She smiled as she watched her shattered cauldron burn to the ground, the bodies of the dead burning with it. The flesh melting off their bones and their blood boiling from the intense heat.
She looked at her fox as he stood amongst the dead. His eyes filled with pain and confusion.
"W-what did you do?!" He screamed at the red eyed, white haired lady, still refusing to accept what had happened.
"It was all for you." she whispered coldly, her insanity dripping of every word. "My stand-in Hanten, that worthless Kumagawa, the bimbo Medaka; I could not allow them hurt my perfect man without them feeling the consequences."
He looked around, she did all this? Killed the students, working staff and destroyed the Academy? Did she…
Did she kill because he was the perfect Human?!
He fell to his knees and covered his mouth with his bloodstained hand, unable to stop the sudden gush of bile.
"Bitch…." He chocked out, the sick spilling from his mouth, gagging from the horrid taste. "Master Iihiko, Zenkichi, Mr. Kumagawa and Doraemon were right about you all along!" He cried, painful tears running from his darkened eyes. "You never cared about anyone but yo-"
The girl gave a strangling grip by the neck in a blink of an eye and held him down on the crimson ground. She bent down, looking her beloved in the eye, to make her words known.
"You are never to say that to me ever, you of all people." She spat the words, rage in every word, rage that made him fear her to a point that he wanted to run away, away from everything. She saw his fear as she loosened her grip, but still kept a tight hold.
"Did I scare you, my precious husband?"
The smaller boy said nothing; as she picked him up by his throat and brought him to her chest, wrapping her free arm around his stiff body. Holding her vulnerable love close to her, she trailed kisses from his neck up to his lips.
"My Suneo, mine forever." she chants in a whispered frenzy.
She held her beloved there, his eyes now lifeless and numb. The flames surrounding them, but it was okay, it didn't matter. Everything was perfect.
He laid still, an empty shell hugged by a murderess. Blood covered them both. But the blood belonged to the people who lay slain on the ground.
Najimi Ajimu didn't care if Suneo Honekawa hated her, he would soon grow to love her, even if she had to force that love onto him. She didn't care that tears are running from the boy's eyes or that she was the cause of the boy's pain. It didn't matter. As long as she was the only one causing him pain…...it wouldn't matter.
Because blood was such a nice colour on her ribbons.
Now... next on her list: naming their unborn daughter.
