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[Heine Rammsteiner]

For a while now, Heine Rammsteiner had been traveling the road of the Rukongai - the name in which he only knew now from the poor who were kind enough to speak to him. Admittedly, anyone that surrounded him in this new "place" appeared to be nothing like the others he knew back where he was from - a post apocalyptic world where fighting was a must, and crime was always near. Crime had been something you had to ignore then. Even now, where he was, fighting seemed common, however it was either with fists or swords. He had thought to have heard the swords be called something like a "Zanpakuto", a word in which Heine had a difficult time pronouncing with a German tongue.

Where he was from, of course you could use fists. However, guns were most common.


A glare touched his orange lenses as he shoved his hands further into his pockets, lifting his head to gaze up at the sun just barely shown beneath thick, gray clouds. Soon they glided back over the bright ball of light, leaving shadows creeping around every corner of the small homes and one to follow just behind him, belonging to him.

Slightly tired ruby irises glanced around lazily, and he sighed as he watched a woman and her child run hand-in-hand back through the trees, their own wide eyes staring at him until they were sure he was out of sight. He supposed the fact that he was albino was one thing, but it still remained he was walking around in shiny leather exterior, thick steel-toed boots and a chain dangling behind him which just so happened to be attached to the base in which you held the gun that was in his pocket. However, that gun nor the other could be seen in his pockets with his clothing covering them - this leaving him unknowing of why they were so terrified.

Perhaps it's what he gets for being different.

"Hey, white-hair."

Typical speech for someone he had never met to call him. Something he was used to, but still wished he didn't have the "pleasure" of hearing.

Running a tongue over dry lips to wet them, he soon slowed to a stop and glanced over his shoulder. There he saw four men standing in typical "robes"- he had no idea what japanese clothing was called - one grinning, one smirking, and the other two with a sort of angry pinch to their faces.

Sighing, he gradually turned around. As usual he stood with a sort of leaning posture, one that meant he was completely comfortable with standing in front of these four obviously angry and eager men.

"We've seen some pretty weird ones 'round here lately but never seen one like you," The grinning man spoke once more, flipping a finger towards Heine as if to point him out to himself. However, Heine could swear the man was trying to literally flip him off with that finger.

Normally, Heine never spoke unless spoken to. However, now didn't seem to count to him. He didn't feel like speaking back to someone that had no importance to him once-so-ever. But he also knew he couldn't just turn his back to these four. So sighing, he lifting one hand from his front pocket, slid it secretly underneath the leather and into one of his back pockets.

"Well, seems like he don't wanna talk. Maybe he's lost that too," A mocking comment, obviously aimed towards the loss of pigment in all of him. A snicker came from the different man who had spoke this time, and then from the rest of them.

Instead of replying with a biting remark, Heine instead allowed a smirk to cross over his lips, unable to help himself. He found it funny how all four of them held short swords, as if cutting him up with honestly do something. Although, he couldn't blame them for actually trying him. Really, though, they should just all mind their business.

"Hey," One of the men who had been smirking spoke up, nudging the grinning man whom was still laughing at the other man's comment. "I think we should just go 'head and kill 'im. He's smirkin' at us."

A laugh. And then he replied.

"All right."

For a moment, Heine remained with feet firmly on the ground, hand tightly holding the grip of his white Mauser C96 pistol, the one with the chain attached to the base of the grip. Just as the first man, the one who had both grinned and distracted him from walking, through the sword at him, Heine lifted his gun with quick speed. A sound of steel against metal echoed, continuing to bounce through the air as Heine quickly slid the gun across the metallic edge of the sword and pointed it towards the man's forehead.

Immediately, the three men behind him stopped in their tracks, and the one standing before him's eye's widened.

"Wha-What the hell is tha-that?"

Heine's smirk was waning, "Something I'm a loss without." A derisive reply to their earlier laughs of his loss of pigment. It was something Heine couldn't go without saying, obviously.

A moment later, Heine pulled the trigger. The instant he had, a loud gunshot echoed through the air, bouncing off every object in its way. Heine could practically smell the fear of the others watching through cracks within the wood of the trees. Blood splattered to the ground and pooled around the man's head as he fell backwards to the ground just seconds after the bullet had entered his head.

Immediately the other men ran, screaming incoherent words that would never go together out of fear of being shot by his weapon as well.

