It seemed all too easy to forget who and what he was, what they were. They were assassins in the end, violent beings who took life because it was their jobs, because it suited them. Because they liked it. Even when they were crazy and amusing, even when they acted like a family, dysfunctional and dangerous but a family nonetheless, they were still to their core they were still killers.
Naruki shouldn't have been half as surprised by what had occurred as she was, she shouldn't have been confused by the excess of blood and bodies that littered the halls, the rooms, the balconies of the manor; no, not quite bodies, body parts really. Even worse were the ones who were still alive, staring up at the black haired shinobi girl and gasping for assistance; she simply frowned and pulled back away, not taking their hands, not helping them. Their blood stained her black Varia clothes but she didn't care; she looked for the one responsible, the one who killed the underlings so viciously.
She walked through rivers of blood, the remnants of a dangerous fight covering the walls; cuts into the walls, knives, burn marks, bullet holes, all sorts of damage. Going by the open door to the dining room she noticed a familiar hat, drenched in blood; its owner lay beside it on the ground, still, on top of a pool of red. She felt sadness for the boy with the green hair, that emotionless being; but she couldn't stop now. She continued walking.
She found a sword in the hallways, the man with the silver hair sitting against a wall with his head down, long hair obscuring his face. Naruki could tell he wasn't getting up any time soon though. There was no breathing, no screams of "VOI!" from this one anymore; there was a tinge of something to her heart but once more she simply ignored it and went on.
She found the lightning wielder dead outside his beloved boss's room, his body a mess of cuts and gashes; she found the flamboyant necrophiliac collapsed in the balcony overlooking the garden. The greedy baby slept forever in his room, surrounded by bloody bills of money and coins. A blonde girl lay dead on the ground, seeming to have been trying to get to her weapons when struck down. Each person she found and saw, these elite of the Varia who were once so powerful and dangerous, so frightening and imposing, each just reminded her that this was supposed to be normal; assassins killed and were killed, they took life and lost it. For all their laughter and insanity, this was what they were.
Finally she reached the living room and found the culprit covered in the blood of all others, the boss himself sitting slumped in his throne before the killer; Naruki knew the leader, that Xanxus was dead and she stared at him for a second before looking to the killer. Who in turn looked at her, a grin upon his face. There was stillness and silence before she stepped forward.
And bowed before him, lowering her head, saying nothing. The killer laughed the laugh of one driven insane, one who had no sanity left, and tilted her head up towards him with one of his blood stained hands, giggling really now, "Sweet principessa….."
"Long live my prince," she said to him.
"Ushishishi" was the killers response.
