Part 1 of 2 parts, originally it was just going to be one since the darker parts of the story were meant to be a bit of a joke, but some people like dark stuff so I figured why not space it out since the second half isn't done yet anyway. I'm just so happy that Isogai and Kataoka have actually canon evidence now since chapter 159, my OPT! But unfortunately I'm a terrible procrastinator and just got a new job making it harder to write. I hope you enjoy this I had fun writing a slightly darker sort of AU story. Part 2 should be up within a week or a month who knows with me.

All throughout the major cities of Europe the flames of chaos burned the people's souls while terror gripped their hearts. For the past year the country had fallen prey to a serial killer, someone was targeting young women, murdering them with a single stab to the heart and then leaving their bodies in the middle of the most crowded areas in a city for the world to see. There didn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to the killings, no pattern between the victims other than they were women, their age range, and how they were killed. The killer preyed upon tourists and locals alike, the rich and poor, all nationalities, hair color, eye color, body size or type, ill or healthy, none of it seemed to matter to the killer. Even worse, was that after a year of random killings no one had even caught a glimpse of the killer or killers, the authorities didn't even know if the killer was a he, she, or they, much less what the killer looked like. The monster that lurked in the shadows, Cupid, they called it do to the manner of killings, was becoming even more famous than what Jack the Ripper's legend evolved into.

It turns out that Cupid was in fact a handsome man, beautiful even, the type of beautiful that defied gender or sexuality, but simply pure aesthetic pleasure to all the senses. His was the type of beauty that men and women would lay their hearts at his feet for a glance at his smile and shatter them once he walked away. Tonight he was in Venice, it had been months since he had last laid a lovely lady to rest in the watery city and the urge caught him like always. He was feeling bored, normally just the act of the hunt was enough to set fire in his blood, but lately, the sport didn't do much for him. There were three kinds of women out after nightfall, ones who had their heads in the sand and have yet to hear of him yet, those who were obviously traps set up by the police to catch him, and the many who came out in droves to see if the rumors were real. The former and the latter were far too easy to even give him a bit of lightning in his bones, the middle group was farm more fun to play with but more of a hassle, yet even they didn't provide the challenge he was searching for.

Then he saw her while he was talking to a member of the third category in an outdoors bar. The fan girl had a cute and had a lovely bosom large enough so he would feel some resistance as he slid his knife in, without being too large to obstruct his blade. Lovely as she was, she would have been a snack, a called shot, he never had a chance to lay a goddess to rest. Politely he excused himself from the conversation and walked over to the angelic being sitting alone at a table. She had most beautiful thing he had ever seen, including himself, and he itched to pierce her heart right then and there. But he stopped himself, such a creature needed to be romanced before taking the plunge, after all only weak and selfish men who only cared for their own gratification skipped foreplay. And while he was many things, most of them wicked and terrible, no one alive could call Isogai Yuuma selfish and weak. "Hello there," he said super casually while giving her a short bow and his winning smile, "may I buy you a drink?" He asked in perfect Italian.

The beautiful woman wasn't even looking at him when he first arrived, she was too busy people watching with her own steely gaze. She rolled her eyes as if wondering what lowly peasant dared look up the queen, but once she saw him her eyes widened in wonder. "N-no," she stuttered and once she saw his face fall she quickly recovered, "I mean, I already have a drink, enough for the evening," she said nodding to her glass and the wine bottle next to it.

"Oh I see," Isogai said disappointed, he was unused to being rejected, most women jumped at the chance to talk to him when they thought he talked.

"I-it's my favorite vintage you see, sweet and refreshing, you don't find it quite so often these days," the woman began babbling a bit before recovering, "but it does taste better when shared with pleasurable company if you would like to share a glass with me," she let the implication linger without saying.

"It would be my honor," Isogai said with another bow and took the seat offered smoothly. They observed each other for a moment, the man was wearing a button down shirt and dress pants while the woman was dressed in a seafoam dress that split at the middle of her thigh. "May I be selfish and ask you to honor me again with your name, you fit well as some nameless beauty of mystery, but ," he said with a smile.

