steak knives ♪ joseph
Stupid, the lot of them. All of them were stupid. ♪
Kou had known that from the very beginning. In his first moments here, his very first trial even, they had all proven this to be true. A universal truth that seemed to cross dimensions and even follow him in here: humans, a total waste. He had once been a waste but even he had been nothing like them. No, he and his brothers were different... they were better, now, weren't they? ♪
Or so he had thought. To stand in the middle of that trial room, learning that their youngest had just been murdered at the hands of a disgusting female ghoul, watching Ruki, supposedly the oldest and the rock of the family, spend all of his time and attention on nothing more than an empty, vapid little bitch. That Mami Tomoe... rumor has it she had gone. Ruki, himself, similarly disappearing... that slut, that god damned slut of a woman. No, a girl -- not even that. Livestock. Livestock that overwhelmed their oldest brother, perhaps under the pretense of love... love? For a human girl? Disgusting. Ruki had truly shown his colors... those horrid displays of affectionate love that shouldn't exist for their kind. He could no longer be trusted. ♪
To think, he would be next to shoulder the family's burdens as Ruki had failed them. Even he forgot sometimes that he was the second oldest... yes, his brothers surely needed his guidance. They would solve and conquer this place together as one family, just as they had done so many times before. . . ♪
And so, his possession grew. Kou was a firm believer in keeping what was rightfully his. In a world that had taken from him for so long... he would not allow it any further. Not here, not with these wretched human beings and their disgusting selfishness. It was a life he had--no. A constant reminder: he was and had been nothing like them. Even in his human years he had only been subjected to their torment and greed. No longer. No longer. And to make this possible.... there was one, yes. Someone he had to have a little chat with. ♪
His scent was easy to find; simply, Kou sniffed the air for the scent of his younger brother Yuma. Absolutely nauseating, a damned shame, really. He trusted his brother's judgment most of the time, and yet with all that had happened, it was his duty to make sure nothing more would occur. Not at the hands of these filthy ingrates. The large behemoth of a fool was easily located following Yuma's scent; Kou found him in the kitchen... oh, perfect. He was all alone. ♪
Just perfect. ♪
"You." He smiled from the doorway, deceitful sweetness. Always such a liar. "... You're Joseph-kun, aren't you? Joseph Joestar~." A terrible name, really, befitting what he expected was a terrible person. Save for Yuma's scent, he certainly smelled terrible, but his senses would have to take the beating for now. It would be worth the trouble, he assured himself. ♪
"Friends with Yuma-kun... my brother~." ♪
