The light lead Katsuki through the slums of the town, a place where he had never been before. He received glares in exchange for stepping around the various peasants splayed along the walkways at every turn he made. He wasn't used to this in the least. At one corner, he stumbled on a young boy's foot. The boy looked up with hollow eyes, shaking the hat in his hand. It made the faintest sound of coins jingling. At least he had collected SOMETHING.
Katsuki reached into his pocket and grabbed a handful of gold coins. This was all he had left, but he wouldn't need it after this. His castle had plenty of savings.
The boy's eyes lit up when the coins dropped into the hat. Katsuki nodded at him before continuing after that floating light.
He realized, as he was walking away, that he hadn't eaten in ages. The money he had given to that boy would feed him for weeks. He should have at least kept some for himself, enough to buy a loaf of bread.
But no matter. He wasn't here to eat. He had a job to do.
The light led him to a shabby building, nearly falling over. This had to be the place.
He pushed open the door as gently as he could to prevent it from falling off the only hinge it has left. The floorboards creaked beneath his boots and he worried that they may collapse completely. They had been right when they said this guy would probably die off on his own. His home alone was a death trap.
The dust on the floor left footprints where he stepped as he followed the light into a musty room in the back of the house. Lying there was a pale man, breathing hoarsely beneath tattered blankets. He was sleeping, but Katsuki knew that it wouldn't take much to wake him. Grabbing the knife at his waist, he steadied himself, preparing for the end of his goal.
He thought about Eijirou, about all the pain he had suffered with because of this guy, the teeth he had lost, the fights he had gone through. He thought about holding his best friend in his arms, feeling how cold his skin was and how still his chest had become. All of that pain was because of this guy. He gripped the knife tighter. This was his chance. The light had brought him here.
When he brought it down against the man's chest, he heard a strong gasp. Hands flailed everywhere, but the movement only made the knife dig in deeper, hitting vitals with every jerk.
The man let out a final shout, blood spewing from his mouth.
"This is for Eijirou." Katsuki hissed as the man breathed his last breath.
He removed the knife, stepping back a few steps. His task was complete.
"Now what?" He asked himself. "What do I do now?"
As a response, the light hovered over his head.
"Oh. So that's what I have to do."
He slipped the bloody knife into his pocket, feet carrying him out of the house.
He had to follow the light.
