𝐹𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐵𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒻𝒾𝓉𝓈-Ｖｉ （ａｒｃａｎｅ)

A nickname, a lover, and a crime

~5 years after~

I limped down the street, my extended arm holding a singular katana, dripping with blood, at my side. The red, splattered across my body, started to leave a trail as I moved forward.

Like a ghost they said.

Who's "they"? Everyone, of course.

I'm a killer now. A cold blooded killer. And everyone knows.

"Look!" I hear from my right. Ah, the whispers, they're back. To be completely honest, I don't mind the whispers. I'm a warning wherever I go. Less and less people test me these days.

"The Yūrei-hei."

Oh, yeah! They gave me a nickname. Yūrei-hei. Ghost soldier. Sounds like they adore me, right? Well, the ones afraid of Silco surely do.

I make it back to what you could barely call a living situation. The beautiful woman who owns the brothel downstairs lent us this place for a while.

Once I got in, a man sitting on the couch to my right, reading some sort if black book, gave me a slight glance before speaking.

"Sunny, make sure you clean that blade. I don't need another one rusting."

I scoff at his attitude.

"I keep my blades pristine. " I replied shortly, knowing what he actually meant.

"Mhm, sure." He rolled his eyes, internally happy at my response. Bitch.

I take off my clothes and throw them into the bin of soap water to my left. Leaving me in my underwear. (I mean an undershirt and a pair of shorts,  fyi. That's the technical definition of underwear. Some people were confused on another story)

My bandages still wrapped my entire back and neck, going down my right arm. My leg healed but a new wound on my thigh replaced it.

As I grabbed a rag and cleaner, I made my way to sit on the table in front of the man. I started cleaning my katana, as he inched closer to mend the aforementioned new thigh wound.

"Who was it today?" He asked, reaching for the needle and thread.

"Just some lackeys by the last drop." I replied, half-heartedly.

"Taking it over still the plan?"

"Always. AA-fuck, give a warning next time, Oliver." I grunt as he starts sewing my leg up.

"Sorry, love. Thought you could take it." He laughed.

I will fucking murder you.

I just glare at him and he clears his throat, ready to change the topic.

"So what's our next move for our take over ploy?"

"I dunno. Beat them out of there." I shrugged.

"You really are blinded by anger aren't you?" He said with a small chuckle.

"You wouldn't know. You've only known me like this. What makes you think this isn't normal?" I leaned closer, inspecting his features as he contemplated my question.

"I've seen you love." He said, matter-of-factly.

I scoff at this. Egotistical mother fucker.

"You've seen me let loose, there's a difference. A pretty damn big one."

A smirk found its way across his face. He took my head in his hands and kissed me. After we parted he began to speak again.

"If you're only letting loose, how come I can make you scream and squirm?"

I hate you.

"A woman has her needs. You are good at completing them."

"Oh? Is this a compliment? Thought I'd never live to see the day."

I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck you." I said as I began to stand, only to be pulled back down to the sofa.

"Yes, please."

I turned to see a look in his eyes that was all too familiar.

Who do I know that shared this look with me before?

It was...

My thoughts were drowned out by Oliver's lips enveloping mine.

It was a good distraction. Maybe not healthy, but it works for me. I'm a terrible person for enjoying this, knowing full well he is in love with me when I do not return the emotion.

But…Sexual frustration.

His lips trailed down my neck, headed for my sweet spot at the start of my shoulders.

He sucked on that one spot to watch me squirm. When he parted for air, there were an array of deep purple marks across my neck. I took this as my chance. I got up and walked away leaving him wide-eyed and lonely.

I walked into the bedroom before slowly turning around, leaning my head into his view and quietly saying "what are you waiting for? I thought you were gonna make me scream."

I quickly made my way fully into the bedroom as he jumped up from the sofa like someone just lit his ass on fire.

~~~

I feel like I cheated on you. I'm sorry, Vi.

vi.

Vi.

VI.

VI.

VI LEFT YOU

VI DOESN'T LOVE YOU.

The episode is happening again.

"Hey, love, are you-"

I turn my head as he enters the room.

"run." I barely choke out in a pleading whisper as I see fear fill his eyes.

A tear hits the ground as my vision fall sto black, being completely taken over by my insanity.