Hi guys. I'm new to KHR, this is my first fanfic for it. Read (hopefully enjoy) and review! Flames will be used for roasting marshmallows unless they have a point. Which I'm sure Byakuran will be very happy about. Please no spoilers. Please please please. heh.
A lone figure stood on a roof, silhouetted against the silver light of the moon. It was in the middle of a downpour, the rain falling so heavily that there was barely enough space to breathe.
Mammon looked down, down at the empty, rain-washed streets below her. The rain dripped off her hood, gathering as tiny drops before falling off. She tracked the progress of the individual droplets with her eyes, watching as they fell to the ground and their perfectly spherical forms were shattered.
How hard would it be? How much would it take? Just one step. One small step. A trip. A stumble.
And it would be over.
The pain in her chest whenever she saw him.
The constant hurt.
The empty feeling inside of her that tore her apart, every second of every day.
The tilt of his head, the slope of his nose, the curve of his smile…
They'd never hold her hostage again.
She was an assassin. Killing was her specialty; she did it every day without a second thought.
Only difference would be that the victim would be herself, this time.
She shifted her foot, about to make her move, when suddenly, a bullet grazed past her face, making her stumble… but in the wrong direction.
Flinching back from the bullet, she lost her balance, and fell…
Sprawling across the hard concrete of the roof.
Confused, she scrambled back to her feet, pushing her rain-slicked hair back from her face.
In the darkness of the night, all she could see was a lone figure standing on a roof, silhouetted against the silver light of the moon.
He tipped his fedora with his gun, turned on his heel, and left.