Fear seemed to always be the winning point for everything, didn't it?

[Tamaki Tsunenaga]

you will be ripped apart ,
until i tell them to stop !

Whether this place was a dump or not, Tamaki was finding it increasingly difficult to find a good place to sit down. It had only been a single day before he was suddenly in this weird place - yes, it was even weirder than Deadman Wonderland. Once it was that abnormal, it was time to start wondering. Tamaki never worried, he only wondered, and that was completely a-OK with him. If it wasn't for the fact that this place didn't contain a map - honestly, how rude is that? - Tamaki could easily find a nice little hotel... Or something. He didn't know if this place even had hotels.

That, and he could barely understand their strange slang.

Zanpakuto. Soul Reaper. Shinigami.

... The heck were those?

Obviously, he was confused but wouldn't reveal that outwardly. That would make him look weak, and he hated looking weak in front of anyone. Even in front of people who probably already viewed him as weak. He didn't walk around all day with a sword of some sort of weapon in his grasp. That would hurt his hand and wouldn't exactly be useful. He was all brain and no brawn.

How he managed to get through a few of these "districts" was beyond him. All he knew is that it took a lot of smooth talking and a quick-thinking mind. It was way more tedious than it was back in Deadman Wonderland, that was for sure. Maybe the people were way smarter than the prisoners back there? Not really that big of a surprise. Tamaki figured the prisoners were there besides just being Deadmen. They were stupid and had no way of preventing their capture. That's what made toying with them all the more fun.

But the people here... There would be no reason for them to become inmates. Some people here were poor and others were brutal - within good reason, he had to admit. And then there was the fact that none of them were exactly of Deadman species. So, to be fair, they'd have no reason to go to Deadman Wonderland... Even if Tamaki was in the mood to experiment on boring old "humans".

Letting out a sigh, he hung his head and wiped at his forehead. Why was it so ungodly hot when it was obviously cloudy? It was day, and yet he could barely see the sun. Before he could let his glasses fall from his face, he quickly lifted up a pair of fingers and scooted them back up his nose. Then he realized why he was probably so hot.

It was this suit.

"...So unfair."

To emphasize his distaste even more, Tamaki clenched his hands into fists and kicked the ground. Just like a little kid, and he was always ready to abuse this strangely obvious characteristic of himself.

"All right."

This made Tamaki lift his head slowly with eyes still heavily squinted as always. Up ahead, he could see a group surrounding someone. And this someone looked rather strange. He could already tell he wasn't from this place. Maybe he wasn't so alone after all. Letting his hand lift to create a visor over his eyes, Tamaki frowned and bit lightly down on his tongue.

Before anything else could be done on his side, his eyes split open for just a second.

He heard the echo of steel against metal - saw the white fellow slide whatever he had (he was guessing it was a gun) against the sword and saw the gun now being pointed it towards his forehead.

... Was this gore?

Despite that fact that it wasn't as bad as the gore back at home, Tamaki let a smile slide its way up his lips.

"Wha-What the hell is tha-that?"

Such fools.

"Something I'm a loss without."

... What on earth was he talking about? Probably a comment that Tamaki, unfortunately, missed. That made him just a tad bit disappointed. He missed something that could have spawned so much more than just petty violence if he were here sooner. About to turn around, Tamaki frowned with even more disappointment apparent on his face -

Then he heard it.

With eyes wide, his body straightened up and adjusted to the scene. His lips parted in a small circle of shock. That was a gunshot. There was blood every where. But no head. His eyes hastily scrolled up to see where the head was, and it was still on the neck with a bullet hole in the forehead.

... How deliciously funny.

At first, he was going to try hide his amusement due to the fact that his guy probably wasn't in the best of moods; it was when the other men ran away screaming like little pansies that set him off. Holding hands to and over his mouth, Tamaki began laughing like a small child. He was giggling. It was beautiful and yet oddly hilarious to him.

Violence could be anything but horrible.

- you're all going to die anyway!

[Heine Rammsteiner]

For a moment, Heine allowed himself a double-take. It was odd, the way things were here. As if people were not afraid of you, not until you proved yourself worthy of their skill or better yet - proved that you could kill them. Heine supposed he had an unfair upper advantage, although there was nothing he could do about that. Defending himself in a place of the unknown was something he not only wanted to do but had to do.

