Mizuki folds her sleeves up, reaching for a slice of cake on the table. "So... can I get it done today? Or would you rather have me enter another time, Lucy-chan?"
Lucy smiles. "Can I wait for a little?"
"Of course," Mizuki smiles.
"Ah, right." Tachihara hums, clicking open his phone. "Tecchou is alone, and Jouno got the clown somehow."
"His head?"
"They sent a selfie." Tachihara hands the phone to Mizuki, and her eyes widen in surprise.
"Shall..." She smiles coyly.
"No."
"Alright," Mizuki stabs into the cake again. "Anyways, how has life here been?"
"Very slow."
"I like it!" Kenji beams. "Very slow-paced, and it resembles my old village."
"Is that a good thing?" Mizuki raises a brow at the boy.
"It is," Kenji smiles. "A lot more pleasant. The land is bountiful."
"That's good," Mizuki smiles. "Any other complaints?"
"No."
"I'd like to go shopping sometime, though," Yosano sighs.
"Oh! By logic, you all should be free to do as you like now," Mizuki smiles. "Life will return to normal."
"We can leave?"
"Yeah," Mizuki smiles. "I'll enter Lucy's ability and deck it out with Fyodor in a game of chess. I wonder if he kept Fukuchi alive in there."
Tachihara stares at Mizuki, a current of emotions dancing behind the eyes.
"Well, if there are no further objections. I'm going in." Mizuki slides her chair back, and presses a hand on Lucy.
"Stay safe," Fukuzawa closes his eyes.
"Of course," Mizuki smiles. She transports, and she stares at the sight of the two males. Fukuchi is still breathing, surprisingly. She had pretty much killed him that day, yet he was still breathing.
A blade cuts the back of her chest, and she coughs. "Shit."
"AH, so you're killable in this domain."
"Fuck," Mizuki realizes she didn't bring Greed with her.
"Your ability isn't here?" Fukuchi smiles, swinging the blade in his hand.
Mizuki coughs, and smiles at the sight of her own blood on her hand. "You know, Kamui."
She unsheathes her blade, his blade, and she smiles cynically. "It's been a good couple thousand years since I've been able to actually bleed."
"Thousand?" Fukuchi scoffs. "You're that old?"
"As old as civilization itself," Mizuki grins. "Though, it's better to call Greed as old as civilization. I don't remember when I was born."
"So you have no reason to call me old man," His weapon meets her blade, and she smiles. "Hag."
Mizuki shrugs. Her sword breaks Kamui's.
"Upon the Tainted Sorrow."
The gravity forces Fukuchi into the ground. Blood flies out of his mouth, staining the tiles.
"I'll give you a little bit of peace before you pass." Mizuki flips a gold coin, the item exploding in his face. Her blade meets his neck, cutting it off clean.
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Regressor || Bsd x OC
FanfictionIn which she, who was once in despair, rewrote the world on a blank sheet of paper after six thousand years alive. -⌚︎- "What are you doing?" "I'm writing a story." "Of what?" "A story where you're still alive with me." -🝮- Or in which greed is jus...
