brutish form close in on her, keeping her grin low as she sprang forth with a new knee, her face twisting in fear.<br/><br/>"Help me! Please. Someone help me!" she cried.<br/><br/>Her running took her into the dark, missing all sight of things more than a few feet in front of her. Turned over trash cans and crumbling buildings is what she met, looking up to see and hear nothing.<br/><br/>Large hands took hold of her, his unshaven face licking the lips that hid within them as his putrid breath brushed her face.<br/><br/>"What's a pretty lady like you doin' all the way out here?" he chuckled.<br/><br/>"Oh thank God," she cried, throwing her arms around him, "Oh, I was so lost. I don't know where I am. Will you help me - please?"<br/><br/>Her begging was accompanied by dewy eyes, her lip quivering as she pressed against him. He looked down and around, he too noticing no signs of anyone else around. He agreed to help in a low, deviant voice, already pawing for the zipper on her coat.<br/><br/>"Thank you so much. I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't found you." she whined.<br/><br/>His hands came down her back, squeezing at her rear before lifting her, pressing her back flush with one of the walls he carried her too. Low grunts and sounds emitted here and there, making him seem more as an animal than before, his carnal designed surely unnoticed by her poor, spandex clad leg. His bristly beard rubbed and tickled her neck, conscious to avoid meeting his mouth to hers. She'd convinced him to lie down, stirring his interest as well as confusion.<br/><br/>"I don't need comfort," she cooed seductively, "do you? It just makes it more - raw."<br/><br/>He laid still a moment, pleased with his view as she sat over his torso, arching her back as her hands fisted back through her hair. She pushed away his hand as it slid up her ribs in attempts to fondle, her devilish smirk convincing him otherwise. Her returned his hands beneath his head, her own clenching at the zippers of her coat and pulling it off slowly, feeling the swirling of before within her core. She groaned and moaned, tossing her coat aside as her body swayed over his, pleasing him all the more as her hips moved over his stomach. Slender hands braced themselves on his chest, her spine pressing firmly against her flesh before sliding over like a snake through water. A quiet gasp with another moan came out, low pitch as though she'd reached the height of an orgasm. Her began to question her, unable to see her clearly in the dimness before trying to sit up, his hands splashing something to his side.<br/><br/>"What'd you spill?" he grumbled.<br/><br/>He was forced back down with a strong push, sliding back down his body while another mounted his chest. He babbled a bit, confused and beginning to worry as he finally met two glowing red eyes and a sharp white smile. Wide eyes and a daring bellow were silence by a ragged, talon based hand clenching over his mouth, squeezing it's long extensions around his head. He wriggled and craved to get free, her smile only widening as she hissed a single sound in a dark, crackled tone - "Starving..."<br/><br/>His muffled screams barely escaped their little circle. Nanu furrowed her brow a moment but only in reaction to the discomfort she felt from her spine catching the small breeze - the whole of her back hollowed out to the organs barely staying in place. Her head fell back, ignoring the crunches, sloshing, and crackling this man endured, losing feeling and the ability to respond, though his heart continued to beat in attempts to keep him alive. By this point, she was exhausted and ready for this night to dial down.