And hot as it was outside, Heine had completely forgotten about it during the time the men had approached him with idiotic remarks and ran screaming minutes later. Finally however, Heine placed the gun back in its place within his pocket and ran it through his snow white bangs and on through his hair.

It was not long before he heard sudden laughter, and not longer after that did that laughter form itself into insistent, childish giggles. Spite how feminine they sounded, Heine could tell it was a man.

He looked up from the body, now paler than usual from blood loss, to see an odd looking man. One he knew instantly was not from here either- suddenly he felt not so alone in the world.

Actually, he always felt kind of alone, didn't he?

He sighed. The man standing before him seemed quite feminine the way he giggled, eyes closed happily due to the way he laughed. What the man found funny about all of this however, he had no idea. Heine only found things like this funny when the "demon" within him was seeping its way through his veins or he was fighting someone like Giovanni.

Taking a moment, he looked back up at the clouded sky. The clouds were still blanketing the sun, spite just how hot it was in this place. Sighing, he glanced back to the giggling man.

"...Eh, what are you laughing about?"

He was sure standing there and waiting was not an option, as things would only turn out awkward in a way Heine would rather them not. Talking would hopefully cause the other to speak, though he was beginning to wonder if he should really just turn and walk away - ignoring the man that was standing away from him, as if the random guy with the sword had been hilarious when he was shot.

However, that would not turn out healthy for his conscious.

Unsure of what to do with himself, Heine glanced over his shoulder as if to pass the time, one hand scratching at his head awkwardly. He had to admit it was an odd situation to be in so suddenly.

Here he'd been thinking this whole time he was the only one in this place that was abnormally... out of place. Now there was someone Heine found more odd here then the people that belonged. He figured staying, now, was a better idea then turning and leaving without a word because this man may actually know something of this place that he didn't. Maybe he even knew why they were here, or even where they were at the very least.

So far the only word Heine knew in vocabulary at this place was "Zanpakuto".

... And that definitely was not a lot.

Finally, Heine looked back to him, sighing once more as he heard a soft ruffle in the trees above them and around them due to a breeze. The breeze was slightly chilly, something that seemed to warn him of coming rain, and he was not surprised at this due to how cloudy it was. The puffy exterior of the sky was a darker gray than it had been just before those men had approached him.

He wet his lips yet again, beginning to wonder just how long the feminine giggles of insanity would last before the man finally replied without tears coming to his eyes due to laughter.

Heine had no doubt he was correct about the tears, just because he could see how hard this man was laughing-no-giggling.

[Tamaki Tsunenaga]

He barely had any time to calm himself down and open his eyes to see the man put his gun back in its rightful place. All he did was giggle before he could feel someone's eyes upon him. And who else's eyes could they be unless they were the white fellow's? Already he could tell this was going to be more than just plain old fun. It was going to be grand new fun. Trying to calm down, Tamaki lowered now trembling hands away from his lips and turned his head to look at the body.

It was pale from blood loss. It was a very common sight in Deadman Wonderland, so he was used to one measly dead body. Compared to home, this body was just another statistic. ... Over a thousand is a tragedy. If that happened, Tamaki would probably be out of business, and that would surely be nothing he could handle.

When things seemed to be calm again, he saw the man look up to the sky then look back to him in a glance-like motion.

"...Eh, what are you laughing about?"

And then he grinned. Tamaki lifted a still somewhat trembling hand up to his glasses and pushed them up his nose. That grin remained. It was a sadistic grin that wasn't meant for a child's face. It was meant for a grown man that had no concern of human life; it was only for a man that was a greedy bastard and nothing else.

Instead of just standing there and grinning, he put his arms behind his back and let his lips close. Now he was smiling that same sweet child's smile while looking like a smart and pleasant business man. It was so easy. When he saw the strange turn his head over his shoulder, as if to pass time or something, and keep it there. Tamaki took this as the time to speak before letting that grin get a hold of him again. He had to be pleasant and almost harmless around this man. It would be easier to make "friends" and gain their "trust". It would make things all the more easier to take that trust and crush it before their eyes like bones grinding against the dirt. He would make it slow and painful, and he would watch their face while he laughed at their pitiless misery.

"Aaah..." Finally, he spoke.

