He moves slowly, silently, each step painstakingly measured to minimize the chances of being discovered. His target is in sight, completely unaware of his presence, too busy assembling another of her creations.
One hand goes over his shoulder and wraps around the handle of his weapon, a blade of untold power, capable of felling any enemy foolish enough to stand against him. Inch by inch he removes it from its sheath; it gleams by the light of the computer screens, an instrument of death and destruction.
His prey looks up from her work and he freezes, preparing for the worst. His white armor helps him blend with his surroundings, but at that distance a simple glance over her shoulder would be enough to expose him.
A second passes, then two; he remains perfectly still, blade gripped tightly in his hands. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, his quarry shakes her head, mumbles something indistinct and returns to her task.
Had he still been human, he would have given a sigh of relief; instead he shifts his stance, preparing to strike. He tenses the muscles in his arms, and then, like a trap springing into action, swings the blade in a wide arc.
The sword slices through the air, reaches its destination and continues on, making but a small murmur that is drowned by the low hum of machinery.
A perfect cut.
His retreat is as swift as his attack, and he is gone before the top half of his target topples over with a small thump.
He should be above emotions, yet he can't help but feel, as he puts several hallways between him and the target, the satisfaction of a properly executed mission.
Kokonoe turns around in alarm, eyes darting all over the room. Her survey returns no answers as to why she feels a sudden onset of anxiety, as if someone was observing her.
Shaking it off as the mild paranoia any good researcher experiences every so often, she goes for a lick of her very last lollypop, only to discover that the only thing in her hand is the plastic stick upon which, barely a minute ago, rested her delicious treat.
Another quick, and rather more frantic, inspection of the room reveals that her precious candy is now inside the dustbin, soiled beyond any hope of recovery. As she gazes at it, distraught, a quiet, gravelly chuckle floats in from the hallway, and goes completely unnoticed by the scientist.
A/N: Hakumen might be one of the Six Heroes and all, but somehow, I don't think he's above petty vengeances like this.
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