A/N (14.09.16): I originally wrote this as an experiment and soon realized I actually liked writing blood and gore. And I've decided to continue writing small or big chapters, the lenght will honestly depend on my mood that day but I will write more of this - that you can be sure of but I'm not a regular updater. But I'll try to post once a month from now on.
This author's note was written after the first three chapters were published - and after these yes, there will be some more concrete plot. Please do still read it and comment on it. I'm trying to improve my writing and constructive criticism is always welcome! Enjoy.
She held his gaze before she grinned ever so slightly, showing bright white teeth and placed her open palms on his naked chest. The male underneath her growled and planted his hands on her waist, rubbing the inside of her thighs against his loins. Waves of pleasure shot through her body and she exhaled loudly, staring up at the ceiling. That triggered him, stopping him momentarily only to open his zipper and take out his dripping cock.
Misaki's eyes widened in pleasant surprise but she'd had enough of that.
"No." She grabbed the hand going for her shorts.
"You knew what was going to happen when you came into my house, bitch. Now drop the clothes," he pulled his hand from her grip ad threw her off balance, climbing on top of her.
"Yes, I did," she muttered and willed her eyes to shift to the common black and red colors of her species.
The male's eyes went wide with shock and he pulled back, struggling to get to his feet, his hands making skidding sounds on the wooden floor until one of them caught a piece of clothing on the way and he slipped, his back making loud contact with the floor.
Misaki pulled herself up using the couch next to her and trailed to the fallen human as he grunted from the fall. When her shadow covered his face, his eyes darted to hers, tears streaming down his face and snot running down his nose.
Her lips rose to a scowl and she smashed his skull with her rinkaku as he opened his mouth to scream, blood squirting from his neck as his heart pumped blood a couple more times not realizing the male was already dead. "What a waste," she murmured looking at his still hardened member.
She found his gym bag in the laundry room as it was usual with this type of muscle-obsessed human males. Misaki then proceeded to her usual business: she rummaged the place for any valuables he might possess (though only found a few thousand yen in a volt under the bed that was hardly any challenge to break for her kagune).
Afterwards she searched the kitchen for plastic bags and returned to the fresh corpse. First, she separated his limbs from his body. Then she kneeled next to the body removing the large bones of the arms and legs, separating the hands and feet while she was at it and placed the limp chunks of meat in bags. The organs came next, each in its own separate bag.
After Misaki was done, all that was left was a ripped open torso, a bunch of bones and a large pool of blood where a head was supposed to be.
She washed the blood from her hands and from her legs, changed her tank top for one of the guy's shirt (and also stole as much t-shirts as she could carry in the bag) and strolled out through the front door with a pleased look on her face.