I step forward and pull my sword deliberately from its sheathe. Stomach churning, I raise my arm high and bring it down, hard, through Shinoa's stunned body. The tip erupts from her abdomen, caught on frayed threads from her uniform and slick with blood.
Speechless, Shinoa's prone body fell to the ground.
Her panting starts up slowly, interrupted only by her hiss of, "It won't kill me."
"Maybe not," I reply, trying to sound nonchalant, to pretend that my heart isn't racing, that I'm not disgusted by the sight of her grunting in the grass. "But I can."
Kumizuki steps forward impatiently, still holding Yoichi behind him. "Listen, Shinoa, you can tell us where Ferid is, or we can kill you. It's your choice."
Her eyes squeeze shut, her breaths ragged. Sweat beads on her forehead while blood pearls into her skin and seeps into the swaths of fabric of her uniform.
"Fine," Shinoa growls, a sob rattling her chest. "He's in Shinjuku. Just... Just let me go, don't kill me."
Kumizuki, Mika, who's been oddly silent the entire time, and I share a look.
"Alright." I concede. "But you're coming with us, and if you're lying, you'll regret it."
Mitsuba, who showed up sometime during the exchange, ungratefully grumbles something about rooks getting involved and making everything messy as she drags Shinoa toward the truck that she had prepared. Cautiously, she pulls out a rope and binds Shinoa, who makes no effort to resist.
Soon, Shinoa has been shoved into the back of the truck, and the four of us had set about packing our belongings away.
A.N. AND FINALLY, IT'S THE UPDATE THAT YOU THOUGHT WAS NEVER GOING TO COME.
HUZZAH.
Sorry, it's kinda short.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Shadow From The Past
Fiksi Penggemar* This story can also be viewed in Espanol* After the plague and the death of the Hyakuya Orphanage, the children must go their separate ways; Mika to royalty and then to the dark alleys, and Yuu to a secret society of rebels. They met on the stree...
