“ I’ll fill that hole with your and the deserter’s corpses. ”
Mysterious murders in Kyoto became impossible to ignore. Bodies of missing people found scattered in the dirtied alleyways with punctured wounds—sometimes dismemberment—all drained of blood. It wasn’t a product of war and anti-Shogunate terrorism; as horrific as those were, these murders were too odd. Too bizarre to not warrant further investigation.
And then it got a little personal when one of the Shinsengumi turned traitor around the same time. Dumb little thing for them to think their former Vice Commander wouldn’t be keeping tabs on them. Especially when there was something particularly different about him—assuming he is the Hijikata Toshizo of Bakumatsu present. Little crimson sparks flickered from his left eye as he prowled closer to the fair-haired woman.
“ None the more troublesome than you. You’ve caused quite the big mess and I don’t intend on letting you go free. ” Not easily that easily at the very least. If she escapes, then she escapes. Yet, she won’t be left alone; not until he has her pretty head ( and the minion’s ). He’ll hunt her down, a relentless and merciless beast hellbent on protecting Kyoto and the honor of the Shinsengumi samurai. Uncaring of her unarmed state for his tuition told him she was much more than meets the eye.
“ I suppose your determination is to be applauded, at the very least. “
A compliment, back-handed though it may have been. Followed by a chuckle on her part, it was apparent that she had been sizing him up, almost expecting him. Her kind of hunger did not go unnoticed, and as he pursued, Kyoto had become a thought of the past to her. From Kyoto, to Shiga, to Sekigahara to Gifu, to Nagoya. She left no different a trail of blood-soaked destruction behind her. Though each corpse was different, reduced to such a state that identifying them would’ve been futile.
Likely to him and the local authorities with the grim luck to discover their bodies however, the method to her supposed madness was impossible to ignore. She sought to kill, to feed. When bodies were found, if they were, two precise punctures were found in the neck. The arteries drained to a husk, cauterized afterward to prevent any waste from her little meals.
“ . . . Humans are not unlike dogs, in a sense. “ She mused openly, flashing a glint of pearly white in her fangs. “ They’ll follow their senses and intuition, so blindly set on a trail. Dead-set on their objective, even if they ought to know better. So, I ask you — Is it truly determination? Or is your own faulted pride hurt, Samurai? “
Another laugh, seemingly at his expense. For a moment however, her blasé regard for him was interrupted by fascination. Kiss-Shot had caught those sparks emanating from his eye, a dark, fiery fervor within him. This seemed to be enough to break the visage of her beauty, the monster underneath showing through her golden eyes and bared fangs.
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