He walked through the tundra, the combat boots causing indentions into the heavy snow. It no longer bothered him; after all he has lived in Siberia for close to six years now. He no longer cared about the fate of his race, almost regretting what he had done back in Japan, having seen more and more Diclonius be more violent. That's why he stayed in Siberia, not many people themselves and thus very few Diclonii. On top of this he rarely saw anyone, living in the more isolated sections of the area with an English woman he like him, ran to escape the problems back home, her name was Marie.
Reaching the small cabin they lived at the man discarded his heavier clothing at the door, his thick coat, wool hat and the boots. He ran his pale hand through the now longer black locks, his fingers splitting when he reached his horns. He walked through the rather cozy resort-turned-home in a white wool sweater and thickly padded wool pants. He would have remained moving down to his room till a feminine voice hang out, "Oh your back Kyofu."
Kyofu turned and noticed the blonde woman walking towards him. She too was like him, not that the both of them were Diclonius, but that they both were trying to escape something. She was a British girl, Marie she called herself, seemingly in her early thirties at the latest and with a smile that would beckon demons. Hair that was the equal to gold, flowing around her shoulders as she came to Kyofu. Marie was now before Kyofu, wrapping her slender sweater covered around his neck, her lips softly gliding against his.
Kyofu at first was merely standing there, his body stiff. He still attempted to get used to human things like how close they get with one another. Even when he was with this woman for close to the six years he left Japan he still found it odd whenever she got close to him. Eventually though Kyofu's arms found their place at her hips, bordering between her sweater and jeans, his lips returning their embrace as he felt his feet being pulled from under him, with Marie pulling him towards the fireplace, his vectors already at work removing her clothing.
Outside the cabin they moved silently, the improvised militia held their makeshift weapons, the only people who would react to Kyofu's appearance. The Russian Government was firm against any action towards Diclonius, due to already rocky relationships with the Democratic world and thus was waiting for what Japan was deciding to do with their kind. Of course, their motives were far more than simple discrimination, a smirking figurer wearing wool laced coat, fur hat and dark glasses spoke in a voice hardened by hate, "Don't kill him…simply his girl. I want him to suffer."
He did not remember the full events of what happened, Kyofu simply remembered the mob charging in, taking Marie and than…he could not remember the rest. His body was stiff and cold; his naked form resting in the snow as he slowly came to, his eyes readjusting to the light. His hands gripped at the snow as he slowly raised his blue and near frozen body out of the snow, when he looked around he recognized he was outside his home and that he was surrounded by people, whose faces were slowly changing from anger, to fear.
It was then that he saw the sight before him, that image he wished never to see before or since. He trotted over to the blood stained snow and fell to his knees before the beaten form of Marie. His hands trembled as his fingers reached out and gripped at her blood soaked hair, so occupied with her that Kyofu did not notice a few of the villagers starting to creep up on him with weapons drawn.
It was when he heard the shouts for someone to stop did he realize someone aimed to kill him as well. He no longer cared about his pacifist ways as his vectors easily reached towards the man creeping up behind him and ripped him to shreds. The fear induced screams were deaf to the blood soaked snow and Kyofu, he slaughtered all of them, leaving none in even identifiable shape. His eyes lifeless in the crimson as the snow all around him had became a deep red with little white being found for few feet in all directions.
He left Marie's body in the snow, he saw no point to bringing her inside, she was long dead. As he walked through the house he left blood and snow footprints, the cold no longer disturbed him as he headed for the shower more to cleanse the blood off of him. However, as Kyofu walked the old phone on the wall rang out. He was in no mood to talk, but he was going to need some time to get out of here and whoever was on the other end would find it suspicious if no one answered. Kyofu took a hold of the white phone, leaving blood fingerprints on it as he brought it to his ear, "Hello?"
"Oh Kyofu I'm sorry I could not call earlier…they already got you didn't they?" Spoke an oddly familiar female voice.
"How do you know?" Kyofu asked bluntly, his rage returning.
"…You don't remember me do you?" The voice asked, somewhat showing anger as well.
"You sound familiar, but I'm more of less pissed off that someone is talking about me and Marie getting attacked by a mob just seconds after it happened!"
"Look Kyofu, I was an associate with your old friend Nousou. It's hard to explain but…six year ago you fought a diclonius, remember that?"
"Yeah…I felt sorry for her…but she couldn't have done this, there's no way she could have lived." Kyofu got out, now trying to surprise his anger at who this person was. Nousou was a bastard, and his associates were no better. He only met Nousou once, but Kyofu was sure it led to Nousou's control devices.
"Kyofu, she was Nousou's prodigy, she was the first he tested the devices on, she survived when they were removed and what the reports tell me, she had a bad case of Stockholm syndrome following its removal. Of course he was already dead so the government took her; she had the full support of anti-diclonius movements and of the Japanese government of the time. She can't use vectors…but they did manage to keep her alive."
