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Tsubaki ?¿ ~ Features

Again, another character who just doesn't have a last name. What is up with Strike Tanaka and making characters with no last names??

And also, I'm actually writing Tsubaki without being asked to, praise me.

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Looking up at the sky, (f/n) felt a droplet of rain hit her head, which was quite peculiar since it was in the middle of summer and there were no darker clouds in the sky.

(f/n) just shrugged and continued walking, but when the scenery around her changed from authentic Japanese to blood-red and black specks, she stopped and felt her heartbeat get faster.

"Well, well, well," a voice spoke from behind her, and the sound of wooden sandals connecting with the ground was enough to make (f/n) turn around faster than light.

She was met with a tall - taller - man than herself, who was wearing a black yukata with red, camellia flowers on the arms. He had short, black hair and glistening red eyes, ones that (f/n) almost couldn't see behind the black sunglasses he worse, but she still found him a little attractive.

But before she could say anything, the strange man harshly grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her into a nearby alleyway, clamping his hand over her mouth to stop her from screaming as he pinned her against a wall.

"Such a pretty face," he sighed, a bunch of camellia flowers falling from the inside of his sleeve to form into a katana. "Such a shame you'll have to die now."

But (f/n) wasn't at all scared or nervous by this strange man's words or actions; she was focusing too much on the beautiful features of this man.

"Tsubaki," she whispered, and the male's eyes widened.

"You...you know me?" He asked quietly, and (f/n) nodded.

"You killed my parents," she let out through a laugh as she looked down at his yukata. "But I still think you have the most beautiful eyes."

With that, she looked back up at Tsubaki's face, lightly taking off his sunglasses so she could get a better look at his beautiful face and his pincer white fangs which sparkled in the reflection of the sunlight.

"Why do you kill people, Tsubaki?" (f/n) asked, her voice shaking slightly as her hands moved to cup the sides of his face.

"I...I don't know..." He whispered, and (f/n) gave him a sad smile.

"I'm sure people would much rather admire your beautiful features rather than see the remorse on your face when you kill them," she reassured, and Tsubaki dropped his katana on the ground, his eyes wide and mouth agape slightly at the words coming from a complete stranger.

What was this feeling he was feeling?

Guilt?

Love?

Regret?

All of a sudden, Tsubaki felt tears fill his eyes, and before he could do anything about them, he was crying, and (f/n) was wiping his tears away.

"Don't cry, Tsubaki," she begged. "It's ok, you felt you had to, I'm not angry."

"Please stop crying."

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What the fuck have I just written someone needs to burn this piece of writing.