This man sure was awkward, wasn't he? He just now looked back at him, sighing for probably the hundredth time. Tamaki felt his eyebrow perk up in response to hearing that same ruffle the man across from him heard. It wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't exactly warm either. It's been a while since he has properly experienced weather due to always spending it "locked up" in his paradise of Deadman Wonderland. Soon he looked up to the sky for himself and saw what was coming. Dark gray clouds. He was sure that meant rain. Frowning slightly in disappointment, he muttered, "Looks like rain... Darn."

Realizing that this man was still waiting for a response, his lips formed into another small "o" of surprise, and his head turned to look back to him. Awkwardly grinning as an attempt to seem friendly, Tamaki lifted one hand from behind his back and held it out to Heine. Now there was a big grin on his face.

"Ah! Sorry if I freaked ya out or anything!"

Now there was the issue of explaining your sadistic sense of humor to a strange. Well, it shouldn't be too hard due to the fact that this guy seemed rather "okay" with the fact that he almost blew someone's head off. ... Ah well, it was worth a try anyway.

Keeping that big grin on his face and his hand out for him to grab and shake, Tamaki continued on:

"You may call it weird, but I find things like that funny..."

His eyes split open for a quick second to study the other's appearance more closely. White skin and white hair. Thin frame. He looked rather futuristic compared to the idiots around here. His eyes were more of a red. This seemed rather familiar - no, similar to the Wretched Egg. Wasn't she (he would mean it later) the owner of the same kind of skin problem? What was it called...? Albinism...? That was it, yeah. He was always right and never was wrong. That's how he liked it.

"...But I hope that won't detract from us knowing each other, hmm~?"

Without even knowing it, his other hand sprang out from behind him to wipe at his eyes. Tears, maybe? He never noticed them before.

- you're all going to die anyway!

[Heine Rammsteiner]

For a long moment still after he'd spoke, it seemed as though the man would never stop laughing- stop giggling. They were different in many ways, alike in one and spite the fact it seemed as though this "business-man" type would giggle at it all the time- Heine knew the one inside him was "giggling" at the violence he went through everyday as well.

A minute or so after he'd asked however, he noted a grin spreading itself over the others man's lips. Trembling hands lowered, and soon enough one lifted to press glasses back up his nose. Heine could tell this grin was unlike the giggle the man had had just moments before. This grin was something that belonged to a sadistic, ridiculing, harsh type of man. In an odd sort of way, it reminded him cruelly of Giovanni.

Soon however, arms moved themselves easily behind the other man's back, and a smile, sweet as a young child's replaced itself over that ridiculously insane grin. Now that Heine had saw the grin before the smile, he knew better then to even trust what was there now.

"Aaah..."

Finally he spoke, however Heine was wondering if he even wanted to hear this man speak. He began to ponder if he should have just turned and left, spite the fact this man may know more of this place then he did at the time.

"Looks like rain... Darn."

An eyebrow perked itself atop Heine's forehead, solid white just as the hair was atop of his head. What the hell this guy was talking about or doing was beyond him. It seemed more like he should be given an introduction, not be looked away from. Maybe he was distracted easily. Either way, he was still pondering the same thing.

The man was frowning now.

Then finally, it seemed as though the one standing in front of him finally realized that he was still standing here. Still waiting. Still wondering. And his expression was one he couldn't remember the last time he'd saw on anyone but perhaps the Bishop, and that was him being completely stupid or either really hyper. It was all the same to Heine.

"Ah! Sorry if I freaked ya out or anything!"

...No, not at all.

A big grin was back on his face. Kind of creepy, but Heine decided to ignore it and glance down at the hand that now shot itself out to him- offering itself to him. And he just didn't seem like the type to shake hands.

Heine glanced back up at him.

"You may call it weird, but I find things like that funny..."

No, it's not weird. Not in general anyway. But it was "just a bit" odd to see on a man that looked as formal as this man, and yet just as sadistic and childish all in the same.

...Suddenly Heine wondered what this guy's name was,
and why it was he seemed so weird,
and why he was suddenly staring him down as if to take a good look at him.

"...But I hope that won't detract from us knowing each other, hmm~?"

Easily distracted much?

Finally, Heine lifted a hand as if to shake the other man's, but instead it placed itself atop of his own head, ruffling up the white strands. He supposed he did have to speak to, even if he really didn't feel like it.

