I do not own Tsukihime, Kara no Kyoukai, or their characters. They were created by and belong to Kinoko Nasu and Type-Moon. Although, these aren't the Shikis that lived through those events...

He could feel the gaze of a hunter on him.

The Satsujinki laughed to himself. He had been leading this homicidal impulse throughout the town, finally stopping in a blind alley to confront his pursuer.

"I know you're there," he called out, seemingly to no one. "Step forward, and I'll promise to make your death quick and painless."

Footsteps, sounding like they came from boots, stepped forward. A young woman's voice laughed. "Sorry, but I won't be the one dying here."

"Oh? You think so?" the Satsujinki began to smirk. It was a killer's smirk, confident in its superiority. "I'm going to have to disagree." Trying to gather a little information before he kills her, he changes the subject; "Tell me, which Dead Apostle are you working for? What did he offer you, eternal life?"

"Dead Apostle?" She didn't seem to know what that was. "I work for Aozaki Touko. She told me to kill you, so I could go back to my world."

"Aozaki?" he muttered. A name he hadn't heard in years. Someone related to his Sensei?

The Satsujinki recalled something said to him many years ago, on the day he first received his glasses, the glasses that were now worthless. "I had quite a time stealing the Mystic Eye Killer from my older sister to make this Aozaki Aoko masterpiece!"

Her older sister? They must not be on good terms, then. Then again, Sensei did blatantly admit she stole from her.

He rolls his head back, now facing the sky. "So why would Sensei's sister want me dead?" he spoke to the girl.

"Not a damn clue." Her language wasn't very becoming of a woman. "I'm just hoping you'll be a little bit of a challenge. Killing someone who can't fight back isn't any fun."

The Satsujinki chuckled. "You and I are a lot alike, then." He pulled the bandages from his eyes, but they remained closed. "What's your name, girl?"

The sound of a knife being drawn. "Ryougi Shiki."

"Shiki? Your employer has a sense if humor. I haven't introduced myself in years: I'm Tohno Shiki." He opens his eyes. Shining blue in the full moon's light, they gaze upon his victim. A red leather jacket over a blue kimono, black hair, pale skin, and a beautiful, but stoic, face, her cold eyes shining blue in the moonlight...

She speaks what both realize. "The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception...? How is that possible?"

Tohno's blood begins to stir. Looking at her was like standing at the edge of the Void. This woman wasn't a normal human, and it wanted to kill her. To cut her up into pieces. To slice through that beautiful flesh. Just like the princess all those years before. Murder was like sex to that blood, and it wanted to be satisfied now.

"I see," he says, pulling his own knife, engraved with the words "Seven Nights," from his pocket. "We're the weapons in their war."

For a moment, they simply stare into each others' eyes, gripping their own weapons. They will both enjoy this. The dance of death will thrill ever fiber of their respective beings. Each lusted for the other's blood.

Two killers stood, gazing at each other.

The clang of metal striking metal echoed through the air.