He'd always seen them, he just didnt know what they meant until now.
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Two men arrived at the blood painted clearing. One clad in a flame like haori and the second in a mismatched geometric/garnet haori, both carrying katanas and dressed in gakuran shirts and black hakama. They were known as Kyojuro Rengoku and Giyuu Tomioka. The flame Hashira and the Water Hashira. Complete opposites on all the spectrums.
"This was no typical demon attack-" the owlish male that was speaking was cut off by his companion, the ravenette turned away, puking up his lunch out of pure disgust from the display before them. He was fairly new at being a Hashira so the bigger cases still bothered him.
But this was a scene that neither of them had been introduced to before. The dead animals in the trees, the innards like cruel streamers, the stench itself made the two agitated long before they ever even reached the scene.
The dual-haired male gave his companion a comforting yet half-hearted pat on the back and maneuvered towards the house, unsheathing his katana while being wary to avoid stepping on carcasses or in blood puddles. His colleague soon followed him to the front of the house where they studied the smashed shoji doors.
The demon hadn't hung around unfortunately, but what they found disturbed them more than seeing the demon would've. Gold/red and blue eyes widened when they saw body of a middle aged woman laying in the center of the wrecked living room, her Korean style clothing nearly entirely soaked with crimson, she got mauled; cruelly decapitated and her spine was missing, which they noticed in the corner.
'It's so abnormal for a demon to do this. Her body doesn't have bitemarks, no actual chunks of flesh are missing. It's like it did this for sport.' Then his thoughts changed to something completely unrelated. 'The woman is wearing Korean style clothing, why? I'm assuming it would be pricey to buy them. And according to the fact that this house looks like it was in shambles before they were attacked I presume they weren't all that wealthy.'
Rengoku pulled his gaze away from the mangled corpse when he saw a glint under some debris and walked over, squatting down where it was, shifting the debris aside to see what it was. It was a picture, he picked it up and stared at it with dismay.
The blood spattered and cracked glass held in place with a hand-carved wood frame showed three happy people. He turned the picture over and on the back was information etched into the wooden back-plate. Atsushi L/n, age: 27. Mira L/n, age: 19. M/n L/n, age: 1. Picture taken 1898.
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Despite the situation, Rengoku found himself smiling softly at the family portrait but now he wondered. 'Why does that man look so familiar? One of my fathers friends? No- My father wasn't really the type to make any friends...Maybe I passed him on the street once?-"
"Rengoku-sama, there are human footprints over here, leading to the forest." Pointed out the Water Hashira, breaking the dual-haired males thoughts.
The Flame Hashira turned around. "How many?" he asked.
"Only one set." the ravenette male replied.
Rengokus brows furrowed and he stood up and glanced at the woman, who he assumed was Mira, again. "Follow them, Tomioka-san. I'll summon the Kakashi's to clean up this havoc." He replied and the ravenette nodded briefly before vanishing.
