#medeac

                          Circumstances like these can’t be just mere coincidence, can it? The moment he’s in Tokyo as a stop-over from his pilgrimage, and a certain witch he’s crossed paths (and weapons) with also announces her art exhibit is open to the public. It had been a while since their meeting post-revival, and since then Minato hasn’t heard anything from Chidori-- other than hints that she was busy with something. Could this be the fruit of her labor?

                         He’s met up with almost every single SEES member thus far-- upon request, one-by-one, Minato had revealed himself. Reactions were far different from one another, but the one thing that was shared was the utmost joy. Their leader had defied the odds once again, and has returned from being the centerpiece of the Great Seal. However, there was emphasis on almost, for there is one more person whom he needed to meet up with...

                       And she may probably have the most incredulous reaction out of all, the Universe Arcana thinks.

                       Perhaps a chocolate treat would be the best way to ease their first meeting post-mortem. It was White Day after all-- thus, he sets the box containing the chocolate crepe cake onto the artisan’s desk. On top of it is a note, detailing where would she meet him once again.

                      You’re the last one I needed to meet again. I’ll be at Gekkoukan. Come during the evening.

          He leaves the house only because there’s shopping to do, and Adachi doesn’t want to do it himself. The cold air bites at his skin (though Yu can’t help but compare it to the chill from his friends recently — they don’t take so kindly to him turning into a ghost before their very eyes) and the fog never seems to go away, but Yu tells himself that that’s not what’s important right now. He stops only when someone stands before him on the street, and even then there’s nothing but mist in his silver eyes. 

     “      oh   …     look who decided to show up .     “      her axe pauses mid - swing as the female glances upwards at the other strega member , her eyes going soft on her partner’s form in comparison to the malice it held for the captured target underneath her .  (  WHEN SHE GOT ON THEM , THE FIGHT WAS PRACTICALLY OVER .  )  but even with her arrival , the witch doesn’t let it deter her much as she motions to the victim with her eyes .       it wasn’t as if sayaka was out of the loop with what strega did , she was a part of the tiny group as well && she was just as much of a killer as the rest of them were at this point . even as her target was squirming and begging for the help of the bluette woman , the redhead simply feels her smile widen on her face when she gives them a proper introduction to the new arrival herself .      “    don’t beg her for help .  she’s my accomplice .   i don’t think you want her help more than you’d want mine   …     “      and in the typical fashion of the witch , she even awaits for the ‘ knight in not - so - shining - armor ‘ to ready herself with her weapon .  if she was here , might as well get in on the action , right ?   delivery of the killing blow was special !   she’d allow it to be sayaka’s doing , this time   …     she arrived late , and it could be so painful to stand on the sidelines and watch .     “     here   .     the honors .     “

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                    “ Forgive me for my tardiness. I ran into a little trouble.”

She had almost feared that her precious mentor had gone on without her, reveling in the hunt without so much as a glance back at the arriving knight. It was such a beautiful and thrilling sight to see her beloved hovering over the kill like the deadly huntress she was, and yet those beautiful gentle eyes were on no one but her.

She need not a moment of prompting, pulling a blade out of one her hidden sheaths, her smile dark and twisted as she hears the target call out in futility for help that would never come.

This knight had been baptized in blood, and give black armor for which none could pierce.

                        “ You spoil me, Chi-chi. I love it.”

Singing steel came down without a cry, slashing through the squirming target, again and again, until the satisfaction had flowed into her veins, and death came to the near dead body.

This was horrible. Why was that red-headed lady killing that poor person? What did they do to deserve that? Why did she have that axe? There were so many questions Nanako had to ask, so little time to ask them. The person was bleeding out, and her bleeding heart ached to save them, but that woman stood between she and the victim. There was nothing that she could do. Nanako was small. Nanako couldn’t defend herself.

“ ... i ... c-close your eyes , there’s nothing you need to witness here ... comere . ”

The woman was enticing her to come closer. But she didn’t want to. Why would Nanako want to go closer to her? Even though she put the axe down, it still didn’t make it okay. How could it be? She had blood on her dress.

But she kept coming closer. And Nanako wanted to move, but she couldn’t. Her legs were frozen, her legs hurt and they were stiff. She was stuck where she stood. When the red-headed lady touched her, Nanako began trembling. Would she kill her next? She’s seen this on the TV before. She can’t leave any witnesses to her crime--! 

Nanako was told not to look, but she could still hear it. The sound of the victim’s last breath as she could hear that monster kill them. Even pressed against the fabric of the dress, it did nothing to shield the child from the horrors of everything she had to witness. Auditorial and visual.