'Hm, well that makes two bodies. But they look lonely, perhaps they need some company?' Hatori thought, before sauntering off to meet his next victim- so dearly referred to as a patient.
"Hari~~! I'm sorry I'm so late! Kyo-kun was being mean to me again!" the young rabbit squealed as he walked through the door to his cousin's office. Hatori was not impressed, but tried not to show it, so as to not ruin the fun he had planned.
"Well now, Momiji, you know how I feel about punctuality… I'm afraid you're going to have to be punished, it's only fair." Hatori smiled and led the young blonde to his bathroom, one of the only areas that was yet to be bloodied. "Now, just wait here while I get… Prepared." Hatori left his cousin in the small room.
"Okay, Hatori. I know I shouldn't have been late, but what am I doing in here?" Momiji called from the other room, as his cousin mixed together the necessary supplies.
"Momiji, I'm going to need you to disrobe and get into the bathtub. Please, don't ask so many questions, no need to be even naughtier." Hatori started to set up a variety of cups filled with colored liquids. Momiji did as he was told, so to not be scolded any further. But he had to admit this side of Hatori was frightening him.
Hatori dipped a paintbrush in one of the glasses before swirling the bright paint on the chest of his young cousin. He continued to do this for some time, while the young blonde stared at him, confused and unsure how to react. Then it hit him, the stinging. There was a ghastly burning sensation on the places his cousin had decorated him.
"Hatori! What is this stuff? Really Hari, I'm scared! Take it off, please!" Momiji shrieked, as his skin continued to burn, the scalding paint leaving him nearly delirious with pain.
"Momiji, what did I tell you about being obedient? I suppose I'll just have to discipline you further. I really do wonder how you turned out this… bad. Is it because your parents abandoned you? Is it because your very own mother knew you were a monster the second she laid eyes on you? Huh? Well, I for one, think you are a rotten little boy, Momiji." Hatori was shouting now, his eyes wide with rage as he poured the acidic paint all over the sobbing boy's body.
As the small blonde boy began to lose consciousness, Hatori felt a deep laugh rattle through his bones.
But it still wasn't enough.