𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑪𝑬 ⇢ Gojo Satoru

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐕 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑

KINZOKU MIKAZUKI BLINKED SLOWLY, rubbing her eyes before rolling to the other side of the bed. The sorceress took a deep breath, feeling the hot summer air around her while her skin buzzed with heat, the ghost of yesterday's hangover still present in her bones. Mikazuki yawned, stretching lightly until her arm felt the sweaty body lying beside hers. The sorceress frowned, a puzzled expression flickering through her face until last night's memories finally trickled in.

The letter. The club. The alcohol. Yashiro.

The memories rushed in like a bucket of cold water, and for a moment, Mikazuki didn't say anything, too overwhelmed by the echoes of what she'd done the previous night. The heiress let out a strangled breath, golden gaze trailing on the man still asleep by her side. Yashiro was laying completely naked on the mattress, arms outstretched at his side while the blanket covered his ass. The man was out like a light, and as Mikazuki's eyes landed on the empty bottle of vodka laying on the floor, the sorceress could probably guess why.

Without much else to do, Mikazuki slipped out of the bed, pulling Yashiro's shirt from the floor and covering herself with it. The top buttons were ripped – maybe she'd been a bit too into it last night – but it was good enough to cover her cleavage and the love bites that trailed all the way between her breasts and neck. The heiress paused in front of the mirror, adjusting the shirt before taking a look around.

Last night she'd been too busy enjoying Yashiro to notice the décor of the room, and although they hadn't explored much beside the bed – and the shower, and the sofa, and the counter, and the... – the sorceress was quite impressed by the layout of the hotel. The room was big, a King sized bad pushed against the wall while the floors where a pale marble colour, matching the walls and with a soft sheepskin rug covering the cold tiles.

Mikazuki moved from the kitchen to the balcony, leaning against the sliding door as she stared at the city below. It was early in the morning – so early there were only a few cars here and there and almost no commuters making their way through the streets, which meant no one paid much attention when the sorceress stepped out into the hot summer air, her bare feet tiptoeing on the overheated concrete. Mikazuki took it all in for a second, a peaceful expression settling on her face while she watched the city slowly roaring to life.

For a moment, it reminded her of the life she used to live during that ten-year exile. A lot of things had happened during that time – some of which Mikazuki would never speak of – and although the setting was completely different from what she'd lived in Argentina, there was still some resemblance to it. Mortals were the same, be it in Tokyo or in Buenos Aires.

Mikazuki sighed, leaning over the railing to get a better look, however, before she could do so much as think, the air around her shifted. It took less than a second for the sorceress to react, the familiarity of the change so etched into her memory, it was almost like an instinct. Mikazuki whipped her head around, outstretching her left hand as her nodachi materialized out of the gold in her blood. The sorceress wrapped her hand around the handle, pulling at the gold inside of her veins and turning towards the roof where she'd felt the disturbance.

There was no one there, but Mikazuki was not easily fooled, and her Eternity was rarely wrong.

"Who's there?" She called, the tip of her katana turned upwards as she walked slowly, circling the roof.

There was no answer, yet Mikazuki was not about to give up. She could still feel the air vibrating around her, the power simmering under her skin sizzling like a pot of boiling water, the tendrils of her Eternity stretched thin as they scoured the building. The sorceress paused, she'd circled all the way back to the balcony, and although no one appeared, everything inside of her continued to scream danger.

Before, she would have ignored that cry. Now, she wouldn't make that mistake twice. Mikazuki brushed the hair out of her face, twirling the nodachi between her fingers as she continued to move, the tendrils of Eternity wrapped around her like a blanket of raw power.

"I can sense you." She warned, that flicker in the back of her senses tingling once again. "There's no point in hiding." She added.

The sorceress jumped, gold propelling her forwards until she landed on the gravel patch set up on the roof. Mikazuki paused, taking in the view from her new vantage point. The AC units roared to life, but even between the loudness of it all, she could still feel the around her crackling like electricity. Mikazuki sighed, walking around the area once again, sword in hand just in case. She wasn't about to take any chances, especially after Léa's latest attempt.

Mikazuki halted her steps when the thought crossed her mind.

"If this is another one of Léa's stunts then you better fess up, because I won't hesitate to kill another one of her lackeys."

She had already killed thirty-seven sorcerers and three Doors – Mikazuki clearly had no problem when it came to defending herself, and, in this case, fulfilling that particular promise. The air shifted again, a laugh echoing in the distance. Mikazuki turned around, her nodachi cutting through the air while the laugh continued to float around her. The sound was somewhat familiar, but without being able to pinpoint the source, the sorceress remained rooted to her spot, her gold floating around her and twisting into sharp shapes.

"Such brave words for someone so damaged."