Avoiding eye contact, "No."
Looking at her master to see Tsukiyomi's unfaded beauty return to replace Ryu's protective scales and razor-talons, "Maybe."
Searching the shell of the banished moon god for clarification of the being she's speaking to, Mizuki chuckles, perplexed by her own indecision, "I don't know."
"Well, you'd better get sure fast," Ryu sucks his teeth boredly, "I can't cure death."
Scanning her dourly before digging into her soul with a dissipating, hellfire stare, "And you're close to snapping my last nerve over something you shouldn't demand so carelessly."
Tightening her lips against her teeth, Mizuki becomes cold and stern, "I know if you don't kill me, I will find a way to kill myself." Lowering her eyebrows and strengthening her stance, he spots her fists clenching at her sides.
Groaning, "Kuma," Ryu patiently softens his tone. Assuring her the dragon is purely in control as he is the only one to call her 'bear' as a term of endearment, "You know your soul will be reborn as a shadow if you disembark yourself."
Grazing her cheek with his knuckles before tilting her chin up, "Existing in darkness for an undetermined amount of time, as you claw through nothingness. Chasing a need you can't explain, in a wordless realm without sound. Knowing you belong somewhere better, but you just can't find it."
Gliding his knuckles down the side of her neck, "Fighting darkness to prove you deserve to be trusted with flesh again. And again. And again," perfect eyebrows raise.
Tucking a loose coil behind her ear, "Until you are strong enough to withstand the very traumas that defeated you once," an ivory palm settles on her cheek.
Bringing his lips close to her forehead, barely grazing her skin, "Why work your way back up into a place where you can experience fun like you. . ."
Kissing wrinkles birthed from confusion, he pulls back to examine her face, "Already have in this life."
Bouncing his eyebrows seductively then flashing a tiny grin, "Save time by allowing me to personally ensure your every breath is ecstasy."
Mizuki stares at him like his knowledge is irrelevant; having learned new information, it goes in one ear and out the other because her head is too filled with emotion to comprehend the severity of what she says so plainly.
Skeptically raising her eyebrow, "You think I care about being a bodiless shadow?"
"I want to get consumed by the darkness. I DON'T," she shouts in his face with her eyes shut tight and he recoils a step back, "Want to be here."
Bearing carnivorous teeth as her true form's face flashes, "I hate living," she growls annoyed.
Hugging herself while casting a melancholic gaze to the space between their feet, "And life hates me."
"My violet jewel," Ryu coos softly, "That is how everyone feels when things don't go their way."
Shoving him back, "I just want you to understand me! Fuck what everyone else feels."
For the first time since Ryu has taken control, Mizuki sees genuine sympathy written on Tsukiyomi's face. Snatching her hands to prevent any further abuse when she snarls and her claws begin to glow with a neon purple haze, "You wouldn't say all this if you fought through draining tendrils and infinite black in search of a shortcut back to this blissful realm."
Pulling her closer as his intense words pair with silver blue eyes sparking red, "Suffocated, in silence, knowing," his eyelids lower halfway.
"Some-how, you're supposed to breathe but have no lungs," his upper lip twitches, "There's no air or sense of touch."
Refraining a frustrated sneer as the heat of his breath teases the apple of her cheek, "You don't know which way is up," he looks up and she does the same.
Looking down, "Or down."
The hairs on the back of her neck stand up when he presses his nose to hers, bringing her attention to the seriousness of his gaze, "Because there is no light."
Surprised by his words' wavering effect on her wish to die, having learned of his experience in a realm she didn't know existed, Mizuki cannot bear to hold his sight. Yanking her hands from his vice-like grip, she can't pin her sight on any part of his magnetizing flesh too long.
Once the silence has dragged out long enough, violet eyes return to Tsukiyomi's flawless face powered by the charismatically dramatic dragon. Shrugging nonchalantly, throwing all heavy thoughts to the back of her mind, "Then I'll pick a fight with anyone stronger than me until someone hurts me faster than I can heal."
