The young killer, with no remorse at all, looked down at the corpse that was now being engulfed by darkness leaving behind a ball of red mist floating where the lifeless body was.
Kouichi Hyukagi
Race: xx
Birthdate: December 24
Hair: Dark Violet
Eyes: Blue
Weapon: Lethe
"Blue is to a human soul as red is to a stained soul; A soul where a shadow resides in feeding off negative energy from its host until it's powerful enough to exist on its own. That's basically what we're for: to hinder the shadows growth.. How troublesome." He thought to himself hoping that it was the last time he would make use of his weapon for the night.
"Didn't your mother teach you not to trust strangers you meet in the streets?" He asked the maiden's stained soul, crouching down to reach for it and letting it fall on his palm.
"But then again, you are a fickle woman. I feel sorry for your husband to think that a simple tease would make you crave so much..-" He continued letting the soul hover over the palm of his hand.
"-I guess you deserved to die then." He shrugged and raised his left hand and as he pointed his ring at the soul it immediately absorbed the red mist, its eyes glowing red in the process leaving behind a gold detailed tarot card. Kouichi snagged the tarot card hovering above his hand and flipped it showing the front end of the card.
"The High Priestess.. Well, I got what I came here for." He placed the valuable card in the pocket of the inside of his coat.
The neon green color of the moon illuminated from the silver ring on his forefinger. The ring, designed to look like a skull, has a round head and three small spikes for its mouth. It has two round eyes that glows when absorbing a soul and a small round nose.
"Your reaper ring will absorb all the stained souls you acquire on every mission. It has no limit as to how many souls it can hold. Isn't it amazing?"
The image of a certain blonde professor popped in Kouichi's head as the words echoed along with it. Much to Kouichi's repugnance, his mind seems to have a mind of its own for every time he uses his customized reaper ring, the blonde's face pops in his head like the whack-a-mole game in the arcade.
"We made the head and the two eyes super round to make it look cute as well as deadly hence, the three spikes for its mouth. Cute and deadly just like you!"
Kouichi's eyebrows twitched as a brief flashback of the developer sent shivers down his spine; he cursed his mind under his breath.
"This reaper pin looks more like an abnormal squid than a skull." He thought ridding all thoughts of the developer in his mind.
He snapped out of thought as he heard footsteps getting closer. They stopped a few feet away from him and started to applaud one after another.
He found himself surrounded by three beings wearing black cloaks, the hood over their head covering their hair and masks covering their faces.
"That was an impressive show you did there." The person on the right said as he held his death scythe over his shoulder.
"Women do love chivalry." The person on the left chuckled as he adjusted the chains on the palm of his hands, shortening the length of it.
"Hand over the tarot card and we'll let you go in one piece." The person behind demanded as he pointed his katana at the back of Kouichi's head.
Kouichi did not do so much as scoff at the pathetic threat he received. He stood up, his back still turned from the three.
"So much for the last bloodshed of the night...-" He extended out his right arm at shoulder level and pulled the same weapon out of thin air bringing it above his left shoulder his right arm covering the lower part of his face. The three held out their weapons as well.
A grotesque-looking sword shaped like a giant key with sharp blades on almost all the edges. The sword would betray a mere mortal in one swing due to the blades, but not Kouichi.
"They're just begging me to use you on them, Lethe." He sneered as he looked over to his weapon: Lethe, which has the name of the river of forgetfulness in the Greek Underworld for reasons only Kouichi knows about.
"Don't you think I deserve this card just as much as you three idiots think you earned it?" Kouichi who was beyond infuriated turned to face them. He swung his weapon down to his right side and as soon as they saw his face they held their ground, placing their weapons on their side.
"Huh? Kou? What are you doing here in London?" The guy reeled in the chains back into the palm of his hands then took off his hood and mask exposing his disheveled silver hair and puzzled emerald-green eyes.
Hiroyuki Takashi
Race: xx
Birthdate: July 9
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Green
Weapon: Chains
"Aren't you off duty today?"
The guy let go of his death scythe and it gradually disappeared into thin air just like what happens to Kouichi's weapon when he doesn't need it any more.
He removed the hood and mask that were covering his blue hair and light blue eyes.
Aquilaevia "Aki" Aidoneus
Race: xx
Birthdate: November 1
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Light blue; appears transparent
Weapon: Death Scythe
"I was-" Kouichi's eyes dropped to his blood stained outfit contemplating on whether to dispose of the expensive suit or to just get it dry cleaned.
"-until you three idiots screwed up so I got called in." He continued as he decided to dispose of his $1,300 suit. He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to think of happy thoughts to help himself calm down.
Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale...
He remembered watching a commercial about how deep breathing helps calm a person. He decided to try while he thought of the one thing that never fails to make him happy.
Food.
"Let me start with pastries.. Éclair, Gâteau Basque, Dacquoise, and Mille Feuille from France.. Miguelitos from Spain.. Moon cakes from China.. Chocolate and Pecan pie from United States.. Palmier from Europe.. Runeberg's torte from Finland.."
"...My afternoon tea with all those pastries that I left to cover their asses." Kouichi's eyebrows twitched.
You see, he was looking forward to have his afternoon tea along with all the pastries he had his head butler, Philippe, import from other countries and meticulously prepare for his awaited day off. But to Kouichi's dismay, his taste buds never even got a tinge of the sweetness it has craved for.
"Thanks to these retards." He took a deep sigh and continued his deep breathing, using all of his will power to restrain himself from murdering the three.
"It was Natsume's fault!" Hiro and Aki said in unison both pointing at the guy behind Kouichi.
"What?!" Natsume forcefully struck the concrete ground with his katana and as soon as he let go, it started to disappear gradually. He removed his hood and mask and went near the other two, running his fingers through his ebony coloured hair; his hazel brown eyes bounced from Hiro to Aki and back.
Natsume Yamato
Race: xx
Birthdate: April 22
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Weapon: Kusanagi no Tsurugi (7 branched swords)
"How the hell was it my fault?!" Natsume barked.
"Grilled Chicken.. Alfredo Carbonara.. Baked oysters.." Kouichi inhaled.
"Just play along, Kouichi looks furious." Hiro whispered, waving at Natsume dismissively.
"Clam chowder.. Medium rare New York style steak.. Garlic mushrooms.." Kouichi exhaled.
"If we said it was your fault he wouldn't do as much than a flick on the forehead to you considering you are his little brother." Aki said in a hush tone, his hand covering his mouth as to not letting Kouichi see his mouthed words.
"The dinner my maids painstakingly prepared that I had to leave to cover their asses..." Kouichi inhaled.
"Are you kidding me?! He's going to kill me!" Natsume whispered agitated. Sweat began to form on his forehead with just the thought of what his brother could and would do.
Kouichi sharply exhaled, startling the three. He gave each of them a glare to fully emphasize the wrath he's been holding off for their sake.
"I won't kill them... Not just yet..." He decided and the three sighed in relief as they saw Kouichi's weapon fully disappear.
"Save explaining your pathetic failure." Kouichi growled thinking that if he did know what stupid mistake they did as to almost letting the girl escape would just heighten his anger to the point where he might lose control. And if that ever happens...
"God help these three imbeciles." He sighed glaring at them one last time before he began to walk away.