Karube unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped in. It had been a slow day at work and she looked forward to her bed. She closed the door and relocked it. A light breeze touched her back which was weird because she hadn't left the window open when she left this morning. She turned around and there, sitting on the windowsill was a man. He was wearing a rich purple suit with a crimson undershirt. His hair was an unusual blue.
"What the…?" She exclaimed shocked. "How did you get in? I'm going to call the police!"
"My apologies for barging in so rudely. Please, calm down, Karube." He had a light French accent even though he was clearly Japanese.
"H-how do you know my name?" She stammered in fear, falling to the floor and backed up to the door.
He replied with a purr. "I don't want to have violently don't but if you call the police then someone will turn up dead. Karube Misono, who works at the café in front of the station."
"Are you insane?" she asked feared embedded in her voice. Her eyes like saucers.
The man hopped off the ledge and started stalking towards her. "Your eyes are sepia. They have a lovely gradation."
On a run down building in the eleventh ward, Eto sat on the edge of the builder crossed legged and with her cheek resting on a fist. She yawned. "How many do we have?"
Tartara stepped up beside her and answered. "One hundred and fifty-eight and more are coming."
"I wish that they would just get here already so that way the doves will see us. All this waiting is so boring." She pouted in a manner much befitting her childlike stature.
"It shouldn't be that much longer. A few more weeks and they'll come. Just be patient." He reasoned in his emotionless tone.
She sighed despairingly. "How goes our other project?"
"They're still looking for her but it seems that she has seemingly vanished off the face of the earth."
Her head started to droop in defeat. "Do you have any good news?"
"Our scouts have studied the facility and have valuable information. When the time comes we'll be able to infiltrate it with ease." Said the taller ghoul.
"That's something at the least." She mumbled to herself. She stood and dusted off the skirt of her cloak before saying aloud, looking towards the Tokyo city skyline. "Well, here's hoping that time will come sooner than later."
"I was just saying, when cooking "Roast Pork, Just kidding" you have to be careful about the bacon. If there's too much grease then the potatoes will soak up that instead of the flavor and it ruins the dish." The young gentleman said to his date.
"I see. that's tricky." The boyfriend nodded. Then his attention was taken away by the horror scene shambling towards them. "Oh my god."
The other boy looked and took an instinctive step back as Karube stepped towards them. Her eyes were just gone, replaced by bloody sockets. Blood streamed down her cheeks like tears. The world was naught but black to her. She took slow shambling steps, her arms outstretched in front of her trying to feel her way to help.
"Someone." Karube pleaded. "P-please. Help me."
Several other passersby stopped to watch the mutilated woman but none helped, too horrified to even approach her. Some even had the nerve to take out their phone and record her.
"I-I can't see! My eyes. He took my eyes! Help me!" Her voice cried out. She could hear the people watching her and whispering to each other but why weren't they helping her!
A pair of comforting arms wrapped around her. A soothing feminine voice spoke with slight Russian accent cooed. "There now. It'll be alright. You're safe."
At the bystanders were shocked at how this foreigner had calmly stepped up to victimized Karube and took her in her arms. Ignoring the blood that was staining her clothes.
The Russian woman looked the couple who first saw the girl and ordered, her ice blue eyes piercing, appearing silver in the low light of the crescent moon. "Call an ambulance, now!"
"Y-yes, ma'am." Said the cook fearfully as he pulled out his phone and dialed 911.
Another foreigner, this one of Hispanic descent, stepped up to the Russian and whispered to her in English with an American accent. "Ma'am, we should really get going. We have things to do."
"We can at least wait for the ambulance, no?" She countered.
"Err. Of course." He replied before taking off his jacket. "Use this to staunch the bleeding."
The woman lowered to the ground sitting Karube in her lap. She shifted her blonde hair so it didn't fall into the open eye sockets and hurt the poor girl more. She took the offered jacket and pressed it to injury. The girl winced and the Russian murmured comfortingly speaking Japanese again. "I know. I know. It hurts but helps on the way. We'll get you some bandages and some anesthesia. Alright?"
Karube just nodded numbly. A few moments passed and sirens started to near. The mutilated woman then asked softly. "Will I ever see again?"
The Russian clenched her teeth in anger before calming and responding. "No. I'm sorry."
The girl started weeping which only made the pain worse. The blonde had done her best not to go and hunt down the man who did this. She was certain who did it, too. Unfortunately, there were things that needed to be done. Besides, she could have more luck finding him with the full resources of Knightmare. In reality, she shouldn't devote resources like that but this was wrong and had to be taken care of. Not only did it satisfy the vengefulness inside of her but it also would take great steps in giving her a good foothold in the talks with Marcus. Nonetheless, Knightmare would not ignore this, if they ignored this then it would betray the foundation that they were built on. There would be retaliation. Both for the man who did this and those who gathered in the eleventh ward.
This war has gone on for long enough.
All right here is the teaser for the continuation of my story.
I've got nothing for a new title yet, please speak up if you got anything.
Didn't get anything as to a response to the idea of a forum solely based for this, but it sounds too good of an idea to pass up.
I'll start it up tomorrow. I'll put the link on my profile and on this chapter.
Also to note, I was saddened by the lack of reviews for my last chapter but I do realize there was a lack of quality in the last one. Especially when Marcus confronted Touka. I also do not expect you to review every chapter that would be unrealistic. I've read back several chapters and realized there are many grammar mistakes as well as typos. So with every new chapter will come an edited old chapter. some parts will be rewritten to improve quality as well as connect plot points.
Anyways, I'm back and all see you in a month ideally.