A/N help me win the battle against my keyboard, comment any errors you see.
She may have won some battles.
But we will win the WAR.
"Wine? Otoh-san you should know better-- it's illegal to drink at my age!" she turned around, blood dirtying her kimono and sandals, her kimono sleeve already bloody as she used it to 'wipe' blood off her face
"Yeah so is manslaughter and look how that turned out," Chuuya bantered with a laugh
Shion smiled
"By the way Shion, you have a little something- well, everywhere" Chuuya chuckled
"What?" Turned her head to look at her blood soaked clothes
"Aw, what a bummer!" She turned around inspecting the spots of bloody fabric.
Shion chuckled, she didn't know why.
She started twirling and watched mesmerized the blood soaking in the hem of her kimono she laughed a little.
She made a small jump to get on the corpse closer to her, she laughed again, she did a twirl and laughed.
She tried to catch her breath, but oxygen didn't enter her lungs, her laughter continued, she turned towards Chuuya her vision started to become foggy - she laughed- Chuuya' person became unfocused- she laughed.
Chuuya unfolded his arms, or were those the sleeves of his coat? She laughed
She looked down realising her balance was failing her -she laughed
Chuuya was frozen, mere seconds ago he had witnessed Shion use her ability, taking the revenge she deserved and now he was watching as she laughed and danced on the corpses- not that it was a problem, he had seen worst in his years with Dazai. No, what worried him was something else
Their eyes met, tears were gathering in her eyes She wasn't taking breaths
He ran to her, she had been laughing for a good five minutes!
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Yokohama - somewhere in the port
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A man was running in the alleys of the port
Faster and faster his feet pushed
Not shivers of winter travelled his body
But waves of fear wracked his form
Companions of childhood mowed before him
Weeping must wait running man
As you are Just a rat
In a city of cats
'Cazzo! -fuck- She killed ¹Genio, Vitto and Ste!
Wasn't she supposed to be defenseless!?And what's the deal with that red-head!
Did she get under the protection of the local Don or something!?
²Porca troia!' -holy shit-
He stopped in the middle of the alley.
'That was ³Ciuia Nachara! The Yokohama's Don's second.'
He nervously ran his sweaty palms down his face
'what were the capi -bosses- thinking. Did they want to start a war with the Yokohama Don or something?!'
He knew things hadn't gone well with the operation in the north, his cousin had told him. But to think they would go out of their way to get that- dannata streghetta- damn little witch- back!
She had ruined everything and now they wanted her back!
He kicked a bin in frustration, the noise reverberated in the narrow alley.
It covered the sound of approaching feet.
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