Fast and dirty story writing. Short and sweet is where it's at. Until we go back to Kyo's voice lol since plot moves with him.

TMW when one of your main characters is actually a horror movie villain.

Sicario is probably the best movie ever. That soundtrack. (chills)

It's a beautiful day.

The smell is lovely. Sharp, like steel... Uhh. Incredible.

Painting, with my hands and feet. Red or black? Flames or blades? Where's my next canvas!?

Ah. There you are. Come here….

The figure laughed wildly as he tore into his next victim. Bodies surged at him from all sides, they launched themselves at him, clinging to him with their nails and teeth until he burned them off or ripped into them. He didn't seem to mind the wounds. He was too far gone.

I need more. More. More! Come Come! Let me paint with you! Let's paint together!

The scene was hellish. Half baked bodies were piling up. Blood pooled, stagnant, in the street gutters. Flies swarmed overhead. Hot flames roasted the air; the heat causing it to writhe and distort. None of these things deterred the hoarde. They continued toward him, chanting and screaming.

What are they saying? … I can't hear a thing. Ah...

It didn't matter. He didn't need to hear. He could fight blind if he wanted to. But then, he couldn't admire his art... and that just wouldn't do. He was glad he could see.

See the mass of people scuttling to him. Wild eyes were fixed on him, those eyes which reflected bloodlust and terror. They trampled through the bodies of their fellows to fall into his hands.

He received each of them.

And he slaughtered all he received.

And they kept coming.

They were driven to it. They knew this man was their death, but they needed him crushed… He must join them. He must be dragged down all costs - and if they were the cost, they would pay with their lives.

Unfortunately, he wasn't interested in being defeated. He was only interested in their lives.

He howled into the sky. He smiled his terrible smile, that distinctive grin that spread past his teeth and showed gums. A beastly, inhuman smile.

He cackled. He was happy.

Because he had just collected his eighth! These… these shiny things. Sometimes he would find them in their mouths. Sometimes in their ears. Some on the hands too. But the ones in the ears were the best. They shimmered and sparkled...

They're my trophies. Heads are too heavy. I can't carry them. Because if I carry them, I'll be too slow. I must be fast! Otherwise the king will come back before I finish.

The King. The Tyrant. The Oppressor.

He always comes back - the King. He's the king after all. He rules this place. He gave me a job. I'll finish for him. If I do it well, perhaps he'll send me out again!

The crowd was thinning. Purple flames burned in the streets, only dying when they had reduced everything around them into a pale white ash. A pillar of orange flames blazed just up ahead. It was painting too, but only in black.

The Painter clicked his teeth in concern. The orange pillar was consuming his materials. He waded through bodies as he approached, and was pleased to see the hoard turn their eyes away from the pillar, and unto him.

He crowed in glee, and charged. Earrings clinking in his pocket.

I'm so glad I'm with the King. It's so tiring fighting him. I'm glad he likes painting now. I didn't think we'd ever becomes friends.

... Maybe I'll give him my trophies as a gift.

I hope he likes them.

Argentina, Ikari base -Valdivian Forest.

The deafening noise of helicopter blades boomed over the lush treetops of the Argentinian rainforest. Bits of grass and debris flew about the launchpad, where four large dual-rotored chinooks prepared for takeoff.

A blond man in sunglasses directed the soldiers loading the aircraft. He yelled at his Handheld Transmitter over the noise of the engines.

"Eight Hazmat suits per Bird!... Check Air filters and…. Yeah Eight! Eight Hazmats! Don't fuck this up boys, there's A hundred million riding on this!"

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"Huh, Ralf? Whaddya mean you…."

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"Christ man, you're almost 35 and you're still sleeping through briefings? You think this is grade school or something?..."

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"Hah, Yeah fuck you too. Anyways, we're collecting bodies in the area of disease outbreak. CIA looking to find early patients, wanna reverse engineer the disease or something. Whatever they do."

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"Yeah, that's it… Dunno, US doesn't wanna throw their own people in there. And they're paying good money. I'll be a fuckin' gravedigger if you pay me that much anyday."

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"The hell Leona coming for?"

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"Boss gave the Okay?"

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"Alright, whatever, have her bring her own Hazmat, standard size doesn't fit her. We're in the air at 1600 on the dot."

Go watch Sicario 1, The original with Emily Blunt. Sicario 2 is pretty good, but the original blows it out of the water. Probably my favorite movie ever.

Also, I guess you can try to figure out who's who in Yagami's head RN. I'll make it clear by in future chapters i guess. Either way, he needs to get the snot beaten out of him.