Sweet Like Candy

The Walking Dead™

"Jesus Christ, Rin!" Yukio gaped at the pile of bodies his sister and had just finished stacking while Kuro and Rodan cheered and complimented each other, comparing the number of humans they'd each taken down–they'd triple teamed the guards at the entrance of Inari Dreamtown rather ruthlessly.

Rin hadn't drawn her sword, hadn't been given any time to. She dealt out plenty of punches and kicks, but the men surrounded her. One grabbed her hair and pulled her back by it. Rodan snapped his beak around her hair, razor sharp edges cutting the pulled-taught hair clean off and leaving Rin, once more, with short hair.

"Ugh, seriously?! Again?!" Rin cried in irritation, punching a guy hard enough to break his jaw. Of course, she was holding back, she didn't want to kill anyone. She settled for seriously injuring.

"Would." Punch.

"You." Kick.

"Assholes." Knee to the groin, ouch.

"Stop." Headbutt, that couldn't feel good.

"Making." Judo flipped into two other guards, oof.

"Me." Roundhouse kick to the chest, that guy's ribs had to be broken.

"Cut." Dislocated both shoulders, yikes.  

"My." That kneecap was shattered, there was no getting it fixed.

"Fucking." Heads crashed together, that was twice the concussion.

"Hair?!" The last guy got brutally slammed into the ground, a sequence of cracks resounding through the air.

With heaving breaths, she turned in a circle to see all the guards knocked out or willingly staying on the ground. Her classmates and twin gaped at her. Rodan and Kuro had taken out several more who'd rushed to help and we're very proud of themselves.

Rin dragged all the men into a pile just inside the treeline so no one would see them if they tried to enter.

"We were gonna step in, but you had it. Hope you don't mind." Konekomeru said meekly.

Rin shrugged, raising a hand to feel how short her hair was. She winced at the boycut-length strands. Suguro walked up to her and, even though she still had blue fire flickering on her, grabbed her hand.

"You still look beautiful." He promised. "Shima was right when he said you'd look good with any hairstyle."

Rin looked up at him, surprised. "You remember that?"

He smiled. "Of course I do. He tried his damndest, but you see through bullshit before it can even present itself. There was no chance you'd go for that doof." He said confidently.

Rin smiled, warmth blooming in her chest, and the rest of the group walked up to them. Takara kicked a guy who was slowly regaining consciousness and his head fell back down with a thunk against the pavement.

They made their way inside the building and stopped in the entrance, confusion painting their features as they looked around.

The interior looked like a shopping mall, not apartments like they were supposed to be. Several balconies ringed the walls above them, natural light let in by huge skylights taking up most of the ceiling. It was not only empty, but silent aside from their breathing. Everything was sparkling clean and there was almost no scent for Rin to pick up aside from a very weak scent of the sickly-sweet rot Rin had smelled coming off strongly from Lucifer. She'd asked Mephisto about it once and he'd said it was from Lucifer's overwhelming power causing the host body to constantly be rotting. He'd also said it could happen if he overextended his own powers beyond his host's limits. Rin didn't have to worry about that, luckily. Her body was her own and made to host her demon heart.