The wind whistled through the trees, leaves rustling together, a melody of sorrow playing from the forest. A Broken branch detatches from a nearby tree, landing on the ground with a splash, beads of muddy water flying up around it then falling back down into one of the many puddles that flooded the field. A light dripping sound arose with every drop of rain that emerged itself with the waterlogged ground as it fell hopelessly from the dismal sky. The sky above was almost black with the leaking clouds as they slowly drifted accross it, weighed down by the overflowing water. A bright flash lit up the sky, illuminating the still faces of the five remaining adolescents. A faint rumbling sound following the flash, the volume hightening in their ears. The stench of blood, overwhelmed their nostrils, the smell of pine, and fresh grass that had originaly occupied them now became noticable. The humid air comforting their shivering skin, canceled out by the rain as it gently landed and ran down their bodies. Retasu who had been lingering behind a tree the entire time, stood motionless, her hair and clothes drenched and spilling out drops of water with every new drop they took on. Her eyes widened, taking in and registering the image of her friend lying lifelessly in a mess on the field. Kitsune's clothes had been splashed with the muddy water and were now stained, blood splattered accross her face, her lips blue, her brown eyes still flattered by the long lashes that emerged from her still eyelids. Her ears were leant back, her tail lay under her right leg, squashed, the previously beautifull white tip now a dark brown colour from the mixture of dirt, water and blood that it had been drenched with. Her long hair glistened at every beam of light that bounced of the water that resided within it, parts of the purple locks stuck together from the blood that leaked from the small entrance wound on the right side of her head. The left side was barely recognisable as Kitsune, blood pouring out like a tap turned to full, the wound about the size of a grapefruit. Her skull was visable, and a small bullet-sized hole occupied it, cracks reaching out from the hole, pieces of flesh seeping out through the cracks. The flesh around the wound was a stomache-turning mess, hanging off of her head like her hair was meant to, the hair attatched, stained and stook together with blood, covered her face, sitting in her dry, open mouth.
A small girl around the age of 5 wondered aimlessly through a busy highstreet, the frustrated and angsty shoppers moving swiftly to and from market stalls. The road was full of people but this girl was alone, her long black hair swayed, with each step she took, from side to side, she then looked up at a woman who was standing infront of her and smiled warmly. Her opal hair falling away from her face, her bright, blood red eyes widened, twinkling as it reflected the sunlight. The young girl began to part her lips, holding up a doll of wich it's left eye was hanging on merely by a single thread, hanging loosely half way down it's face. She was about to ask the woman if she could direct her to a stall where she could get this fixed when the woman frowned and as if to ignore her existence brushed past the small girl, knocking her to the floor. The girl fell down landing face-first, her face scraping along the dusty floor, her hair flipping forwards, covering her injured face. She lay still for a moment, trying to hold back the tears when a sharp pain ran up her leg. She looked up to see an angry looking middle-aged man who was already begining to bald, pulling back his leg and preparing himself to lay another kick on her. This time his foot hit her stomach, knocking her onto her back she grasped her stomach in pain. The man's lips moved but she could hear nothing but the ringing in her ears as the sharp pains pulsated throughout her body. She stood up shakily, dropping her doll, tears now rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably. There was a graze on her face from the impact and she placed her hand on it, holding it comfortingly. The man pulled his leg back again, and thrusts it outwards at the little girl, so she turned and ran to avoid another kicking and carried on running right out of the marketstreet. Her doll lay, a dusty mess on the floor and the man stood on it as he walked off to continue his shopping, leaving it imprinted with muddy marks, the string detatched and it's eyes fell to the floor besides it.
Retasu gripped the tree trunk in a moment of hesitation, glnacing towards Dar'Ichi and Ichigo and then runs out, falling to her knee's besides Kitsune's lifeless corpse. She slowly wraps her arms around Kitsune, pulling her up and resting her head on her chest, not caring that she was now becoming covered in blood. Tears ran down her face as she began to sob and cried out.
"Dar'Ichi how can you be so cruel...? And Senri how could you let K-Kitsune...?" Dar'Ichi began to laughs visciously, still standing and still alive. Senri began to laugh in time with Dar'Ichi as he slowly faded away to nothing.
"Silly child, i could see into her mind. I saw the guilt that corrupted her mind and the undying love for her brother so i used an illusion jutsu to play on that. I then had her convinced that killing herself would dispose of me." Dar'Ichi smirked and laughed, tightening her grip on the samurai sword that was pressed against Ichigo's neck, beads of sweat running down as she gulped. L stood, taking in every detail of the situation, his mind at work the entire time, when suddenlt his expression changed and his lips curled into a smirk.
"Dar'Ichi... i have you figured out..." He looks at the quivering Ichigo, still smirking.
"Go ahead, cut her head off, it won't make any difference." At this Ichigo and Retasu gasped simultaniously.
"You can't mean you'd actually have me die here L...?" Ichigo cried out, sobbing loudly, her chest heaving.
"L what are you saying...?" Retasu screamed.
"We've already had two of our friends die here today, how can you conciously let her kill another one?" She stood up, Kitsune's lifeless body falling back to the floor, and without giving notice to the patch of blood that stained her cardigan and skirt, she turned to face L. Without even looking at Retasue or replying in anyway L lunged a kunai knife at Ichigo, it piercing through her body right where her heart is.
"It won't make any difference because... that isn't Ichigo" L concluded.
Ichigo stood for a moment with a look of shock and pain and the disspeared in a cloud of smoke. Dar'Ichi lowers the sword and smirks at L, then begins to laugh.
"Well done L, that never was Ichigo but one of my shadow clones. I used my ability to manipulate atoms to allow your kunai knife to pass through me in an attempt to confuse you and make you think i was the clone." Dar'Ichi groans as Retasu tackles her, knocking her to the floor, lying on top of her, her hands gripping tightly onto Dar'Ichi's arms, holding her down, she looks deep into her eyes.
"Dar'Ichi please stop... we don't have to fight..."
The wind gently drifted through the tree's, a yellowing leaf detatches and floats down, landing in a flowerbed of roses a few feet away from the young, black haired girl. She sat, her legs crossed, directly in the middle of the flowerbed looking sadly at the surrounding red roses. She reached out and wraped her small hand around the stem of a single rose and pulls it from the ground, the stem snapping, and then held it out infront of her. She lightly placed a finger on a single petal, embracing the silk-like feel of it for just a moment when the flower began to wilt and the petals turned to black, spreading outwards from her finger like a disease. She sighed dropping the flower, a tear rolling down her cheek. Why... why did everything she touch... wilt away and die...?
A dagger materialises in Dar'Ichi's right hand, the handle shaped like a crucifix and decorated with a ruby gem directly in the centre.
"Don't touch me" She lunged the dagger into Retasu's left eye, bursting through the pupil and severing the veins and nerves hidden behind it. Blood splattered onto Dar'Ichi's face, a smile growing seductively at the feel of it. Retasu falls back, the dagger sticking out of her eyes and screamed in agony, blood pouring down her face in small bursts. Dar'ichi wrapped her hand around the handle of her dagger, pulling it out of Retasu's eyes and stands up, smirking.
"I don't care about any of you." Retasu starts to cough into her hands, and when she looks down at them they are stained with blood. She looks up at Dar'Ichi pleadingly
"Ichigo... please... come back to us."