(This book is mostly just for me aha, but if others enjoy it, poggers.)
(Yes I know this isn't how it actually went down)
Mahiru Koizumi fumbles with the message between her hands as she slowly steps into the beach house, glancing around for Hiyoko. This is when and where she's supposed to meet her, right?
She glances down at the note for confirmation.
Yes, it is. Alright then.
She lets a loud sigh, rounding the corner and entering the main part of the beach house. "Ah, Hiyoko-chan?" She calls out nervously, "This is where and when we're supposed to meet, right? Come out."
But the red-haired photographer is only met with silence.
"H-Hiyoko. . ?"
Just then, she hears a faint scuffling noise behind her and she whips around, finding herself face to face with the gorgeous silver-haired swordswoman, metal bat raised high above her head in a threatening manner.
Mahiru gasps, scrambling away from her, the swordswoman following slowly behind.
"Peko?" She wheezes, "What are you doing? Do you. . .Do you mean to kill me?"
Peko's eyes harden as she twists and spins the bat between her hands in a most professional manner. "I have no other choice," She answers calmly, "My young Master tells me to kill, and I will do so with no hesitation."
"Young Master?" The photographer repeats, confused, "Peko, you're scaring me. What are you even talking about?"
"I am a tool," Pekoyama huffs, "Used to kill. It's all I'm good for. And my orders are to kill you. Do not fear, I can make it painless."
Mahiru's eyes widen. "You. . .Kill me?! Peko, wait, you don't have to do this! Let's just talk about this for a moment. I have so much more I want to talk to you about!"
"There is nothing more to discuss. Rest assured, the time spent with you I will always cherish, but I am more loyal to my young Master."
Once again, she raises her metal bat, winding it back to swing, but before she can bring it down, Mahiru blurts out;
"Peko, I love you!"
As the silver-haired girl hesitates, Koizumi continues to ramble.
"I'm in love with you. I have been since I first laid eyes on you. I know we just met a couple of weeks ago, but that was more than enough time for me. I can't help but feel like. . .we met before. And we were together. Please. . ."'
Peko's eyes sadden. ". . .Mahiru. . .in another life, yes we probably would be together. And I definitely would have loved you back. . .I cannot tell you how sorry I am for this. . .Goodbye, Mahiru."
"Peko-"
The swordswoman shuts her eyes, harshly bringing the metal bat down on top of Mahiru, ending her instantly in just one blow. The bloodied body of the photographer collapses to the floor, permanently stilled.
Peko sighs heavily, slowly lowering her weapon as she stares down at the young girl's body. A few teardrops stop to fall down her face-no, she can mourn later. Right now, she's got some framing for murder to do.
