in the shade of trees ; n. chuuya

.sept

Ineko's eyes are slanted as she positions herself to charge at any moment, while the overpowerful drug lords aim for her and cocking their guns.

Before either side can do anything though, a disturbance in the rippling of the crowd becomes apparent and the coarse voice furiously yelling,

"Rashoumon!" causes both sides to become confused and disorientated. Red lightning flashes through the crowd and the screams of people fill the air. Suddenly, the dead man gains many companions for his trip to hell.

"Akutagawa?" Ineko asks in confusion but shrugs it off. She begins firing bullets at the drug lords as well, her mouth stretched into a wide smirk as laughter rips through her. She struggles to withhold the temptation to throw grenades, since Akutagawa is somewhere within the crowd as well. After battling her instincts for a while, she stands up straight again and narrowly misses a whizzing bullet.

"Fuck," she curses when no more bullets are fired. "Fucking barrel is empty."

She fumbles to reload the gun, but someone shoves a metal barrel against the back of her head and kicked her spine, causing her to cry out and crash onto the ground. Ineko rolls around just in time as a bullet drills through the ground, asphalt spraying up and biting at her cheeks and eyes. She wrestles with her attacker for a brief moment, kicking wildly and furiously as she struggles to point the gun somewhere other than herself.

"?!" Her attacker coughs blood straight into her face, causing her to cry in disgust. Then he slumps down, and Ineko can see a rod pierced through his back and Akutagawa standing over both of them.

She shoves the body off her and stands up.

"Thanks," she nods her head and turns back around to satisfy her blood lust more as she picks up the gun from her attacker's rapidly cooling hands.

Bang

Bang

Most of Ineko's shots find their mark perfectly, with only a couple of stray bullets every now and then. After living most of her life on a pirate ship where the most frequented weapon were huge barrel guns and cutlasses, she feels delighted whenever she gets her hands on a gun that she can independently use; thus she trains her shooting accuracy more often than not.

"Ah, my poor blade," she pauses in her rampage and pats her sheath, swooning over how rough yet smooth it feels underneath her worn hands. "Akutagawa!" she yells. He grunts in reply as he dodges a crowbar and sends his Rashoumon at the attacker. "Move out of the way! My baby is humming for blood, and it would be cruel to deny her, wouldn't it?" Ineko smiles sweetly down at her semi drawn blade, dimples and all.

Akutagawa sighs. He realises that her rampage is more than enough, and if she begins using her cutlass, she will not only kill all the people here, but go off and kill all the innocent, fear stricken slaves as well.

Not that he minds, though, as he firmly believes that the weak die to carve a path for the strong, but Dazai would be disappointed. He knows that he succumbed to the satisfying feeling of killing the weak, and he hates the fact he lost control.

Akutagawa turns around and his Rashoumon knocks the blade out of her hand, causing her to whip her head up in surprise and anger. He sends out another attack, his red lightning striking her shoulder. Ineko grunts in pain before rolling to the side, narrowly missing a deadly strike to her throat. She pants and wipes a trickle of sweat, her eyes piercing through Akutagawa.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she hisses and she ducks another piercing rod.

"That's enough," he growls before retracting his Rashoumon. A bullet whizzes towards his head, but it stops mid-air, causing the attacker to cry out in fear and alarm. No matter, though, because his voice soon becomes nothing as Ineko points her gun and fires. Nothing else stirs anymore- except for the fluttering of blood-stained cloths on the numerous bodies littered across the place. Akutagawa coughs into his hand, his eyes sliding over to the direction of the ominous footsteps.

"This mission was designed as infiltration," Chuuya spits as he walks out of the shadows with Dazai in step. Both of their eyes are clouded with a look that Ineko can't decipher, but soon their stunning eyes are blazing with anger.

"You two," Dazai's voice is husky with malice as he smiles dangerously. "Come."