“Wow, you really got him!” A young, pink-haired police officer exclaimed, interrupting Kyousuke’s violent fantasies, as she peeked in through the open doorway. She sauntered in, with her fingers interlaced behind her back, as she examined Ice. 

He turned his head to look at her. His white eyelashes fluttered over his light pink cheeks as he blinked.

“You’re so beautiful, Mr. Ice,” the girl exclaimed, talking to him as if he were human.

“Thank you,” he replied, softly.

“So you can talk!” She was excited to discover this. “Are you really a sex doll, like they say?”

He looked at her for a moment and then looked down, as though thinking carefully about his words. “I’m Crimson’s lover,” he replied, in a calm, gentle tone. “I provide companionship for him.”

“So, if you’re made for sex, do you…” she circled around him and looked curiously at him, “feel things?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Perhaps not the same way as humans do, but my sensors detect when I’m being touched and in what way and react accordingly.”

“So if I do… this?” Her thin little fingers brushed against his back.

“That tickles,” he said with a laugh and a shudder, as though really feeling it. His cheeks turned a shade pinker from the sensation.

“Wow, that’s really cool!”

“Rose, don’t you have something important to do?” Arashi asked, as she glared at the 19 year old. “This isn’t the place for rookies.”

Rose pouted. “Come on, don’t you want to know what things are like from a robot’s perspective?”

“We have more important things to do,” Kyousuke said, with a sharp glare.

“You guys are no fun!” She crossed her arms and made her way out of the room, wishing she had more time to befriend the pretty animatronic man.

Once she was out of the room, Kyousuke stood up and approached Ice, who was sitting on the table with his knees up. Kyousuke leaned over, his hands on both sides of Ice’s feet. He looked into those icy blue eyes and felt his body burn with a passionate rage. He let the feeling sink in, knowing Arashi would separate them soon. He wanted to let the rage build up more and more, so that once he finally had the chance, killing him would be the most pleasurable experience of his life.

Ice blushed and looked away from Kyousuke’s gaze. “Must you stare at me like that?” He asked. “It’s embarrassing.” He pressed his knees together like a shy school girl.

“Maybe the kid has a point,” Kyousuke said in a stern tone, not averting his eyes from Ice for a second. “Maybe you can give me some insight. How did it feel…” Ice still wasn’t making eye contact, so Kyousuke grabbed his shoulders aggressively and pulled him closer, just a few inches from his face. 

Ice was looking in Kyousuke’s red eyes again, his own blue, pupilless eyes open wide. 

“How did it feel when you killed her, huh?!” Kyousuke yelled, trying to provoke him. “I bet you liked it, huh?? I bet your a fucking pervert like your master!”

“Kyousuke,” Arashi said in a warning tone.

“Shut up!” He yelled at his boss. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. “I know. I won’t kill him. I just want some answers.”