Night time was silent and only a single person's footsteps could be heard amidst the stony silence in Kyoto's streets. A figure with a black cape walked slowly and silently with her face hidden by a long hood. Today was a special moon and it's moonlight bathed houses and streets with a brilliant bright light.
" What a hassle. I'm pretty sure I won't find her here either. Where is the world is Chizuru?"
Suddenly a single person's footsteps melded with another person's footsteps. However these footsteps were uneven and ragged. The cloaked figure wanted turned around contemplating the fact that he may be drunk and need some assistance. However something told her that she actually would regret it if she saw who it was.
" Excuse me sir, are you okay?"
The reply was just a series of unhuman gurgles and laughs. Still resisting the urge to turn around, a shiver passed through the stranger's body. Suddenly she heard the sharp scraping ring of a sword being pulled out of a scabbard. Her hand instinctively pulled her own sword out of its sheath and whirled around. Metal met metal with a loud ringing sound. The force caused her to pull back and she got a second to look at her opponent. Glowing beady red eyes met her eyes and and a crazed smile graced a hideously white pale face. White stringy hair flowed from the crazed creature's head. Was this even a person? Getting ready to strike again she rain forward. The monster didn't even blink twice before countering her attack.
" Ugh this isn't going to work." she thought," I have to make another approach."
Instead of lunging like she had done the past five times, she stopped in her tracks and stuck her sword back into its sheath. Just exactly as she had hoped the crazed man ran towards her ready to attack. Only her mouth was showing as her hood covered her face. Her mouth was twisted into a smirk as she whispered," Well… Gotcha."
She pulled her sword out of the sheath with brisk speed but heavy power and slashed at the white haired man's chest. The sound of blood spurting out from an open wound was relief to her ears. Her small plan had worked. However her victory was much short lived as much to her horror, the " thing" was still moving and very much alive. In Fact, the man looked even more invigorated and crazed with bloodlust. Suddenly she suddenly heard a silent " help". Inside she saw a man. Not with her eyes. But with her spirit as she gazed hard into the red glowing eyes. A man sat alone grabbing his head and shaking. " help me. Help me. Help me. I didn't mean to kill people. Just kill me. Do it." He was in immense pain as he stared longingly at her eyes. What could she do. However while she was distracted something sharp and and cold ran across her back. The cold sensation turned hot and stung with a fury. She cursed herself silently," Damn it. My sixth sense keeps on distracting me. I even let him take a snip at me!"
With her injured back she backed up and turned to the defensive as she was being corned. When her back touched a wooden wall she felt a sharp paralyzing pain stab through her back as he wound made contact with some splinters. Desperate and hurt she made a furious stab at the creature's head. The red eyed man let out a final shriek and snort and its head sliced off the neck and dropped with a thud. Slowly the body fell over and she half expected it to regenerate somehow like it did before. Three minutes passed before she wiped her sticky blood soaked sword on the monster's baby blue and white coat. It looked so familiar, the blue and white. IT was something to do with Shin. She was just too tired to think about it.
" Excuse me sir. Did you do this?"
A calm steady voice made her look up to see dark purple eyes. Long purple hair tied into a ponytail flowed from a pale skinned man. He had calm eyes and his face had no emotions. She took a step foward to try to explain but suddenly she felt so tired and a heavy blanket of darkness washed over her. Her mind was out like a light. The last thing she could think of was Chizuru.
The figure fell onto the ground. Saito wasn't so sure how to react. He originally wanted to question the boy to ask what had happened but he just passed out. Okita's footsteps walked towards him and he said," Mah, you didn't kill him Hajime-kun, did you?"
" No I didn't. He just passed out on the floor."
" Well anyways. I looked around and there are no other footsteps belonging to anyone but his, pointing to the boy," I think he's the one who killed the failed test subject. There's nothing to say except...ol' Hijikata won't be happy at all."
Sarto nodded. The last time Chizuru had been taken in, Hijikata was pretty mad. How would he react this time? He sighed knowing that this was inevitable.
" Okita-san. Take the boy's body and carry him back to headquarters. The others will know how to deal with him."
He left it so there were no questions that could be asked. When they got back, they would have quite a bit of explaining to do. " Poor pitiful little guy. It was just sheer bad luck. Life isn't fair though and he'll just have to deal with consequences.
" We're back!"
Everyone was sitting in the dining room and quietly ate their dinner. When the failed test escaped there had been a harrowing search for it and everyone was tired. Saito had first went in to check in that they had arrived safely back.
Hijikata harrumphed and said," Did you find the Rasetsu?"
" Yes. However we encountered some umm difficulties."
His eyebrows raised in confusion and Okita walked in. He carried the bloody body of the boy causally and dropped the him on the ground without a second thought.
" Hey Okita, have some respect and don't just go throwing bodies here and there! I think he's still alive!" yelled red haired Harada.
Okita snickered and laughed sarcastically," Yeah it's still alive and maybe a little drop will make him wake up a bit faster."
Harada gave him a disdainful look. Hijikata rubbed the bridge of his nose. Everyone else stared.
However, Okita was right as the boy just started to move and groan. Kondou gave a concerned glare and motioned for everyone to remain silent. He himself walked over and removed the soft hood and cloak from her body as her eyes fluttered open in alarm. She wondered," Where am I?! Who are all these people?! What happened?"
Suddenly she felt pressure on her hands as she felt the rough scratchy texture of a rope forcing her hands to her back and tying them together. Her eyes frantic and searched around for anyone who could help me. Those purple eyes. The ones who glowed brighter than the moon. Please...help me.