A/N: Yay! The second chapter to this thing! XD

I wrote this in school. AP Computers, if you want to get technical.

Just another day in the life of Kohana. As for the plot in this... There's just a loose chain themes. XD Some of them may be connected. Others may not. Anyway, the line right here? XD I do not know who sings it as of late, but it's from the Bleach opening. XD;;; Number 7! After Dark. XD

How much father can we take it with only the night's wind's fleeting hopes to carry us?

II.) Almost Unreal

Touching the tip of her blade, she cracks a slight smile, Sayuri gawking at her mother's sudden movement. The Summoner of Time doesn't know what to do and can't stop her mother from snickering silently to herself. With her sharp green eyes intent on the person standing in front of her, Kohana brings her hand along the shape of her blade, being rather careless. Her hair rides with the wind as her daughter continues to look at her, pleading with Kohana not to do anything stupid.

"Kohana... Don't do anything stupid!" Sayuri gasps, waving her hands in front of her. Of course Kohana ignores her, smirking at the mindless person standing in her way. "His mind is gone, it's not his fault! You can't just hurt people who don't know what they're doing, okay?" Sayuri protests. She manages to stand up straight, albeit clumsily. Sayuri can't stop her head from spinning, grabbing her forehead with her left hand.

Dark eyes look at her opponent, showing no mercy. "I'm going to end him here and now, Sayuri dear. Stand back and watch." She thrusts her sword to her side as Sayuri tries to reach out towards her. Kohana lets out a brittle laugh, one that shakes Sayuri's soul. "Why Sayuri, I don't think you want your hand!" Sayuri simply jerks back, looking at the ground. "It'll only take a second. Not a second more."

Summoning all the strength in her body, Sayuri runs towards her mother and grabs her arm—the one Kohana holds her sword with. "That's what monsters do, Kohana!! We can find a better way, yeah? So let's get searching, then! You can't just jump to conclusions! No matter how bad the situation is, there can always be another way to avoid doing the worst possible thing imaginable!" Kohana snorts, tilting her head. As if to intimidate her, Kohana waves her arm back, her blade shimmering in the sun.

"I am a monster," she replies curtly. "Now stop interrupting me!"

"What?!" Sayuri shouts, watching her mother launch off the ground. Kohana's purple locks flutter in the wind behind her as she plants her feet in the sand, standing in front of her victim. She grips the hilt of her sword, spinning it around in her right hand. There is a look in her eye—one that looks like a want, a yearn, some sort of unimaginable evil trying to break free from her body. "Kohana, stop it!" Sayuri shouts at the top of her lungs.

Ignoring her daughter once again, she positions her sword in front of her, taking two expert swipes towards the empty vessel of a body. As on cue, red, sticky blood squirts across the sky, tainting what Sayuri tried so hard to protect. "One, two...!" Kohana roars, taking out all of her anger, all her fear on the sack of nothing. Sayuri's never seen her mother like this. So angry... So blood-lusting... Kohana turns around in a fit of anger, her once bright eyes saturated in hatred and rage. She spins her sword over her head, grinning—picturing the outcome of her efforts to end the man's life. "Here's a little something to remember!" she cackles, turning back around and slamming her blade into the man's skull, shattering it into a million pieces.

But she is not done.

Fortunately for him, her blade's journey downwards is a quick one, cutting his body in half. Sayuri collapses on her knees, her arms limp of all feeling. Her eyes widen as a bright light consumes the man, making his body explode on impact. Kohana, with a blank expression, sniffs the air a little before thrusting her sword to her side—trying to rid her weapon of the sacred liquid she's split over time and time again.

"Kohana... How could you..." Sayuri mutters, her eyes dilated. "Why did you—?"

"I am an army of one!" Kohana interrupts, yelling into the sky. Her yell makes Sayuri twitch in fear. "And as such, I am going to declare war! No one ever said this would be easy, Sayuri. Those who give everything... Have everything to gain. Do you know that? Don't rely on others. Rely on yourself." Sayuri wipes her eyes with her right hand and stands back up, sniffling.

"I didn't ask you to preach to me!"

"I know you didn't, Sayuri! I love you!" Really? Sayuri huffs, folding her arms and sighing. The smile on Kohana's face soon fades again as blood drips from her sword. "He tried to hurt you and I ended the fighting." She shrugs, holding her sword carelessly in her hand. She cocks a brow at her daughter, grinning wildly. "I know you're not sad, Sayuri." Sarcasm. Sayuri almost forgot to note the sarcasm in her voice.

"How could I not be sad...?" she replies, looking down at the ground and clutching her hands. "You just killed someone in front of me!"

"Get rid of depression. Pain isn't real."

"Err! Kohana!! Listen to me!"

Kohana begins to walk forward, shaking her index finger behind her. "Ah, ah, ah. What angers you owns you Sayuri dear~" That's it. Sayuri's had it. She stomps her foot on the ground, running after her mother.

How Kohana flickered from her mother to this... She will never know. But one thing is for sure; the way she kills without remorse... It's almost unreal.

Did she miss something here?

Because Kohana is driven by hate, only to be consumed by fear.