"Woman," narrowing his eyes, "You know there are worse things than dying when you throw yourself mindlessly to the will of strangers," he hisses furiously.
Muting an oncoming roar, the animalistic rumble in his throat and chest suddenly silences and he falls completely calm, "How have you turned to hating yourself so deeply, that you believe death is the only relief?"
Rolling abysmal eyes off to the side and shuddering off the fleeting, infamously emotionless trait of his host, "You're allowing banes from the past to blind you into recklessness."
Platinum sapphire eyes return to her, "When pain isn't the only sensation a body understands."
Nudging her jaw gently with his thumb and sending her a tiny smile, ivory fingers stroke along her collarbone. Sliding her dress open along peachy skin to reveal more of her twins, Mizuki slaps Ryu's host's hand from her skin, "Stop talking!"
Jumping back into a crouched, offensive position, "I'm going to hit you now," the sight of her naked fruit draws in Ryu's gaze.
Raising purple, glowing fists to guard her face, "And I won't hold back."
Watching him do nothing but stare blankly at every curve of her teasing bits of nakedness, she growls through clenched teeth until he looks at her face, "Neither should you."
Bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, tucking her elbows to guard her stomach and sides, "If you know what's good for you."
Tilting his head slightly, solemn by her readiness, Ryu's words on Tsukiyomi's voice makes her stomach turn, "Not everything must end in a fight."
Snarling ferociously, spit flying from her teeth, "I should end in a fight!"
Shaking her fists at the sky while looking up, "I deserve to die!"
Opening her fists to clutch the darkness around them, "Beaten until I'm broken," limp arms fall, "Without mercy by someone. . ."
On a single, mournful breath, "By someone I love."
Falling to the ground on her knees into a slump, "That's how I sent him to Hell without a second thought."
Inhaling sharply, focusing on not crying anymore, "I hurt everyone that tries to love me. . .even when I don't really mean to."
Grumbling, "And before you preach again about why I should live," a sorrowful grin crosses her lips, "You should know. . ."
Accepting the truth about herself, Mizuki looks into him through glossy, purple-red eyes, "If Tsukiyomi could bring Sane back, I would've betrayed even you!"
Searching silver blue eyes for Ryu's guidance on what's to become of her, confused by her own, conflicting desires, "Doesn't that make you mad enough to kill me, Ryu?"
Immobilizing her with his power to lift her from the ground, he manipulates her body to hover into standing straight with her arms at her sides; rising gracefully to his feet, an ivory claw taps the tip of her nose.
"Mad enough to mark you."
Mizuki's eyes go wide when Ryu rips a scale from his chest, "As Mine."
Placing it in the center of her chest at the top of her exposed cleavage, "Bound only to me."
Gentle fingertips trail down the crease of her ample bosom, "The essence of you," dragging her dress open to reveal hefty, heaving breasts streaked with refreshing, blue veins.
"Forever guided to return," Ryu slices through the belt and she gasps from the close contact with his claws. Unscathed, the gown blows from her naked curves. Revealing Mizuki's defenselessness, his eyes remain locked on hers, "Whether whole or fragmented."
Ryu steps into her and she moans when the radiating heat of his body replaces the chilling breeze hardening her nipples, "Lost or untamed."
Caressing up the side of her neck to cup her jaw, "Even when your mind has forgotten."
His free hand snakes around her lower back under the layer of her dress, "Your spirit will know your savior."
Firmly groping her ass, "And our re-unioning Fuck-Fest," pulling her against his hardening cock, "Will shake the realms."
Captured by the beauty in his eyes with the warmth of his words encompassing her outside in, Mizuki swoons against his body in surrender. Pressing warm, iridescent lips to glossy mauve velvet, they engage in a slow, sensual kiss.
Tenderly stroking and squeezing over her exposed flesh, Mizuki's lips part just a hair from his. In a vulnerable confident whisper, "I'll be ready next time."
Kissing him harder, red tears of blood fall from her eyes and he embraces her.