Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I thought I'd give something new a try. I hope you like it. If you do, I might just do another one.
Her body laid limp, unmoving sprawled on the grass. Her attacker watched with a cruel sickening grin on their face as her blood dripped down her arm onto the street. Her face frozen with fear, her lifeless eyes glossed over forever replaying the last haunting seconds she witnessed, her mouth partly open from the horrifying, painful scream she made right before she was murdered. The mere thought of her scream sent pleasurable shivers down her attacker's spine as they thought about how beautiful it had sounded to their ears and the knowledge that they were and would be the only one ever to force her to make that sound for them.
Her hair once washed and straightened laid beneath and around her body in waves now soaked in mud, dirt, and her blood. Her nails once manicured were now dull and covered with blood from her failed attempts at fighting off her attacker. Her clothes once clean and neat as she could get them that morning were now a mess and filthy by the very same person she was attempting to look beautiful for.
Souta leaned over his sister's lifeless body and smiled one last time before he walked away with his hands in his pockets heading home to where he would finish packing his bags. 'There's no one to keep us apart now.' He thought as he stopped walking and took the Shikon no Tama out of his pocket. He stared at it for a while with a satisfied look on his face before he continued walking while putting it back into his pocket failing to notice the jewel slowly turn pitch black with a hint of flickering pink in the middle.