Disclaimer: The characters of the BSSM universe aren't mine, so don't sue. Umeko Tsukishiro, however, is. Why you'd want to use her is beyond me, but you can't.
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The false transformation faded from Umeko's body as the corpse fell. She smirked. A lot of evil could be done with the massive power the senshi had. Pity that Umeko herself couldn't claim the power for very long.
Outside, some clouds passed in front of the moon, and as the room darkened, the effervescence passed from Tsukishiro's skin, and she faded into the shadows like everything else, her power spent.
She turned on the lights.
Makoto lay, battered and broken, naked amidst fallen plum blossoms. If it wasn't so bloody, it would have been a beautiful artistic tableau, Umeko thought with a wry smile. If only she was a painter.
"Kaioh Michiru is a painter," Umeko remembered suddenly. "And isn't she my next target?"
Umeko's voice deepened, and she answered her own question. "One of two. The horizon."
Umeko smiled cheerfully. "Of course, I forgot."
She bent over Makoto's prone form, and kissed the still-warm lips softly. The symbol of Jupiter glowed green on the victim's forehead. Umeko put the heel of her hand against the symbol, pressing until the warmth from the corpse receded, and Umeko radiated slightly green herself in the overhead lights as the body of Kino Makoto, in a makeshift coffin of plum blossoms, disappeared.
Umeko shut off the lights and exited the house the same way she'd come in. The wooden barrier had been chopped down.
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The false transformation faded from Umeko's body as the corpse fell. She smirked. A lot of evil could be done with the massive power the senshi had. Pity that Umeko herself couldn't claim the power for very long.
Outside, some clouds passed in front of the moon, and as the room darkened, the effervescence passed from Tsukishiro's skin, and she faded into the shadows like everything else, her power spent.
She turned on the lights.
Makoto lay, battered and broken, naked amidst fallen plum blossoms. If it wasn't so bloody, it would have been a beautiful artistic tableau, Umeko thought with a wry smile. If only she was a painter.
"Kaioh Michiru is a painter," Umeko remembered suddenly. "And isn't she my next target?"
Umeko's voice deepened, and she answered her own question. "One of two. The horizon."
Umeko smiled cheerfully. "Of course, I forgot."
She bent over Makoto's prone form, and kissed the still-warm lips softly. The symbol of Jupiter glowed green on the victim's forehead. Umeko put the heel of her hand against the symbol, pressing until the warmth from the corpse receded, and Umeko radiated slightly green herself in the overhead lights as the body of Kino Makoto, in a makeshift coffin of plum blossoms, disappeared.
Umeko shut off the lights and exited the house the same way she'd come in. The wooden barrier had been chopped down.