Then, they went to the Cafe...[Zetsu; Continuing]

[leroxycloxy]

Finally Beige reached the cafe. Hopefully, the boy had caught up to her. Beige took a seat in one of the cushioned seats, sitting near the window to get a good view of the rest of the world surrounding her. She rested her head on her hands and allowed her thoughts to run free; to run free and wild and let them crash into each other.

Wait, letting thoughts crash into each other? That wasn't good. Beige rubbed her temples. Then sat up straight and waited patiently. Today was already turning out to be very eventful.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>Zetsu followed her, not being to far behind Beige. His mouth had already started to water from thinking about those small cakes, even fudge sounded good at the moment. His tongue slipped out of his mouth licking his lips, he could still taste iron from the dry blood. Although, that didn't kill his appetite, he had been rather fond of the taste of blood from a very young age.

Upon walking in the cafe his eyes started to wonder from person to person, curious ears trying to eavesdrop in every conversation that was taking place in front of him, but only being able to make out different words, peoples names, and places. Cobalt orbs moved to the floor beneath him, white tile scatter below the sea of chairs, With white walls stretching far up to the ceiling, with unnatural lights hanging over every table. Ah, and the sweet aroma of cakes and coffee swirling around the air. Was he in heaven?

Shaking his head, he brought his attention over to the reason why he was here, and that reason had a name. Beige. A small sigh came from his now parted lips before he took a seat across from her, his small body sinking into the booth. Both hands were placed on the table, he looked more like a five year old then the seventeen year old he was.

"So, how shall we start this?" I've got you away from the mall, now I just need to get you away from the public. His alter ego cackled. It will happen sooner or later, you can't run from me.</sub>

[leroxycloxy]

Beige shifted to face Zetsu, closing her eyes for a second. Her thoughts suddenly died away. Her mind was cleared. Her ears listened to the sounds of various conversations. But she focused on the boy before her. Yeah, she was ready to start.

Beige breathed. She really hated talking about Kira, she did. But it was either talk about Kira or be bored for most of the day...which would suck. A lot.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>Receiving no answer from her his attention moved to a waitress that was coming up to their booth. Sliding back up from the booth, he placed both hands down on the table, full attention now on the waitress.

"Uhm, Do you have Mint Ice cream? I want that.... Or maybe even the small fudge cakes~" I can't believe you would put that god awful stuff in your mouth... The list could go on, but he didn't want to make the womans job harder than it already was. A nod from the waitress, but before she left she turned to Beige to ask her what she had wanted.

Zetsu slid back down in his seat, waiting for her to go away so he could ask some questions about kira, and maybe.. Just maybe get some information on the girl in front of him.</sub>

[leroxycloxy]

Beige only glanced up at the waitress then shrugged. "I'll just take a coffee and a few peppermints, if you have any." That was Beige; the one who wasn't too big a fan for sweets. The waitress nodded understandingly before prancing off to carry out the orders.

Beige turned her focus back to the boy. "So what is it you want to ask me about Kira?" she spoke up, twiddling with a stray strand of her brunette hair. She closed her eyes as if in thought, may be just to not stare at the boy with her brown eyes. Her stares had a habit of being a tad creepy.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>When the lady had come back with both of their requests (even the peppermints) Zetsu stuck his index finger inside the green coloured, mint flavored ice cream, then brought it back to his lips. Oh, sweet bliss. He let the cold digit slip into his mouth, as he sucked the sweets off. Stop eating! And start talking! Of course, leave it to his inner voice t ruin this moment of pleasure.

"Where were we?" Cobalt eyes gave a widened stare, to the other. To him, her closing her eyes meant that she wasn't interested in what he had to say, Hmph.. Rude. "Do you think that Kira is killing innocent people? Or do you think the deserved the fate they are given." That seemed slightly blunt, but he couldn't help it. His finger left his mouth, found itself back inside the ice cream.</sub>

[leroxycloxy]

Beige's head remained rested on her hand; anyone could've assumed that she wasn't paying attention to the boy in front of her. Wrong. She was paying more attention than normally. She opened her eyes and looked at the boy. The light enhanced the walnut highlights of Beige's eyes.

"It depends. For some of the people being killed, they deserved it. However, as for some of the others, I can't really say they're innocent, but they didn't deserve death. He's taking away the tomorrows of others, as corny as it sounds," Beige answered quietly, playing with one of the peppermints.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>The smell of mint was strong, but the smell of peppermints was even stronger. What was it about them? Something strange indeed, how they could just overpower a delicious thing like the ice cream that had been placed before him. His finger had began to feel rather numb sitting in the ice cream like that, where had his manners gone anyway? Eating ice cream like a slob. His eyes shifted over to where the spoon had been placed, grabbing it, and replacing his finger with the spoon. Ah, much better. There was still unattended to sweets lingering on the tip of his index finger.. Can't let that go to waste... And once again, his finger found its way back into his mouth.

Cobalt eyes soon found themselves locked with the walnut coloured ones before him. They say that you can see into someones soul through their eyes, why didn't it work for him? For some reason, she had this creepy vibe about that stare.. It would just make your inner self shutter. But enough about this silly talk of people acctually having souls. Ha, who would think that in the first place... A stupid person, Thats who!

