It was in the weeks after Yuuto’s death, those long, empty weeks, that Satsuki found herself watching the Dark Kamui more and more.
She didn’t really notice at first. Certainly, she wasn’t doing it enough to make the Beast jealous, as it had been of Yuuto. It was simply that she had spent so much time watching Yuuto, thinking about Yuuto, that his death left a void she had not anticipated in the slightest.
So she watched Fuuma. At least he proved to be of some interest, what with the slaughtering and the collapsing of buildings and the mind games he played with Kamui. Not to even mention the blinding prettiness when he was in the same room as Kakyou.
She watched, and she waited. She didn’t really know what she was waiting for, but since her current life contained nothing of interest, she had to be waiting for something. Logic dictated it.
Then one extremely boring day, Fuuma kissed her.
Satsuki had never been kissed before, and she enjoyed it. She knew it was just another mind game, just another way of keeping his Angels under his control, just another way of playing with someone. The Dark Kamui took such great delight in playing with people.
Still, a kiss was a kiss, and for what it was, it was worth it. For what it was, it warmed her for a few seconds, filled the emptiness for an infinitesimal amount of time.
The Beast held Satsuki in a nearly crushing embrace.