❝YOU WERE JUST THE SAME AS KAZUTORA, KILLING OFF SOMEONE ELSE'S BROTHER.❞
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in which sano manjiro held a deep and unbearable pain inside his bandaged heart but still able to put...
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| present, 2017
"kill her," those two words are the only thing needed for you to make a movement and slice the woman's throat open, splashing blood here and there as her scream were muffled with cloth.
taking out a clean handkerchief, you wiped off the blood on your knife. your face turning to the side, waiting for his next word with a smile plastered on.
his dead eyes met with your e/c eyes. no smile was attached to his flawless face as he spoke. his tone was soft but astonishingly dangerous. "send her body back to her family."
a truly cruel act, done by the bad guys. And the evil, who stands at the top. a gang formed from a very long time ago, now became a wanted, brutal, criminal gang nobody predict would happen. "As you wish, mikey."
as ridiculous as it might sound, this wasn't the original path we chose, it all started because of a small mistake no one realise, unexpected even. a tiny action, that caused huge impact.
still, looking back on it, nothing can change. we might hate and despised and regretted all the things we've done, but, changing the past is a not a possible thing for us, ordinary human beings to do.
nothing is impossible? who's the stupid person that invented this phrase? even if we did try, our crimes, murders, tradings illegal weapon and goods, not even god can finish reading out loud the list of all the fucked up stuff we did.
it was way too long. way too many, we're sinners, ruining away others lives. taking away lives as if we were doing jobs for the grim reapers, some, even out murdering for their pleasure, or you can say, to satisfy themselves, entertaining our boredom. our hearts was too numb to even felt the feeling of sympathy, pity for those we killed. hell, we didn't even bat an eye to those who's on the brink of death, waiting for the reaper to take their life and hoping they'd go to heaven, wishing that their sins will washed away as they die.
no.
sin, will always stay. no matter how kind-hearted, brave, fearless, young or old you might be. they won't go away even if you bow and begged a millions of times. they were counted every single time.
every evil steps you take, the devil will wrote about it and laugh their ass off seeing us, foolish humans doing it with ease, never once thinking about the consequences we'll faced once death comes knocking at the door.
but if it's for him, you'd gladly do so. even honored to kill, to dirtied your hands thousands times.
but, you used to value lives. you weren't that heartless, once. that wasn't long until you began to realised just how much of a fucking garbage this world was.
you are the mad killer of tokyo manji gang.
the only female in the organisation. and the most cruelest and blood-thirsty woman known in japan.