"I have the pleasure of being Kataoka, Kataoka Megu," she said extending a hand to the handsome man before her. "I enjoy a good mystery myself, but sometimes I like to spoil the ending for myself when the, 'story,' is just too enticing," she said flashing the man a smoky look with her eyes.

"Oh so you're Japanese," Isogai said raising an eyebrow, she did look it, but he didn't want to make the assumption, being racist was completely unacceptable even if it was his own race.

"And yourself," Kataoka asked with a gentler smile.

"I am Isogai Yuuma, and I happen to be Japanese as well," he said taking her hand. When he did though, there was something that seemed to spark between them, as if they had a connection between them that they didn't know until they touched.

"What an exciting coincidence, a pleasure to meet you Isogai."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said.

The two of them settled into the conversation and the rest of the world began to fall apart leaving only the two of them. Eventually though the night wore on though and it began to get late, "I'm really sorry, I must be going," Kataoka said excusing herself abruptly.

This shocked Isogai since he normally didn't need a reason to make a woman stay around him, "Are you alright," he asked… worried might be the right word, but the sociopath didn't know since he never worried about anything, much less for anyone.

"Yes of course," she said brushing her hand against Isogai's face, "but in case you haven't notice we've been talking for hours, and I think the owner wants to close up," she said pointing to the man behind the bar who looked as if he wanted to the two of them out but didn't want to be rude to such a cute couple. "I have to get home actually so perhaps it would be best to call it a night."

"Would you perhaps be willing to allow me to walk you home," Isogai asked hoping that she would say yes. There was just something about the woman that he craved to be around her, all of his other playthings never made him feel this way. In his own mind, the handsome man never considered anything about what he did perverse or misogynistic, he killed women because he liked killing and he liked how women died better than men, but it wasn't erotic or sexual for him. Isogai had no delusions about what he was, he knew what he did was wrong and that there was something wrong with him, but he just couldn't bring himself to stop the fun and turn himself in. He never pretended that knowing that made him better than those who didn't or pretended otherwise, in fact in knowing he felt it made him worse, but he held on to that belief because to Isogai it's what made him a monster just another maniac.

Yet, there was something about this woman that awakened a flame inside of him he thought he had long since snuffed out. He was falling for Kataoka, a stranger, and it bothered him. He knew he had to kill her that night; otherwise she would taint his heart forever and haunt him, turning his sickness into something dirty. If he let her walk away alive, to live tomorrow and the next day and so on, Isogai knew he wouldn't be a monster anymore; he would just be a delusional maniac. "There is a madman out tonight, I don't think I could sleep knowing something might happen to you," he added hoping the desperation in his voice didn't bleed out to her ears.

For a moment Kataoka seemed to think over his request, "the last of 'Cupid's,' victims was found two days ago in London, I hardly doubt he's in Venice already," Isogai struggled to not say, 'you'd be surprised under his breathe.' "And even if he was, you can trust me when I say I can take care of myself," Kataoka said making a muscle with her to show off. Her arms were quite impressive, Isogai rarely cared about how the female form looked since every woman was lovely, but Kataoka's arms… they were almost as large as his own and made his heart beat faster. "Still, even though I can protect myself, I suppose I could use the company if a certain handsome gentleman would be willing to walk me home," the words were rather innocent, but her tone, her tone made him want to follow her to the ends of the earth, and not just for his normal reasons.

The handsome monster shook his head to clear his thoughts before tossing a few bills on the table without counting them and walked over to his prey. "Shall we," he said offering his arm and she took it with a giggle. Kataoka had to lead of course, but other than that the two couldn't be happier.

She dragged him through the city until they came to a secluded part of the city, "this is where you live," Isogai tease. They were on the street overlooking a canal, there were a few hotels around, but no people about given how late it was.

"Closer than you'd think," she said mysteriously with a chuckle. Before he could ask her what she meant she surged forward and kissed him. It had been a years since Isogai had kissed a girl, even longer since a girl had kissed him, back then it had been a boring experience that had left him confused as a youth, especially when boys proved no better. But when Kataoka kissed him it was like, it was like the way the masters of old described in their epics, fire, ice, sounds and sights, sparks and butterflies, it was all their, as if streaming from her lips to his blood.

