Her blood had always been like a subtle wine, the taste exotic yet delicate; an enchanting flavor that even years later had lingered on his tongue. In truth, she was his reason to fight; his reason to continue living. Even though it meant he would stain his hands with her crimson existence when he met her next. For years now he had fought, exterminating the blood sucking demons that for as long as he could remember haunted his dreams and the very one that ate away at his soul and sanity. In that time he had grown cold and unfeeling; until the night when his blood began to boil and his eyes alit themselves like flames in the darkest hour of night.
Ikazuchi Hissori knew as soon as she came to the academy that there was a deep, brooding desire hidden within the depths of the stone holding; a past that for years had gone unannounced and tacit. What she experienced however, within that tirade of stone, was far more frightening than she could have ever imagined.
The night had been young and fresh, sun having set to let the night devour the heavens and in turn bring its dark sapphire color to the once mahogany sky. Leaves danced atop the lightest of winds, their waltz creating a chorus of rustles that whistled past the ears, echoing hauntingly as an owl cooed and silence followed for but the smallest of moments. The moon greeted a curious set of jade orbs as it peaked past a few hazy clouds, their design scattered across the firmament. Maize colored tresses disturbed the jade irises from their viewing, long yet delicate curls twisting past the owner's slender brow. Ikazuchi Hissori's white uniform was blazingly bright against the stone archway under which she stood; her slim form rigid with a slight sense of unease.
There was an aching between her shoulder blades, a distinct feeling of lonely betrayal that bled to the bottom of her sternum where she pressed her palm with a stuttering sigh. She scrunched her eyes shut as she shook her head lightly, hoping that if she distanced the thought from her mind her telepathy would simmer and boil quietly until she had found her quarters. She had gotten lost in the maze of corridors, her mind having sought refuge outside of the stone stockade, her psyche having shown her the way. Her body turned quickly as if under sudden control, an arctic shiver racing up her spine as the owl distantly took flight from its perch. Between the flutter of wings and the tremble of fabric, her mind screamed.
A deep and passionate longing that none could comprehend; a minute breeze carrying to her the scent of hurt, torment and oncoming madness. Her legs began to move, pressing her back against the column that supported the large portico above her. Puffy clouds of vapor escaped from between her lips, eyes frozen on the holder of such chaotic emotions. Rosy quartz greeted her beneath taupe colored locks, an empty, unquenchable hunger tinting the man's orbs a finer rose. As he walked, the jingle of a metal chain brought her orbs to his palm which slowly rose to point a loaded gun at her temple. The metal shone as he locked his arm, engraving on the gun's neck twinkling a moment as the moon disappeared behind the darkening sky.
"Bloody… rose—!!"