| [May. 25th, 2009|04:22 pm] |
The short chuunin had obviously lost his mind. "Bitch!" He howled, ignoring the lacerating cuts he inflicted on himself as he strained past the barrier of Katsuko's katana and kodachi, "You killed Inari! I'll tear you apart!."
"Is that what the glowing-handsy part of this rant is for?" she snapped, planting her feet firmly and pulling her arms in as scissoring motion that strained her chest muscles. A choked-off bloody gurgle, and Katsuko's blades scythed through the chuunin's arms and head like soft clay. Blood and gore exploded over her before she managed to leap away; she snarled in frustration as some of the mess got into the eyeholes of her mask and momentarily blinded her.
A shattering sound, like porcelain breaking in a storm.
Katsuko's heart stopped. "Arai!"
No, no, no, how could she have--Izo sprawled, discarded, on the floor, his head nearly separated from his neck. Shards of porcelain mask littered the ground, glistening crimson at the tips. Ryuichi--
Ryuichi--
She dropped her weapons with a careless rattle and pelted over to where Ryuichi had fallen, kneeling by his side. Gods, his face--she couldn't even see his eyes anymore, they were hidden in all the blood. Yanking her mask up, Katsuko stripped her gloves off and felt with bare fingers for the pulse at his neck.
"Arai? Arai? Ryuichi? Are you still with me?"
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