"...Uh... no."

Suddenly this situation felt extremely awkward to Heine.

"Heine. Heine Rammsteiner."

He supposed if there was nothing else to say, that at least could be said.

[Tamaki Tsunenaga]

All he doing was staring.

... Was he going to do anything else besides stare? Tamaki could feel the corners of his mouth lower ever so slightly. This man was already a disappointment. Now he knew what he should do. Talk a little then make up some dumb excuse that he had to get going. Not because this man was so gosh darned boring. It wasn't like that at all, nope.

The thought kept his lips up in a slight smile, but his frown was noticeable within the smile. He was, indeed, disappointed by the lack of the a reaction within this man. He felt his fingers twitch faintly and hoped this stranger actually noticed them. If not, he wasn't going to be the happiest man ever.

And then - an eyebrow lifted itself on the white face. He barely noticed it, to be honest, because it was so white. White over white wasn't exactly the best combination, and everyone knew that... Besides this guy, maybe.

There was no time to aimlessly ponder about this man's skin. Though, if it were possible for him to get back to Deadman Wonderland with this being, he could, maybe - just maybe, experiment on this guy... Among other things. That was something Tamaki would truly enjoy. He would enjoy hearing those pained screams and definitely would enjoy seeing the variety of pained faces. All from the shocking "treatment".

"... Are you going to do anything but stand there, stranger?" Tamaki asked with that same big grin on his face now.

Realizing now that this guy probably wouldn't say much, that big grin slowly sank into a small frown. A soft puffy sigh left his lips. This guy... Why was he so gosh darned BORING? He wanted something to happen - something that would throw him into a giggling fit - or even something that would threaten to kill him. That'd send more chilling thrills up his spine than this bore.

At least, now, he was looking at him. Quickly, he forced the frown back into that big grin.

He saw a hand - to lift? Please let it be so. Tamaki felt himself grinning. ... And then he felt the uncontrollable need to grab this man and strangle him until he foamed at the mouth arrive. All he was doing was scratching his head. Another puffy sigh. Well, you can't have everything, I guess. His eyes split open.

"...Uh... no."

Oh, he finally spoke. It wasn't very satisfying, to say in the least. He had to agree, though, it was much better than standing here and waiting for the rain to come. Still, he was a tad bit disappointed. ... Though, it would've been nice for him to be polite. His eyes remained open for a moment to look over the albino (that was his guess anyway) once more. White skin - white hair (and eyebrows) - and red eyes. What next, was this guy part animal or something?

"Heine. Heine Rammsteiner."

Quickly, his eyes found their closing and remained squinted. Was that his name? Sounded kind of fancy. Maybe Tamaki was a bit jealous? Though, it didn't sound like a Japanese name, either. It was German, and yet here they were, speaking in English to one another. He had no idea how this man learned English, but he had to learn it communicate with other leaders of popular enterprises. Now, he had to admit, that was actually pretty useful.

"... Nice name. I'm Tamaki Tsunenaga!"

With no such annoyance clearly showing, he lowered his hand and put it to the back of him. He looked so formal when he did this, and he loved it like that.

"Though you can just call me Tamaki or Promoter Tamaki - whichever is better for you!"

He already knew what would be better for Heine. Tamaki. No one outside of Deadman Wonderland ever called him Promoter Tamaki and never exactly asked the reason why he was a promoter. It was a prosperous job, yet no one asked about it so he could brag. Maybe they knew what a promoter was - though he didn't know how in the heck that would be possible - or maybe they knew he'd brag if that was the reason.

... Either way, Tamaki thought of that very rude and very impolite.

It was half his job to promote blood and violence, and it was half his job to enjoy promoting it. Neither of these were a problem for Tamaki Tsunenaga. They never would be either.

Finding himself needing better things to do besides looking at this eyesore of a man, his head jerked up to look up at the sky. Still looked like rain. "Darn. It might rain soon," he paused to look back at Heine and tilt his head a bit to the side then ask, "Instead of standing here, maybe it would be better to find "shelter", hm?" The rain wouldn't concern him as much if he had bothered to bring an umbrella, but who needed them when they were stuck in a carnival/jail for most of their life? That was his reason for not having one, what about Heine's?

