(A/N) I own nothing. Now stop with the lawsuit.

Okay... Um... I promised a longer chapter... I lied. Sorry! Busy me! I'm trying, I swear!

Also, I need a beta. And reviews. I don't beg, but I appreciate people. Also, I love how you guys keep complimenting me. I really do. But please, I'm begging you, really! I want people to be mean to me. People who love me, keep reviewing. People who hate me, contact Encyclopedia Dramatica, and flame me. Go on. I'm letting you do so.

Samiya fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow, and next to her, sat Tyki. He stroked her forehead, gently brushing strands of hair away from her face. She was his, forever and ever. He would be with her, no matter what. Rhode danced in, holding a lacy wedding dress. She smiled at her 'brother', and set it down carefully on a dresser. "She'll be fine, Tyki," the young girl said, though there was a look of worry in her eyes, "This was all her idea, remember. She's got it planned out."

Tyki frowned at Rhode, turning away. "No it won't. No she won't. She's willingly turning into a doll. No one has ever woken up from that, Rhode," he said coldly. Rhode giggled her smile wider than ever.

"That Lenalee girl woke up, Tyki," she said calmly, before dancing away. She knew the genuine worry her brother had. Rhode had never turned a Noah into a doll, and she had no idea what would happen. It was an experiment, on a subject no one wanted to experiment upon.

Tyki was silent for a long time, watching Samiya sleep. It was almost surreal to him. He gripped her hand tightly, watching her smile turn to a frown at his grip. "A doll. A prey. Dead to the world, aren't you, Samiya? You will be hunted by the hunter…" he whispered, "What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted, ever so willingly?" A sadistic smile spread across his face, and he tightened his grip. Another hand reached to stroke her pale face, and suddenly, Samiya's free hand grabbed his.

"The hunter learns to die quietly," she echoed in a hollow voice, cold and emotionless. Tyki's eyes widened as he stared at her in shock. Eyes, once a beautiful, pale sea-foam green, snapped open, revealing the shining color of gold that was a trademark of the Noah family. A smile, foreign to her face, sadistic and cold, spread across her lips. She reached her hand up to his face, stroking it, and allowed herself to rest her hand on his cheek. He held it close to him, then leaning down and kissing her. That was the key that broke her. Samiya's eyes seemed to darken, and she reverted to normal.

"T-Tyki! What?" she breathed as he pulled away from her. He chuckled, and stroked her face.

"Your Noah side is going to awaken fully soon, my dear," he said calmly, before closing her eyes with his hand.

He couldn't keep this act up much longer. He knew it. He couldn't treat Samiya like she was a little girl, like his daughter. The real Tyki wanted to torture her, to break her, to watch her suffer. He wanted to keep her alive, just to subject her to more pain. If only to see her cry, if only to make her eternally his, he would do anything. But, she was the one exception to the rule. 'I destroy what I love…' Even though he wanted to kill her, he knew that she was to stay alive. Tyki slowly allowed his hand to pass through her chest, and wrapped a hand around her heart.

She gasped, pain filling her. "Tyki…" she gasped. He grinned at her, relishing her pain. Sadism took him over. He pulled his hand out, and lifted the girl out of her bed. She shuddered in his grip again as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Tyki spun her around, watching her face.

"You are in pain, are you? Do you fear me? Do you hate me?" he hissed to her, smiling. She shuddered and looked away from him, closing her eyes.

"I don't fear you Tyki. I don't hate you," she said, her voice soft. Tyki laughed, tightening his grip.

"Liar. Tell me the truth," he said, throwing her to the floor. She gasped as she fell, a tear streaking down her cheek.

"Do you really want the truth, Tyki? I'm terrified of you. The Tyki I remember was kinder, a good person. He'd never try to hurt me. He'd actually care about my well being. I loved him. I loved that Tyki, the Tyki who actually cared. He wanted me to be safe. I can't say the same for you, even if you share his body. I hate you," she said coldly as she picked herself off the floor. She didn't offer him a backwards glance, instead choosing to walk out the door. Tyki stared after her, brought back to his senses. He moved after her, grabbing her arm as she fled down the hall.

Tyki pulled her close to him, burying his face in her long hair. "I'm sorry. You can leave me if you want, I promise. I love you; I've already told you that. But…"

Samiya struggled to pull away from him, tears streaming down her face. "Let go. Let go…" she moaned, her eyes closed. Tyki hugged her tightly, letting her cry into his shoulder.

"I'm not letting you go, not right now," he whispered, feeling her body shudder. He could hear Enrique's footsteps, and instantly moved to get into the room. Her brother would kill him if he saw Samiya crying. Tyki felt Samiya's body shiver as he swept her inside, but she was calming down now. She was finally able to pull away from him, and backed up against the wall, her eyes wide and terrified.

"You… You're going to hurt me again…" she breathed, watching his pained face. Tyki looked at her with a sad smile, and shook his head.

"No. I'm not. If you want me to, I'll disappear from your life forever. I'll never touch you again. Just say the word," he said, though, judging by his voice, he was very unhappy to have that happen. Samiya shook her head, but she didn't move towards him. She hardly breathed as she watched him, judging if he was telling the truth or not. Did he love her enough to protect her? Or was he going to go back on his word? Finally, she gave in, collapsing to her knees. Tyki took this as a wrong signal, and rushed to her side, ready to help her up at any moment.

"You… You haven't changed at all, have you?" she whispered to him, not looking at him.

"That's a lie. I've changed too much. But… You… You keep me the same. You keep me from losing my sanity," he told her, kissing her on the forehead.

Somewhere else, Allen was pacing. He had seen quite a strange scene now. Rhode had been talking… in the street, to an Akuma. The subject had been about a wedding, which concerned him. Tyki's wedding was not a comforting thought, especially when he knew who the bride was.

(A/N) Alright then… Short, I know. I tried. There will be more detail soon, when the wedding gets underway. That will be… Next chapter. (Oh, stop complaining, you knew it would happen. And you know Tyki loves her. Deal with it.) However… I don't know when it will be. I'm still busy.