unholy blade ///

                  ... ... he may have gone to space already but      YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING SEND YOU TO HELL.       WHERE YOU FUCKING BELONG???          go back to your pacifist boyfriend.

                  FUCK   OFF   ,   OUMA. DON’T YOU FUCKING COME NEAR ME.                           and stop using that holy name on me!!

                  broken arm affects the durability to grasp her writing instrument. exhales were sharp by every flinch whenever she tried to.    IT HURT TO GREAT MEASURES    but it’s her own fault for letting this happen /                      even killers are overpowered                      /. ironically no one addressed to fake concerns except asking ‘ what happened ’. their words and pity fell quite empty ; none of it bothered the assassin. she dismissed all of them, carrying out as it nothing was bothering her. the look of absolute defeat says otherwise --- she couldn’t enter the nurse’s office to get immediate treatment, neither the hospital being funded by the academy. doctors always question heavily how the injury occurred /    GIVING DETAILS IS FORBIDDEN IN HER WORLD    /. this isn’t some fantasy ...                         she was playing human                    , nothing more. turn of events brought out a familiar face, those words might have sounded truthful than others. she wouldn’t turn her away yet fingers dug deep into her flesh, almost close to drawing out blood.                ❛   … i can’t say, yumeno-san.            it’s complicated          .   ❜ truth never stung so harsh than it has before.

                  ❛   my room wasn’t ... that messy, toujou-san.   ❜ prior to denials was an unsightly scenery to make a maid weep in tears. massive collections of papers covered carpet, boxes still stacked and unpacked,    ATTIRE TOSSED CARELESSLY    that remains unwashed /           it was a nightmare             /. scarlet hues never witnessed plain contents of a carpet, not without clothing ‘ decorating it ’ without care. freshly cleaned room hadn’t bothered her internally except what could have been discovered ------              there lies concerns             . had the maid dug deeper to report dangerously westernized weapons to the headmaster? illegal as it was, an assassin can’t simply travel without them ; a secret room lies in plain-sight. please let the maid remain delusional to not stumble upon it. ironic prayer to god is made, a quickened pulse around her chest accompany disaster within her mind.    THE KILLER CANNOT ALLOW ANYONE TO KNOW    ... ... maybe it was time to eliminate this one human /                                                  if she found out                        /.

                  sharpened hearing overhears the most insane, crude commentaries ever conducted in the human language. it nerves a usually composed assassin / lips practically quiver in fright /.    DON’T TREAD CLOSE TO THAT WOMAN    ------                 she’s mad                 . loud surroundings impale her quiet demeanor, quickly averting all contact until hell finally ‘ deceased upon her forsaken soul ’. silent cursing multiplied to a thousand blades piercing through her heart, devilish hues narrow with regret of taking this turn within the empty hallways. what could be the loud inventor’s motives for taking this route? worries implant before pale complexion, hues shifting away /            avoid all contact and it should be fine           /. gross words unfortunately invite to bargain some ‘ meaningful ’ chat ... ...           wonderful         . says a sarcastic thought of an assassin.                 ❛   … what are you trying to tell me?   ❜

                  here is a pacing girl with no ill-intent but determined to keep it a secret. no one must know, they mustn’t know    SAYS A VOICE IN HER HEAD    quickly. doubt painted over usually calm features, enough to distract someone / ‘ they’ll ask ’ /.                 it won’t be long ------             where to put this item, she asks herself? fingertips grace underneath soft chin, crimson hues vaguely stay in tune to the floor mostly because another person is arriving. their steps are drawing near ... probably a girl’s shoe tapping against the hallways. perfect, an exhale of regretting to come here arises    the closer those footsteps were coming in    . or perhaps ... thoughts spiraled in confusion to set everything out.    MAYBE USING THIS TO HER ADVANTAGE    will prosper. sigh of relief escapes to tuck said item within her attire. ‘ best not to expose this ’ before another human ------          they may overreact.        ❛   where’s a place to store items?                you have been attending this academy longer             than i have so ...   ❜ hesitation surfaced only because    THERE ARE THINGS BEST LEFT IN THE DARK    , as a great scholar would put it.

                  her scent embodies the stereotypical adolescent girl, one that isn’t difficult to guess. it’s sweet but leaves a    SOUR TASTE    on the tip of her tongue. like swallowing ‘ rotten juice ’, it hurts her eyes. devilish gaze fixates intently, uncertain of a wolf’s intentions / people never approach her this quickly /. others brush the assassin’s existence ; intimidated from a slender form who’s fingertips are    dipped in blood    more than most girls her age. hands are calm and extended out to each side,     WAITING AND WARY     ... ...                aren’t most models plastic dolls?               ❛   … you’re that fashionista, enoshima junko, right ------         what do you want from me?   ❜

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