An: So many updates this week and I still haven't put out anything yet. ;;; Ah, I've never been happy posting prologues and this is actually more of a teaser/shameless plugging… heh, I wanted to feel a little productive though. Besides, the way things are going, these scenes weren't going to fit well in chapter one anymore.
This story is being written with an alternate set of events to some of episode seven and all of episode eight in mind. Enjoy your cliches.
Warning: Murder ahead.
Disclaimer: I own Black Rock Shooter. *mauled by lawyers* Of course not.
There was a little blue in her hair, if the light caught it wrong.
Mato eyed it for a moment, hand brushing against it before falling back to her side. Sunrise hurried, warmth clashing with the morning breeze ghosting over the water, pouring a wealth of golden orange into the river that obliterated her reflection. Tiny stars still swimming in its surface vanished, breaking the early morning spell that held the girl's attention.
Fingers found her skirt, balling against the material as Mato looked up to face the morning. Something flared in her chest, irritated. Why she had felt so compelled to revisit this spot was hard to explain, but.. it had seemed right. Like something she just should do, the only thing she really could do as a sign of gratitude.
"Mato." The voice was carefully light, hesitant. Blue eyes flickered back over her shoulder, meeting Yomi's green in response. The taller girl's hands were clamped safely around her school bag, unsure of exactly what they should be doing. Maybe just afraid that reaching for her friend would be the wrong thing to do right now. Comforting people was hard, Yomi had realized. "We should get going."
Right. They'd been standing out here forever, hadn't they? School was going to start soon.
"Ah, I spaced out! Sorry." Mato rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly, an apologetic grin slipping onto her face while she hurried. Calloused fingers caught the strap of the black haired girl's own satchel, sneakers scuffing against the walkway as they hurried up the embankment, in very real danger of being late. "Let's go."
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Eyes clouded in deep vermillion glittered with mirth, delicate fingers flinging a matching tie over their owner's ruffled dress shirt, a leather-bound chair squeaking as the person plopped into it without ceremony. Messy black hair clung to the sitter's neck in an uneven wolf-cut, ruffled from things only the maids bothered to gossip about. All who'd worked at the mansion for any length of time had learned to neither doubt nor question their employer's morning activities. "Hey, Saburo~"
The 'plip-plip' of crimson tea dripping onto sugar seemed to rouse the only other guest at the table, eyelids flickering weakly at the sound. Slumped over at the master's right hand, an older man wheezed awake, wrinkled and scarred with a lifetime of deeds that were hard to believe in his current frailty.
"You know, I was wondering when you were finally going to retire. You've been here since Dad ran the place."
Knots bit into paper-thin skin, arms swelling under pressure from the cords binding them tightly to the chair. The aged servant, Saburo, was aware of nothing except the cool wood pressed against his face and his employer's voice.
"I'm kind of sad you decided to be rude about it though." The red-eyed heir brought a cup to grinning lips, at odds with the words. "You know.. you know what you've done, right? My special, little treasure is missing and you're the one at fault. You've been with us since I was a kid and I really thought you got it. I thought you understood."
Glass shattered, scarlet screaming from where the shards planted themselves in Saburo's cheeks, throat shriveling closed on a scream. Fingers gouged deep into the man's small neck, free hand snatching a fistful graying hair before picking his head up and slamming it back into the table with a crack. Then again, and again, endlessly.
"You were supposed to keep it safe." Absolute darkness devoured everything in the boardroom except for the two of them, the glee normally reflected in his master's eyes drowning in rage. The words boiled over, dripping with the desperate urge to break and tear and rip. "You swore an oath, you promised I could trust you."
Saburo's legs flailed, lungs starving for air as he was lifted chair and all above the floor. There was a moment of weightlessness, black beating against his vision as something in the servant's throat collapsed under the pressure, dark red drenching white clothing. "Liar!" Glass shattered again, sunlight blazing against his eyes before everything came to a halt with an abrupt thump.
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End Note: Well, there you go. Now that I've gotten rid of that insatiable urge to post something, time to study. Expect to see more when I conquer the rest of these scenes.