When a flower withers, it can never bloom again.
'What is my purpose?'
Bang!
'To murder?'
"No.. no, plea—!"
Bang!
'To crush foolish humans?'
Crack!
'.. Or to be a puppet?'
The blonde girl steps back from the mass of blood pooling at the ground beneath her feet, watching as the liquid endlessly come and flow around like a stream.
Such a satisfying sight held before her eyes.
'It doesn't matter anymore'
Staring at the lifeless eyes of every single human being she had murdered this night is getting dull for some reason. It no longer held the excitement that once blossomed whenever she's sent out in the dead of night, the thrill, gone. Nothing turns new, everything turns black and white. Such a monochromatic colour. Each passing night, she can feel herself wilting away.
Perhaps it's the way she kills?
No.. that's not it. It doesn't seem like it at all.
She bends over and slides her finger across the pool of crimson, tainting her hands red with blood. Human blood. Perfectly matching the colour of her eye, it made her remember when the head of the organization she's working for slit her eye as punishment. It pained and hurt terribly, but that's what consequences are for, right? Similar to these dead bodies laying against the concrete. They are worthless puppets meant to be discarded, she believed, and every piece of wreckage should be thrown and burned.
A grin slowly lifts her lips up, a chortle escaping her lightly chapped lips as she stands up straight. Her gaze settle forward. Her eye dilated at the sight of the lumped, bloodied corpses that are basically stacked upon one another, acting as if a pyramid of corpses wherein she will stand on the top with her face held high and every inferior being are to bow to her command.
Her chortle turns to a laugh as the seconds passed by, her eye flew to a shut as she threw her head back whilst laughing out to the heavens in the dead of night. Insanity had long took control of her actions and her mind, dividing her sanity and her entire being from the void of reality. Not like she cares, anyway.
Foolish,
Foolish beings!
Yes, they deserve to die—they were born for a reason; to die by her own hands.
Nothing and no one will put a stop to it.
The gun in her clutch was also stained with blood, it's probably the weapon's trademark or something.
The moon is up at it;s highest point in the firmament, basking everything beneath it with a radiant dull glow. In perfect contrast to the small village that's now being eaten by the largest of flames done none other than her. Red, it's a very creative colour to the eye.
The blonde; Rin, who is under the name 'Tsubaki', giggles as she sets the gun to her side. The flower in her hair lost several petals, flying away from her as if to depict something. The sight of the dead bodies made her laugh in a sadistic fashion, yet in spite of this, she can't help but feel something empty in her chest. She long believed that she's only a tool, a weapon to the organization called the Crimson Camellia; incapable of feeling emotions that can only act as her weakness. It's pointless, and she doesn't need it. So why? Why does she feel so empty?
She turns on her heel and walks away with furrowed brows, her white coat in tune with the fleeting wind. Dismissing the screams of the other villagers trapped in the burning houses. Normally, she'd leave no one alive, but this case is quite different than the rest.
Something's just wrong with her.
She feels.. confused, unsatisfied,
Empty.
This kind of situation infuriated her to her limits, thus, starting a killing spree out of nowhere and being punished later on because of her 'stupid actions' as deemed by the head of the organization of the Crimson Camellia; Miku.
'How strange..' she thinks, briefly pausing at her steps in order to glance back at the burning village. The flames tore through the sky, illuminating it with a ferocious scarlet glow. It looks utterly menacing to the eye, as if the flames are actually alive, ready to consume those who are brave enough to stumble near it.
It's strange, indeed.
Usually and normally, he would show up at times like these. He would be here whenever something strikes up, be it a crime or whatever. But tonight, he didn't come. That plain, simple thought clouded the blonde's mind as she resumed on walking onward. No running for the night then. No chase, no fight.. and no one to entertain.
It wasn't even a minute later when she realized what she was doing.
She furiously shakes her head with an annoyed grumble leaving her lips.
Now, why would she be thinking of him? That blonde man who she faced and fought with several times in a row, it was always them who fought. No one seemed to win. With every opportunity taken to fight and end the battle, comes with a short, confusing memory engraved into the back of her mind.
Ren..
That was his name.
She overheard it when she was hiding in secrecy from them, a bluenette who's the type to tease and be serious had called him that before.
Why is he so familiar?
Why does it seem like he's so close to her yet so far away from her reach?
The assassin dives into the shadows of the trees, her feet padding against the crunched leaves beneath her as she traversed along the path to their second hideout perfectly in the heart of the forest near a city. Her heart raced as an image of a young boy appeared in her mind, it was severely blurry—and all that she can make out is his blonde hair and a pair of clear, pretty sky blue eyes. Ah, confusion, confusion, confusion!
She huffs in sheer exasperation as she pulls down her hair, effectively messing up her hairdo. The bun loosened up slightly, and there were strands sticking up everywhere due to her action. Unbeknownst to her, the crimson flower fell out from her hair and landed on the ground, some of it's petals more darker than the original colour. It was withering.
Tsubaki stumbles around, a loud of cry leaving her as images of Ren kept popping in her mind.
Leave, leave, leave!
What is happening to her? She can't get a grip!
"Graah!" she yells in irritation, heavily stomping her feet on the ground. She can feel her heart swirling with what seemed to be emotions, which is rather foreign to her vocabulary. She hates it, she hates him!
But why?
Why is he still stuck in her mind?!
After a few more minutes of thrashing around, the female calms down whilst panting. Sweat trickled down her temple as she groans, deciding on continuing her walk to the hideout. The image still remaining fresh in her vision.
Somehow, just somehow, though.
The more she thinks of him, the more she's reminded even the slightest bit of him, her chest ached. It broke, it shattered, and it sunk. She can't get rid of it, she can't even prevent it from resurfacing.
Tsubaki halts and takes a step back, bends over, and picks up the camellia.
Some petals are currently worn and lightly tattered, probably due to all of the things she've done the past few nights ago. She dismisses this, and sticks it in back in her messy bun as she resumes walking with a confused, sunken heart.
The flower was withering, wilting. And so is her being, her body, and her soul -if she ever has one in the first place-.
When she sees him again, she'll bring an end to this stupid things going on. She'll be the one to end his pathetic life like she did to his girlfriend. Something like this usually isn't that much of an issue, but now, it grew into something more dangerous. Something toxic to her that will serve as her weakness.
She needs to solve this quick, even if the flower is beginning to wither away. She was wilting away, and it was because of him. Solving this matter would put an end once and for all, she'll go through extreme measures just to seal and finish this. Just like what'll happen to him in the future.
End his life, she shall.
Notes:
Hello and welcome to my threeshot 'Tainted Truth'! As you can see, this revolves around the universe of Karakuri Burst. Two more stuff to post and then this thing is simply completed—just like that! Once again, thank you so much for reading!