- you're all going to die anyway!

[Heine Rammsteiner]

Heine knew it probably seemed as though he was staring, though it wasn't much of anything he could help - nor was there anything he could do to help that. It was awkward, yes, but what else was he supposed to do?

Killing him was an option, always was. But he never killed unless provoked.
Speaking to him was an option, always was too. Not something he approved of however.
Actions? Maybe, just maybe he could get by with that.

"... Are you going to do anything but stand there, stranger?"

No. He couldn't.

By the way this man had giggled, and by the way he grinned and smiled and looked somewhat professional, Heine had no doubt's in his mind that he probably thought he was completely boring. A lot of people did. And a lot of people underestimated him as well.

Simply put, a lot of people just didn't ever get the chance to learn about Heine.
Never really received the "pleasure" of that.


Heine attempted a glance at the man's eyes, which only failed. It was the glasses, in his way. At this point, Heine's glasses were put away into a safe pocket because he'd gotten sick of wearing them and seeing an orange tint over everything in a place he'd never seen before.

"... Nice name. I'm Tamaki Tsunenaga!"

Why did that strike Heine as more of a Japanese name than a German name, like the rest of the people that lived here? He knew though that didn't mean he had a thing to do with this place. The rest of the people here wore different styles of clothes, and also had more of a sense of hairstyle. This man standing before him seemed very different.

It almost seemed like Tamaki was annoyed with him for a moment, just before he'd placed an arm behind his back.

"Though you can just call me Tamaki or Promoter Tamaki - whichever is better for you!"

He'd just call him Tamaki. And he could just call him Heine, if that wasn't obvious enough. Although he couldn't help but be curious over the "promoter" part. He'd heard of all types of titles to go before other people's names back where he was from, and he'd heard promoter. But the curiosity came from wondering why he was a promoter and what of.

Too bad he didn't feel like asking.


Just as Tamaki did, Heine also glanced up to the sky. It seemed darker now. And the moment he'd looked, the thunder rumbled. Shook the ground almost it was so loud - so threatening. Lightning then flashed and sighing, Heine looked back to Tamaki.

"Darn. It might rain soon,"

There was a tilt of the head once the man looked back to him as well.

"Instead of standing here, maybe it would be better to find "shelter", hm?"

And Heine nodded.

"Yeah."

Simple enough answer, not anything he couldn't say or at least, minded saying anyway. It definitely didn't make small-talk, but he didn't seem to care either. Maybe it was just that this man talked too much. Something Badou did. And something he had to shut Badou up because of.

He turned his back on Tamaki and began walking for the nearest building, shoving completely white hands into tight leather pockets.

If anyone were to take a good look at him, like he was sure he knew this man had a few times, they would notice just how thin he was. No one ever really saw him eating. And he simply said he'd eat when he was hungry. Which was rare.

Although he did like coffee.

[Tamaki Tsunenaga]

Tamaki knew he was a weird man. He was told this on a daily basis, really. It's gotten to the point where he truly didn't even care now. In fact, he considered it a compliment. Everyone one else was basically boring - besides a select few, of course. Those were his precious ninben. Genkaku wasn't exactly a person, so Tamaki didn't wish to count him. Of course, Genkaku was fun to watch. Anything and anyone that could cause gore was okay in his books.

As he waited, he began to realize that this man - Heine - wasn't exactly likely to tolerate him. Well, that was A-OK with him. He didn't need thousands of admirers to make a living. They barely mattered, anyway. He was powerful in more ways than one and knew this. Heine, unfortunately, did not know this. And he would love abusing the fact of this.

Still, that did not change his opinion. He still thought Heine was tons of the word 'boring'. That couldn't be helped, he guessed. Not everyone could be as interesting as one's self, and he knew that. The fact of that rule existing was utterly disappointing, though.

Maybe, he thought almost too quickly for himself to keep up, I could probably weasel some information outta him later. Yeah, that would work just fine.

All of Tamaki's plans always worked.
They never failed, or else the Promoter would be disappointed.
Not only that, but heads would fly as means to comfort him.

His eyes didn't split over when he saw that Heine looking at his eyes for a short moment. He was just like everyone else. The first thing they want to do is look at your eyes to judge your character. Thankfully, he usually kept his eyes squinted to prevent this from happening. So many people could be so nosy, and so many people could be so judgmental. Something told him that Heine was just too prepared for him... Perhaps he knew someone that was like him in ways? That seemed to be the only explanation.

