“Do you need help, little Japoness man?” A dark voice called out across from Otaru. Gasping from the unexpected voice, Otaru looked towards the voice to see Tiger licking her lips.
“You did this!” Otaru accused heatedly. He balled up his fist and ran at the Marionette with plans to hurt her for hurting his family. Tiger just sneered and backhanded him when he got near. Crashing into the wall, Otaru fell forward holding his bruised ribs. Menacingly, much like a real tiger would, Tiger walked towards Otaru.
“You could of run, but you instead tried to avenge your fallen Marionettes. Why would you throw your life away for something not even male?” Tiger asked as she stood over Otaru.
“Because…Because…Because…I love them,” Otaru gasped as he took in pained breaths.
“Love?” Tiger said unable to understand.
“Ya, love. Not that a monster like you would know what love is like,” Otaru snapped out at the Marionette.
“Love,” Tiger repeated herself. She remembered how it felt to be loved, before the operation that turned the boy into a dictator, before goodness was replaced by hatred and greed, before Tigers heart was cold and hard. She looked at Otaru and she felt hate. Not because he was her lord Fausts enemy. No, she hated him because he had the one thing that she could never grasp, the one unreachable goal she was forever unable to reach. He had love for a Marionette.
“Die,” she hissed as she wrapped her fingers around his neck. She could crush his head like a grape, but would rather watch as he slowly expires from suffocation. She would make him pay for loving, she’d make him pay for caring, she’d make him pay…
Tigers thoughts were stopped as something hard impacted the back of her head and knocked her clean out. Otaru feel to the floor, this time with a bruised neck. He looked up at his savior’s face past her large breasts.
“Bloodberry!” he choked out. She stood defiantly over the knocked out Marionette with a confident grin and a slightly bruised fist, who knew the other Marionette had such a hard head.
“Otaru, I remembered why we were designed to eat people. When you were resting inside me, I absorbed some of your life force. With it I was able to block the EMP waves from touching me. You have to go into both Cherry and Lime so they can be healed. Quickly, if they don’t get some of your life force soon, they might never come back.” Otaru nodded at the sudden influx of information. He needed to force feed his body to the unconscious Marionettes fast or he might lose them both. He looked between them, trying to decide who needed him the most now.