#asuka 01

She didn’t feel like being nice today or helping anyone out but she noticed that the girl in front of her dropped something from her back pocket. It was a hair clip in the shape of a cat of some kind. She would have kept it for herself but I guess she could do the girl a favor.

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She had given him a minute head start before she begins her pursuit.

The man’s loud pant and poor footwork expose him, making it easier for her to locate her target. There wasn’t much need for her to employ any tracking skills. After all, she had given him some time and what he has done with it is pretty disappointing. Even after death nothing much has changed, hasn’t it?

It didn’t take long for her to catch up to the male, maneuvring her way to the path that he would appear next once he turns right and once he enters her sights, the soldier slashes at him and drew blood, along with a howl of pain. 

Mukuro watches as the man stumbles back and then glares at her with a gun pointing towards her, shouting profanities that went on deaf ears. She dodges the shot and slams the hilt of her blade on his hand, causing him to drop the weapon on the ground. The man, now that he is disarmed, raises his fist in rage and punches but she managed to get away by a hair’s breadth, then rewarding him with a roundhouse kick to the face.

Once the kick distances them from each other, Mukuro makes her way towards the gun and picks it up, grasping the cool metal. A loud clink brings the barrel of the gun towards the male’s head. She watches as the colour left his face, hears his pleads as he held out a plain looking purse to her.

But she wasn’t listening. 

Instead, she recognises something emerging from him once he saw she ignored the purse. Something that she knew her sister would enjoy seeing if she was here. 

Despair.

[ Of all the people to find here, this one- he knows this one. Kaworu’s demeanor loses none of its airy calmness at the sight of the Second child, nor does he falter in his casual approach towards her. If this ‘death’ had them in its clutches, so be it- the inevitability of it remains the same no matter what. ]

“It seems that we have met with the same fate, Second. Do you find this afterlife accommodating?”