Ikari Takashi had been hunting for what felt like hours when the reality is it had only been a mere thirty minutes. He was impatient and starving, a combination that could never sit well with him. Ikari was an irrational man, doing whatever he so pleased if it benefited him in any way, shape, or form. So when he had sniffed out the corpse of a shriveling old man, he grew to be joyous, he hadn't realized that he had stepped into a web. Ikari never was too smart, rather too dull for anyone to deal with. It was a surprise that he had even lived to the age of twenty-two, he was full of nothing but stupidity and blind rage. Maybe it was his anger that kept him alive. He hadn't even noticed the other ghoul in the alleyway before he had dared stepped foot into it. Hands had met with flesh, tearing it apart, ripping it to shreds, he couldn't even get a taste before he had heard her voice.
"How idiotic of you." She muses, striding out into his view. She places her left hand on her hip, shifting her weight over onto her left foot. Her right hand comes up to meet her face, index finger lightly tapping her cheek. "It's quite bold my dear to dig into a meal that isn't your own, tell me, what made you just so happily throw yourself into what is mine? Do tell me, I'm curious." She pauses, taking a moment to bring herself closer to Ikari. Figure leans against the brick wall, eyes locking with his. "Spit. It. Out." Her tone had grown to be assertive with small hints of aggression. Meat is thrown to the ground as he rises up, the sudden irritation visible just by his movements. Head cocks to the side, his lips curling into a snarl, "Listen bitch, I don't got the fuckin' time to be sittin' ere' debatin' over a fuckin' meal, if you coulda gotten this fucka down, you can get another one down, so why doncha go hop off and find anotha mothafucka to eat, yeah yeah?" Ikari trudged towards her, kakugan becoming apparent in the blink of an eye.
She cocks her head back and laughs heartily. "How charming Ikari! Do you really think you can intimidate me? I'm the one who slaughtered Mana, what makes you believe you can do anything to me?"
Ikari stops, fists balling up, nails digging into his skin. Mana wasn't just one of the strongest ghouls roaming the streets of Kyoto, she was the one Ikari had wanted to share his life with. He wasn't the softest, or the most loving, yet he had given her his all. So to find out that the woman before him had been the one to murder her, it plucked more than a chord with him. "Yer tellin' me that yer the cock suckin' cunt who killed my lady?"
"Look at you! Understanding words, I'm so proud!"
"I ain't stupid."
"Do you prefer the word... unintelligent?"
"Say whateva the fuck ya want Kumo, but at least Mana ain't known for bein' Southern Higashiyama's biggest whore."
"Mana never got the same attention from men that I do, unlike I, she found herself lacking in the looks department."
"She is beautiful."
"Correction: She was beautiful... to you."
"Ya ain't shit for that one." Ikari states with a grunt. "So how the fuck ya kill er'?" He asks. It's an odd question, it even threw Kumo a bit off guard. She had thought he would've lashed out, strike her, even try to murder her in cold blood. Yet it almost seems as if at this moment he didn't care, or he's hiding it, does he want her to share the details and then carry it out? No, he wouldn't think of that, if he wanted to harm her Ikari would've already made his move. "It was simple," Kumo starts as she places her head against the wall. "Just like you, Mana was rather empty-headed." She's right, while Mana may have been strong, she never really thought things out, just went for what was happening in that very second. "She had decided to get under my skin, a parasite to my life. I didn't like it, not one bit. She had challenged me in my own territory, so I removed the problem. Her head, I ripped it off. I won't bore you with the details."
The act itself was something Kumo remembered to be wonderous. Mana was standing in the middle of the street, weakened by a prior fight with Doves that came from Tokyo. Maybe if she hadn't been such a heavy eater she wouldn't have been on watch. The poor girl had fallen to her knees and begged for Kumo to help her. Yet she is spiteful, she is petty, and goddamn could Kumo hold a grudge.
"Yo-You know I can help...help you rig-right?" Mana gasped, eyes filled with nothing but sorrow and desperation. "Can you really dear?" Kumo mused, letting her right index finger meet with the girl's chin, forcing her to look up. "Yeah-Yeah I can..."
"Don't make yourself sound so needy darling, someone might take advantage of you." Says Kumo. Mana should've known what was going to happen the second that smile had found itself turning at the corners of Kumo's lips. "I just-I just need a hand right-right now!" Spidery fingers had been placed around her neck, Kumo's grip tightening before shoving Mana to the ground. "Arrogance doesn't suit you, love." It was bold of Mana to assume that Kumo needed her help, after all, which one of them was on their knees begging? "I think it's time for you to go."
"Ya fuckin' stupid for that one." He spits, "Do you even know who she related to?"
"That's not important." She hums, "She's dead, and so will her family if they find themselves before me looking for a fight."
He's taken by surprise. In an odd way, he almost found how uncaring Kumo could be as something attractive. But then again, everything about her was beautiful, yet there's burning hot anger coursing through his veins for her. She killed Mana, the light of his life, his star, his moon, his sun to his moon, and she was irreplaceable. "Squash it bitch." He barks, fingers digging into warm flesh. Kumo squints at him in confusion, even after all this he still chooses to eat what's hers. But she decides to let it be. In some fucked way, he looked rather charming covered in blood, even if he didn't make the kill.
Little did the two know that this shared meal would lead to them having much more, especially the unexpected. A child. A baby born out of hatred, this is how Shini Yui Takashi was made.
