This is my orginal work. All characters and plot belong to me. This oneshot was an entry for CLNighters 's writing contest: Leather Boots. The prompt was to write from the perspective of any villain, already existing or not. I chose to create my own new world and characters. I'm happy to say I placed first in this contest! Please enjoy.
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Her name printed next to the word villain was something Seiko was beginning to get used to. The newest press release was laid aside the others from the past three weeks on the dark cedar wood desk, damp from the malicious rain, her name written in bold.
Water soaked through the paper, darkening the mask of the governed. She stood in front of a metal podium, something the republic liked to call "The Rostrum of the Given".
Seiko supposed the Head of Apricate imagined giving what was really a metal music stand a desirable name would make the thing respectable. And it did, for those unable to see through the veil of idiocracy they stood behind.
Seiko herself had never been one, but Dosei was.
Before he had bled out on the back steps of the engineering tower from a gunshot, that was.
She knew exactly who fired that gun. At the time, Seiko was incredibly surprised. But now? She just wanted to make sure his killer knew she could see through her sweet little facade.
Kaida may be fooling her hometown, Auroral, but wasn't fooling Seiko anymore.
A candle's light flickered and the wax dripped down the side, onto the bare cabinet. Seiko turned around in her chair, eyeing the burgundy candle. The same color Kaida's blood would be as it dripped down her throat.
She propped her arms on the table, blush colored satin gloves covering Seiko's forearms down to her fingertips. She looked Mizuto straight in the eye, raising her eyebrows.
"Are you going to start?" she questioned.
Sitting back in his chair, Mizuto huffed. "I assumed you would want to start, considering last time I visited you made it clear who was in charge."
Seiko tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. "Well, you seem to want to tell me something, desperately, by the look on your face," she stated.
"Oh?" he inquired, matching the angle of Seiko's head. "I wouldn't call it desperate, but I thought you might want to see it."
"See it? It's something physical?"
A wicked smile grew across his face as he placed a folded piece of paper on the table between them. Seiko glanced at Mizuto before sliding the paper towards herself.
Lifting the top edge off the table, she unfolded the paper into one large sheet of multiple articles. As she scanned the headlines, Seiko quickly gathered the information that every last one of these articles were about Kaida.