As if to tease Heine, Tamaki lifted his hand up to his glasses and took them off.

"Ah, sorry. My eyes are hurting."

It was a lie.

His eyes opened just by a slit as he looked down to his glasses. Using his always tucked in tie (obviously, not any more) to clean the lenses, Tamaki stuck out his tongue thoughtfully. He knew a lot of ways to tease and play around with people without laying a single finger upon them. It was fun, and he wouldn't be afraid to admit. Grinning like a satisfied child once more, Tamaki squinted his eyes back shut and slid them back up his nose.

"Much better."

When he lifted his head back to look at Heine, he figured that he wouldn't ask him about the Promoter bit in his name. Perhaps that was for the better, now that he thought about it. If he knew that he just met a man that actually had a sick attraction to violence, he wouldn't be one of Tamaki's "friends" any more, and that would just be so sad.

Now Heine had lifted his head to look up at the sky. Darker, yes? he wanted to ask but didn't at risk of seeming like a smart ass. Temptation was strong, but he was stronger. A bit of his face lit up due to the lightning skimming over the sky, and he didn't show a pinch of concern. Only a smile and heavily squinted eyes.

"Yeah."

At least it was more than just a nod.

Tamaki saw that Heine wasn't one to wait, which was just fine. It would be almost too convenient for him. Licking his lips, he wrapped his hands around one another behind him and began walking behind Heine. He made sure to keep his distance, so it wouldn't seem that he was breathing down his neck.

... That'd just be way too creepy. Especially since, now that he noticed, that Heine was way too thin for his own good. He looked pretty lanky. "...Hm."

Turning his head about, he wondered if this place even had anywhere to stay. He was sure, that since this was a "district" of homeless, a shelter should be of most concerned. Currently, sadly, he saw that nothing was seen. The builders were sure a bunch of jerks.

And he didn't mind that one bit.

- you're all going to die anyway!

[Heine Rammsteiner]

As he was walking, Heine was also pondering. Who was this man really? He could be anyone, could possibly do anything. Even things he least expected. For all he knew, he could have some inane ability or it could be over the top. This man could be from anywhere, could know everything or nothing.

He could even have something to do with whatever the hell was going on here.

And yet he still agreed to find shelter with him as if there were nothing better to do but run. But why the hell would he run? Heine was definitely not afraid, if anything he was simply curious.

It's just when you appear suddenly in a world, in some sort of dimension, and you have no idea what it is - you can't help but wander where all these other people came from. Or if they're even people.

Sighing, he walked underneath a wooden canopy, surprised it was held up in this weather. The wind was striking and the thunder was moving. The people here were obviously more apt to protecting themselves then he knew. But what did he know, really? All these people could have planned this - all things considered. Or they may have no idea.

Impatient with himself, Heine placed a hand to his forehead and ran fingers through thin white strands of hair and sighed, a light groan in the air he breathed.


Heine obviously did not ignore the earlier tease either.

"Ah, sorry. My eyes are hurting."

Without even commenting, Heine had turned to walk away. As if he were teasing him simply because he knew he was just attempting a glance at his eyes.


Heine then looked up from his sighing, impatient self and looked to Tamaki once more. Was this even really a canopy or was it just simply something that was sitting up on a numerous amount of other objects, just tall enough to hide them from the rain?

It most likely was the last bit. But he didn't care.

Heine really didn't mind the rain either. So in either case, he just didn't seem to care.
Because it just didn't seem to matter.

He glanced forward again, now watching as rain suddenly poured down from the sky in a group of large droplets too fast for the eye to really catch. It really was an amazing thing. And it was obviously something that still happened here as well just as it did where he lived. However, it never did rain much back where he was from.

Mostly it was just regular weather, but Heine still wore long sleeves all of the time.
No one ever asked him why he did anyway.

Red irises glanced at Tamaki once more, noticing how he had that perky look. He knew he definitely was from no where near him. And obviously he wasn't from this place. So where he was from, Heine wasn't sure. What he was, or what he did he also didn't know.

Heine did, however, have the feeling that he was going to try and question him.
And he was prepared to not answer him if it was needed.