"Mmm" The sweets had entranced him for a moment, loosing what he was going to say. "Uh, True beige.. But what about Serial killers? Do they deserve to die? Does age matter?" One question after another, perhaps this was to buy him time so he could eat some of his ice cream.</sub>

[leroxycloxy]

Beige continued to play with the peppermint, assorting her thoughts to answer each and everyone of this boy's questions. Was it her or was his manners horrible? Huh.

"Serial killers? I would say it depends on their motivation. However, a serial killer is a serial killer and most do deserve to die," Beige commented in response. She finally popped the peppermint into her mouth and took some sips of her coffee. Mmm..coffee.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>Oh, so thats what she thought about him, or at least thats what she thought about him indirectly. How sad, she didn't know his true nature. His fingers twirled the plastic spork before he brought it to his mouth. It still tasted good, his eyes shifted from the ice cream to the fudge that was set in another bowl, this one being smaller. Shoving the s into the other bowl, squishing the fudge in the bowl the moving whatever was on the spork into his mouth. Mmm, Mi-- Oo The fudge tastes good too~ For a moment it was like he was in heaven, but that moment didn't last long. His alter ego hissed inside his head. What the hell are you doing, Zetsu!? He moved to spork around in his mouth with his tongue, staring at Beige blankly.

"Motivation?" His words sounded jumbled because of the spork in his mouth. Twirling the plastic between his fingers, he took it out shoving it back into the mint ice cream. "And who doesn't deserve to die? I thought you said a serial killer is a serial killer?" A smile crawled on his lips. " What makes one killer different from another...Beige." I can show you the difference</sub>

[leroxycloxy]

An unnoticeable shiver crawled up Beige's spine. This kid was really freaking her out now, but as usual, her fear didn't show. "Again, it's what reason they have to kill. If it's for pleasure, then I'm sure they deserve to die. If for a sick sense of justice, I'm also sure they are to die. The ones who don't deserve to die, I guess, are the ones who're trying to keep them selves from killing anymore."

A smile played on Beige's lips. "I sound kind of like I'm contradicting myself, don't I? I just said that a serial killer is serial killer, but one who is trying to abstain from being a serial killer...he's not a serial killer anymore, is he? Unless they continue to kill against their own will..." Beige trailed off. She despised how much it sounds like it sounds like she's rambling on and on.

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>[\ Sorry for the wait x) /]

The crowd in the cafe seemed to grow, he didn't know when this many people had gotten here. In his mind the air grew thick, it was hard to breathe in, and his claustrophobia started up. Inching over to the left closer to the wall of the booth, he placed both hands on the table with his fingertip drumming on the wood to mimic the sound of his heart beat while it started to rise. Zetsu was trying not to panic, but his exterior image portrayed him differently; the slight shake his small frame had, and the wide eye'd look, like he was a deer in head lights. At least he wasn't hyperventilating.

"Uh.. Uhmm.." His voice cracked at the second 'uhm'. " I think it would... Be best for us to continue our conversation on a different day." A small breath. "BecauseIdon'tthink--Uh.Isithotinhereorwhat.." Two small nervous laughs came after his rather fast, and almost incoherent sentence. Whats wrong with you!? Get a hold of yourself! God, when I said you were pathetic, I didn't know your stupidity went this far!</sub>

[leroxycloxy]

(nyeh, it's all right. :3)

Beige's eyes grew wide as well, not very wide, but wide. Not because of the large crowd, but because of the boy. Was he....? "Oh dear," Beige breathed quietly. Then she quickly asked "What's wrong?" But Beige could already tell without being answered.

She narrowed her eyes like a cat who narrows its eyes for seemingly no reason. "If you are unable to talk today, we can always talk on another day."

[Zetsu |With Teeth|]

<sub>"Nothing!...Nothing..." He spazzed. "You know it would be great if we could." Zetsu slid right, to the opening of the booth. Still holding some contact with Beige he didn't know there had been a rather large Japanese person coming his way.

Now finding himself on the floor, cobalt eyes narrowed at the man he had bumped into. A few things fell out of his pocket; Change, mostly ten cent pieces, and something metal. A small switchblade, but why would a teenager be holding it? "Watch were you're going!" Zetsu hissed at the man, showing a side of him that he was hiding from beige. Grabbing what had fallen on the floor, and he headed toward the door. The man he had bumped into not wanting to start any problems walked back to the table he came from. While Zetsu made his way to the door.

You should have stabbed him. Kyahahaha. Silly zetsu~

[\ -.- Bad post -sinks- /]</sub>

[leroxycloxy]

Beige didn't pay too much attention to when Zetsu, but when she happened to glance over at what had fallen out of his pocket...she was shocked-not too shocked, mind you-to see a switchblade in that pile of spilled contents. She watched Zetsu make his way to the door, before standing up herself and walking past the large Japanese man.

Beige rested her gloved hands in her pockets as she made her way outside, a shadow covering her face.

The switchblade may have explained the unsafe vibe she felt from the child.