You thought that being part of Arachne would be fine. I mean, Giriko did it. He turned out fine.

You met Giriko 800 years ago. He was a fellow Golem maker and was your most trusted friend. You and him always had platonic relationships, despite other in your Arachne unit joking about you two must have hooked up over the years.

You looked at your hands. The thin gloves protecting your soft, delicate fingers had helped you for over 600 years. Giriko sowed them himself. He made them when he deemed your old ones to be unfit.

'Girilko!'

You smiled at your memories with him.

'Oi...._______. A little late, isn't it?'

'Not really! Besides, the folks don't mind!'

Your adopted parents, the ones taking care of you at the time were lax. To be honest, you loved all of your parents, except for the ones who abused you, that is.

Giriko handled them.

Giriko was your brother. Basically. You two had been inseparable ever since your first life, when you saw him sculpting a Golem.

'Wow.....'

'Yeah, this baby's gonna cause some trouble one day.....'

'You got a letter from DWMA, didn't you Giriko? The town is talking about it.'

'I'm not going.'

'What?! Why?!'

'....Because. They're going to pair me up with a worthless meister. They know that I can weild myself better than any of those bastards.'

'I've been wanting to go for the longest time....'

'As a meister?'

'Yeah.....'

Giriko looked at you. You stared up at the night sky. You laughed softly, 'But I guess I'm just a bastard like the rest of them.'

'_-______! I-I didn't mean it like that.....'

You smiled at him, 'What do you wish for Giriko?'

'.....I don't know.'

'I don't either....'

'Then why ask me?'

'Do you want to.....stay together until we find what we want?'

'....What?'

'Two heads are better than one. Besides, it'll be an adventure!'

Giriko looked at you like you were insane. Then he smirked, 'Fine. But I guarantee we won't be able to find anything that I want.'

And so, that was how you made a deal with Giriko.

~

"Oranges and Lemons,

Say the bells of St. Clements."

Oh no. Not that dreaded poem again. You've heard it too many times to count, and you always knew how it ended.

Giriko always recited this poem whenever he was drunk. He said it reminded him of his younger years, when he got out of the Czech republic for a while and spent time in London.

"You owe me three farthings,

Say the bells of St. Martins."

You eyed him carefully. He was so drunken, you were almost positive that eh was going to pick a bar fight with some guy.

You set down your glass and smiled at him, "Come on, big guy."

You carried him out the door, as he stumbled while leaning on your shoulders.

"When will you pay me?

Say the bells of St. Bailey."

You looked both ways down the street, noticing the darkness of the street.

Suddenly, a hand on your ass made you blush. Giriko's impossibly long tongue pushed inside your ear and swirled around. He laughed softly and squeezed your ass.

You pushed the man off you and the blush covered your neck and reached down to your sternum. Giriko always molested you, because he could. However, you felt a sort of lust about him that bothered him.

You huffed, "Good luck taking yourself home, asshole."

You turned and began walking, your hair bouncing furiously with every step.

You turned a corner and were suddenly pulled into a side alley where you felt your body being prodded. A hand clapped over your mouth and the man holding you growled, "Hey little mama....."

He slipped his hand between your legs and said, "I can give you some cash if you come with me. Why don't you entertain me for a bit?"

Just then the voice was cut off. You squatted down low and covered your head.

You heard a vicious motor run behind you and you knew it was Giriko. You felt a tremendous amount of relief.

Then fear.

The engine was still running, you couldn't hear the man's screams anymore. You didn't dare look behind you. Giriko was brutally mutilating the man who attacked you. You could hear bones splitting and breaking into small pieces.

"You okay?" asked Giriko after some time of silence.

Still not looking at him, you nodded, "Thanks."

"Let's go home."

Giriko scooped you up in his large arms. You stared up at him as he carried you home.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, "Thank you...."

His tight grip on you relaxed a bit and he stopped walking down the streets. He blushed a bit before raising you up a bit and locking lips with you.

Your eyes widened and you felt his tongue push into your throat, feeling every part, tracing every gum.

And you kissed him back.

And you liked it.

~

"When I grow rich,

Say the bells of Shoreditch."

You laughed as Giriko tried walking ahead of you. The weekly drinking still hadn't been able to stop his stumbling. He was still a lightweight, through and through.

"When will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney."

You slapped his back and said, " 'Ey tough guy, you think you can make it home from here?"

Giriko looked at you and frowned, "Why?"

You grinned, "Because~ Ah, I just gotta head over to the store real quick."

"Really? What are you getting?"

"Milk mainly, unless you want some booze, I can buy you-"

And just liked that, a kick swiped in front of your face. You blinked and saw shreds of your bangs float down.

Giriko grabbed your wrist, "You're not going anywhere."

You pushed him away, "What do you think you're doing?!"

Giriko smirked and pushed you down, into the street. You backed away, and stumbled back up.

"I said we're going home."

And slowly, in the back of the head. That dreaded rhyme echoed. You didn't know why. It just did.

"No....Stop.... STOP IT," you cried as he quickened his pace towards you.

'I do not know.

Said the Bell of Bow.'

You raised your leg and tried to kick him in the kneecap. From experience, you knew that a good snap kick to the knee would shatter the entire bone.

However, he knocked you to the ground once again. He raised his arm and his engine revved up.

You stared up at him with tears in your eyes.

'Here comes a candle to light you to bed.

Here comes an axe to chop of your head.'