"Hey, you hear? Apparently the Binge eater has a sister. Want to know something even crazier? She's in town." A deep voiced Ghoul sparked a conversation with his friend, as they feasted upon a dead corpse. As they dug their teeth into the hard flesh, they watched as each tendon slowly ripped apart with each tug. This amused him, causing him to continue his meal in pleasure.
"Heh," His friend chuckled, with a mouth full of flesh. "I ain't scared of some new ghoul. As long as she don't get involved in my business, she can go to hell." He dragged his arm across his blood covered mouth. A groaned escaped his dark haired friend, as he tossed aside his meal.
"Man, I've heard rumors about her. They're not pretty. Don't fuck with her if you see her, alright? Besides, no one even knows her identity. She could be fake for all I know. The dumb asses here make up a lot of bullshit. I wouldn't trust it."
They both stopped talking, letting the wind of the night break the silence. No one knew of who this supposedly ghoul had been. Rize had been well known, her reputation both negative and positive in many different aspects. The thought of her having a sister was beyond imagination. With no evidence of her ever speaking of having family, her death had proved that she did. Though her death was quite sudden, it was a shock to many other ghouls in the city. Some had even been relieved.
"Hmm? Is it nice to gossip in front of someone?" A voice echoed above them both. It was a soft, yet snarky tone of voice, though they both knew it was that of a woman's. "Especially if the person whom you are speaking about is right in front of you." She suddenly flew down from the tall building, causing both of them to jump of fright. "Right gentlemen?" She finished, not showing one inch of a grin.
"Who...Who are you?" The devil like ghoul yelled out to her, hands clenched in fists.
Her expression was not showing any signs of humor. Still as a statue, she stood there in front of them both. As she made eye contact with the ghoul who had been much more mature than his friend, she turned her gaze away to meet her challengers. His eyes had turned a bright red, and wide black pupil. Hers, still remained a glassy purple.
"When I ask you a question..." He approached her closer, a devilish grin on his face. "You answer! Ya some kind of bitch or somethin'?
"You're irritating me."
"Huh? What did you sa-" His sentence finished automatically, although the sudden spurt of blood offered to finish it off for him. A puddle of dark, red substance surrounded his feet, while his knees soon gave in, causing his body to start twitching. He looked up at the mysterious woman with sudden fright, though it was almost impossible to make out her appearance. Feeling pain spread throughout his body yet again, he turned his head around, only to see his friend had left him stranded. As the purple haired beauty crouched down, she took his chin into her red painted claws.
"See? You're always alone in the end. No one is truly your friend. I pity you for not noticing earlier." Her red eyes stared deeply into his pleading, fearful ones. Ending his pain, her hand flew straight his chest, grabbing a hold of the only thing that kept him alive.
As she watched his expression of shock, it soon wiped off, ending with a pale complexion of death. Releasing him from her grasp, she threw his body aside, treating it like litter on the streets. She walked past him, feeling no sense of guilt or regret. She hadn't bothered to feel such things. More like she was taught not to. As she thought about the words just spoken to the now deceased ghoul, she realized how the only person that could not make her feel such a way was Rize. That's all she had left. The woman's name you ask?
Felony Kamishiro.