It felt wonderful, too wonderful for the first time since he started kill, he was hesitating, how could this girl affect him in such a way so quickly. He needed to end this, end her so she didn't end what he was, he thought as he fumbled for his knife. Before he could draw his blade though he felt the railing of the canal against his back and in surprise he broke the kiss. "I'm sorry about this Isogai," Kataoka said giving him a small sad smile. Before Isogai could ask what she meant she tipped them into the water, she kept the smile even though his eyes were wide with shock, and not from the water. They sank to the bottom quickly despite his struggles, "I wasn't lying when I said sorry Isogai," Kataoka said despite the water her voice was still clear and angelic like it was on land. It seemed that she had no problem speaking and breathing underwater while Isogai didn't have such luxuries.

"You really were one of my favorites Isogai, probably my favorite, I might even cry after you're gone," Kataoka said with sadness bleeding into her golden eyes. "Girls gotta eat though, so even though I understand why you would, I hope you don't hold it against me."

And in perhaps the sickest way, Isogai understood why Kataoka was doing this and couldn't be angry with her in the slightest. He was after all a sociopathic killer who killed for reasons even unknown to him, he couldn't blame Kataoka for doing it to feed herself. Still, he struggled, even if he did think it was justified he wouldn't go down without a fight. It wasn't going well for the serial killer, despite having arms roughly the same size Kataoka's inhuman arms held far more strength than his human ones. The lack of air didn't help in breaking her grip as he sank farther down, she wasn't even choking him, she just had her arms around him like they were kissing moments ago, she was just watching him die.

Eventually he stopped panicking and tried to use his brain, and remembered his knife and with his failing strength he stabbed her in the heart, or at least where the heart would be on a human. It apparently worked on whatever she was since it was her turn to be shocked and her golden eyes went wide. But instead of lashing out like he expected she smiled again, "I knew you were special," was all she said as she closed her eyes and embraced him again.

There was a slight thunk as his back finally hit the bottom of the canal and he was so tired. He tried to pull his knife out of Kataoka's body but it was caught in her ribs. Part of him told him to leave the knife and swim away, but another part, a part of him that had been small and quiet for years told him to just accept his fate, he deserved worse. Even in the cold water Isogai found warmth in Kataoka's embrace and for the first time in years listened to that small voice and let him drift away in the dark. There were far worse ways to go than in the arms of a beautiful woman.

"And that is why I think the ikemen duo is late," Hazama said finishing her story while the rest of her former classmates looked at her with shock and disgust. "What they aren't ever late so the only reasonable assumption is that they murdered each other in Venice."

"I don't think my best friend is a serial killer," Maehara said chiming in now that the story was over. "And while I'm not positive, I'm pretty sure Kataoka isn't a mermaid, especially one who lures men to their deaths to eat them."

"You don't think and you're pretty sure," Hazama countered, "but you don't know. The only things we do know, is that Isogai and Kataoka aren't here yet and that they have been to Europe within the past year."

"For their honey moon," Maehara said exasperated, he knew better than to argue with Hazama, but her story just creeped him out too much. "And they got back months ago, you've seen them since, Okano and I just had dinner with them last week," he said gesturing to his girlfriend of 7 years.

"Then why aren't they here," Hazama demanded.

"There could be lots of reasons," Maehara protested, "they could have been caught in traffic, they might have lost track of time, hell they might have parked their car to make out a bit before coming, I know I would have if my girlfriend let me." Okano having matured over the ten years since middle school didn't jump up to kick her boyfriend in the face, instead she affectionately kicked him in the shin and called him a dumbass while blushing.

"Come on, the ikemen pair late to our 10th middle school reunion," Hazama said strongly. "One or both of them are dead, that's the only explanation.

"Hey everybody, sorry we're late," Isogai said walking in with his arm around his wife lovingly.

"Well I liked my story better," Hazama said pouting because her story was now fiction instead of Schrödinger's non-fiction.