Wolfsbane

Moonlight

"Be a predator not a prey otherwise the world won't let you live." - Prabhu Mariappan

Under the cover of the dark moon a pair of vibrant cyan eyes stood out against the heavy cloak of the void, standing vigilant waiting for the moment to strike. Gojo courched beneath the overhang of the adjacent Minka to the main house of the compound where his target was housed. Like the shadows he used the absence of natural light to thrive along with the chaotic memories swirling within his mind, "Gojo, don't forget our deal... I want to be able to win this time, okay..." The venomous feeling of chaos and hatred permeated throughout his system.

As time passed he sat and observed the surroundings of the compound, flashes of his deadly motive played behind his eyes, Gojo was waiting for the perfect time to quench his bloodlust. He expected the hit to be easy like all the rest, especially this one fueled by his hatred, but he was never prepared for the harsh reality of losing the battle. He had been preparing for this moment since he had received the parcel carrying what was left of Getou's midnight locks that were now woven into fibers of his Ito. As he sat letting the adrenaline and anticipation collide within his blood stream his skin began to itch with the call of violence within him.

Catching a glimpse of movement from the main house he saw the giant frame of his target reveal himself in the corridor. Eyes growing wide with excitement and his heart rate increasing, he could feel his limitless swirl beneath his skin making the hairs on his body stand at attention. He watched as the target's thick muscular frame dwarfed the men that walked with him into the corridor, his presence was domineering and predatory it made Gojo salivate. The procession slowly entered a side room from the corridor. Gojo waited seconds before making his way in the cover of the shadows to get a closer look at his target and find out the best way to draw the men out so he could play with his target.

Smiling like a mad man in the darkness he waited and finally knew what he needed to do to draw the target out into the open. Gojo wasn't worried about the others that were on the other side of that shoji, this was part of why he was the strongest, they were dead weight already. Gojo noticed a straggler that had no interest in keeping watch, he made his way to the edge of the roof slowly letting himself down, when he finally stood behind the man he spoke from the shadows. "I'm surprised the Ze'nin have weaklings like you." Gojo reached around and slit the man's throat, catching his body from hitting the floor; Gojo had a tendency of demanding a dramatic entrance. Before the clan member was even cold he threw the dead man into the shoji, staining the delicate paper, announcing his presence, "Good morning." Gojo, with a wicked smirk splayed across his features fueling his ego, began to chuckle with a single finger pointing into the corner of the room where a pair of verdant eyes flashed with amusement and intrigue at the scene.

There was no hesitation from the clansmen, the roar of a battle cry rang out as Gojo backed into the open courtyard drawing out the men and dodging quick attacks. The scene was filled with clashing swords and groans of the fallen as they took their last breaths. Making quick work of the clansmen, having never broken a sweat, Gojo's lithe frame walked to the middle of the open space with his blade staining the earth crimson behind him. "Well, that was disappointing, I was expecting more of a challenge. After all, the Zen'in clan is supposed to be the best of the best, what a let down The Elders lied again." A lone clansman tried to stand and ran towards Gojo, clicking his tongue in disgust, he simply brought his blade down and felt the man walk past him and fall face first into his death.

Cold cyan eyes looked towards the darkened room as the Large man walked out into the courtyard, "Finally, have you decided to come out and play? I do have to give you a message." Gojo, whipping his sword, flung the blood from his blade at the feet of his target waiting for him to make his move, running his fingers through the hair on his Ito like a grounding caress from his lover. The target walked out from the shadows into the light of the moon, one arm resting in his black haori, the other resting atop the hilt of his sword. Gojo could feel the pull of the man's aura and couldn't help the crazed laugh that escaped his lips, "Did you think your little present wouldn't go unnoticed? I have to say, when Getou didn't come home, you hurt my feelings." Taking both hands to grip his sword he steadied his blade, almost feeling his lover's hands upon his own, moving into his defensive stance awaiting for his target's first move.

The man before him undid his haori and let it fall to the ground behind him. Eyes widening and the stirrings of adrenaline in the pit of Gojo's stomach raged within, he took in the sight of his prey swallowing thickly. Standing at 6'4", 230 pounds of lean muscle, midnight colored hair fell into the man's face to frame the mesmerizing green eyes encased in thick eyelashes. A smirk quirked the scar on the right side of his full lips, giving the illusion of sharp fangs, Gojo knew this man was death incarnate and it made the palpable excitement suffocate him as it surrounded the courtyard. "My, my, my aren't you handsome. I'm almost sorry to cut up that pretty face of yours. It would have been fun...in another life." The man before him looked as if his footsteps would be heavy and alert anyone to his whereabouts, but it was the opposite. Gojo was left with the surprise of his deadly silence as his blade reverberated through his body at the target's first hit.

Quicker than Gojo had time to register, even with his limitless technique, he only felt the stirrings of a false breeze and galvanized steel press up against the pulsing artery beneath his chin before he could blink. With god-like speed Gojo deflected the attack and flipped back, turning about face towards the target, he watched as Toji's smile widened. Stopping to touch the knick upon his carotid, bringing it to his lips to taste, "That was a close one. I may have underestimated you, Toji Zen'in; or is it Fushiguro now?" He watched the man's malachite eyes swirl with murderous intent, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Smiling wider he was ready as he watched the monstrous man swing his broadsword in front of him to steady it for the fight that was coming. He watched as the man's primal frame of muscle rolled his neck, crouching, and let his wide shoulders flex for the strike. "Oh, more of the silent treatment. I hope I can make you scream when I make you pay for what you did to Getou." Gojo didn't wait for the strike from the man before him, lunging towards him with his sword, he thought he was going to strike him one time aiming for the man's neck finishing the job. Gojo was confident that he was going to feel the give of flesh beneath his steel, he had once again misjudged his skills as Toji seemed to have simply dodged his attack.

When there was no give in the edge of his blade, Saturo began to register his opponent was better than he had ever imagined, when the fuck did he move?...He left his back open only turning to look above him, catching an Oni smiling down upon him. Saturo was in disbelief that even with his abilities this man was able to negate his limitless, "How the fu-..." In the pit of his stomach he felt a stone drop, he had no time to move from his stance, when he felt the heavy hit from the hilt of the man's broadsword making his body drop. The only thing he remembered was the feel of the dirt that was ground into his cheek as the abyss of unconsciousness took him.

Toji stood over his prey and smirked, "You sound better when your mouth is closed." Kicking the assassin's sword from his grasp, his eye caught the sheen of Gojo's Ito. "Ah, I see you like your trophies as well...I remember that kill, it was the most pleasurable one." Toji bent down, beginning to hum to himself, finding something to restrain the unconscious body. Once he felt his prey was subdued enough Toji grabbed Gojo's ankles and began to drag him to the heart of the Ze'nin compound with ease. "I guess I'll get to play with you, just like your dead lover. I wonder if you'll scream just like he did." He smiled wickedly and laughed at himself, filling the bloodied courtyard, making a plan on how he would break the assassin when he woke from his quick nap