Chapter One: Hate is War
Miku did her standard routine of surveying any damage that had been done. It had always been sort of an odd habit since she never really carried any remorse. Somewhat surprised but not in any way startled, she sensed an unknown object to her left while scanning the desolate battlefield. This thing, since it could not be called an animal, danced wildly around her like some psychotic demon.
Its eyes burned with blood lust and it stank of decay and rotten flesh. The simplest way to describe it would have been to say it was like a mutated dinosaur that melted in all the wrong places. But that would have been too simple a description. It was much more malicious-looking than even that, what with the strange pores on its body and a disfigured left eye.
Hideous.
In an instant, with barely any time to procure a thought, Miku had to whip her shoddily done twin tails to the side and dodge its mad descent for her soft, feminine body.
'Hilarious, something finally wants me and I don't reciprocate appropriately. Another type four I see.', Miku thought sarcastically yet calmly. She methodically adjusted the scissors jutting out from her wrists and gazed at it, the monster labeled as a "type four", with a poker face.
Not showing fear was her specialty. That was the only way to survive in this cruel terrain after all. Getting chased like some kind of rare specimen one too many times left a foul taste in one's mouth when done for several years.
She spat out some red liquid before the fight. Blood. But not her own.
It was a fate that she had to deal with. Managing the blood of others was a real hassle, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Whatever the case, it was better this way. If they were already dead, there wouldn't be any issue with her having to rely on the kindness of others.
What a laugh. Kindness. Was there ever such a word? If so, could someone please remind her of its meaning?
In that same second however, Miku's mind was forced to re-focus on her target before she got carried away with needless feelings.
"I don't want to hurt you..." Her eyes flared with passion before dulling into their usual facade of blankness.
"...so I suggest you go dance along and play amongst the trees like a good four, understood?"
The sharp glint of her scissors could have been seen from a mile away. Fours were like saplings compared to the mighty twos and threes of this chaotic world. They had no fitting name, these beings of another plane.
Why they arrived was up for debate, but all Miku knew was that the...
She shoved the four into the air with a graceful, but deadly toss.
only way to hinder them was by...
And jumping up towards the sky as if defying the laws of gravity, the scissor-handed girl skillfully dodged another aim at her chest. She did a one-handed flip onto a nearby boulder and was already poised for another strike. Her face didn't break into a single sweat. In fact, it was shockingly serene and composed.
stabbing them with a sharp, pointy item.
It let out a freakish scream that would have raised hairs on end had the entire vicinity not been evacuated of life. With a twist of her right "hand", the creature slumped to ground in absolute defeat. As quickly as it had appeared, it soon gasped out a yellow shard that glistened like the sun's rays and began rotting in an alarming manner. Miku stared at it with a bored expression before it dissolved into a charred dust that resembled tampered ashes. She gently picked up the shard and pocketed it for safe keeping. Patting the side of her torn black jacket, she casually walked away from the battlefield.
It was an everyday thing.
She was already immune to its horror.
What a circus this world turned out to be.
Sighing yet again (it seemed she was doing this more and more frequently), she grabbed a fistful of the same sparkling shards that came from the thing and threw them to the heavens. They crashed onto the rocky gravel with a shatter and released brilliant rainbow-colored lights every time they collided with the ground.
"Hmph, I need a good lollipop to reward myself. I wish these things rewarded lollipops when you defeated them. They only seem to give away...", Miku spoke to herself with morbid humor but then stopped mid-sentence.
She grimaced very slightly. It was so slight that one would have had to have known her well enough to even notice that her expression had changed.
"Well, fiesta time is starting again. Looks like four brought his buddies three and three point five to join the party. I'm deeply ashamed that I haven't been the best host."
The lights radiated with beauty as they floated higher and higher until they became tiny glimmering pinpoints that couldn't be seen with regular vision.
"I seem to have forgotten to make lunch."
Then she lunged.
Kirra says: How is it? Should I continue? I'm not quite sure because it's still hazy as to what direction I should take. I would love for this to have a romantic element to it, but it seems sort of a moot point if this is just Miku-based. Please rate and review! Care to "hand" me your input? :)
