A/N: Written for the Mega Prompts Challenge, word prompts 448 – drip.
Justice from a Scalpel
She didn't like blood in general, but the sound of it dripping on the other end of the line left her with a satisfying feeling.
Hearing the sharp intake of breath in terror and the panting of her wolf struggling to fulfil its last command was even better. But the blood sealed it: told her it had happened, that he hadn't managed to escape her again like he'd escaped her twice already.
No, not this time. There was nothing on the other side of the line except the dripping blood. Aizawa Yuu, the thorn in her side, bleeding out. Mitsuki, the wolf, strangling herself after the deed – the final deed. Because she couldn't be used as the wolf anymore. She had two, now three or four depending on how she could manipulate that little fact, deaths on her head. And Yuu had damaged her.
That'd hadn't surprised her, though it probably had surprised Mitsuki. Poor little Mitsuki who had still wanted to believe in Yuu. Who'd thought Yuu wouldn't be able to betray her. But he had. Not once, not twice, but three times. And the last had been with a scalpel to the neck.
Rei liked to think that dripping blood was a sense of poetic justice as well. After all, that was how she chose her wolves: those ones that had been wronged by the ones who pretended to be saintly little rabbits.
But usually it was a hanging instead. The true personification of Rabbit Doubt.