Maria
" This is cute … Right ," Hana asks , biting her lip nervously in front of the mirror.
She catches my eyes on the reflected surface and with a raised eyebrow awaits my answer.
With a thoughtful pout I make a twirling motion with a finger.
The fabric , rose gold spins about her thin waist with a nearly airless quality to it.
" That blue one from before was cute … this one here isn't even pretty in fact it's plain beautiful ? "
She smirked at me through the mirror , her pupils seeming to take on the shapes of little hearts .
" That stupid boy is going to drop dead when he sees you , Hana."
She released a breathless sigh and hummed that he better.
Then she does that little fake giggle of hers.
My little fake giggle dances alongside hers.
" Poor sap ," I whispered , waving at retreating forms of Hana and her blushing date as they walked down the sidewalk.
Their clasped hands swayed in the motion of their slow pace.
Come morning , a mother awoke to the sound of a fist pounding against the front door.
The chain lock is still securely fastened shut when she opens a door a crack with a hesitant hello.
" Sorry, I didn't save your son ," A silver masked girl muttered, shoving a decapitated hand through the crack in the doorway.
" Sorry, that you're a loose end …at least… hopefully you'll see your son again soon ," I said , knocking the door in with a slight push with a jacket covered shoulder.
The mother screams and soon a body slums down next to that lonesome hand .
Looks like Arima and I are both killers of mothers .
" Rest In Peace … I really wish that my friend wasn't so sloppy at covering her tracks."
I ran and ran before anyone could bare witness to what I had done.
" That boy waited a good three hours for you ," Papa called out , from the shadow that covers his corner seat at the island .
" Thought you would be out and about hunting criminals," I mattered gazing down at the silver mask while running a fingertip over its blooded surface.
" You know that boy is an investigator … he is very good at being old death ," Father comments before taking a careful sip of coffee .
" Goodnight , father ."
" Remember what happened to your mother when she forgot to fear death ?"
" Shut up ," I growled , throwing the bloody mask towards his face .
I climbed the stairs and rushed into the safety of the bathroom.
On the counter , someone had taken the time to lay out a folded pair of pajamas for me .
With a little smile I flipped on the shower head .
Probably need to thank mama sometime tomorrow morning.
Blood and sweat swarmed off my body down into the drain .
Hunting clothes were than hidden away .
" What do you think you're doing ," I blurted, upon opening my bedroom door mid yawn .
How did I not notice he was here ?
Sweat gathered at the back of my neck and my teeth were grinding together.
His guitar case was leaning up against the wall next to the window.
My nose was burning with the scent of the rotting weapons encaptured inside.
Must be tired to not notice that smell.
" Looking through your movie collection ," Arima answered , waving a New Hope VHS over his shoulder .
"We're watching this one ," the murderous dork declared , quietly going about setting up the movie.
" Want some popcorn?"
The dork shrugged his shoulders and plopped down onto a beanbag.
He never made a comment about me skipping our planned date.
My eyes were slipping shut just as Han Solo and Luke were graining their medals for saving the rebel alliance … poor chewie deserved one to … when a ringing phone filled the air .
The credits with their blue text were flickering by , as Arima answered the ringing nuisance with a sigh .
He was off to play ghoul investigator soon after .
I was off to play his stalker.
Fate was cruel enough to bring him to that mothers apartment .
" Mind telling me who did that ," The reaper asked his shadow cloaked stalker after leaving behind the crime scene plagued with the watchful eyes of investigators .
" Have absolutely positively no interest in telling you that little secret ," I sassed , gaze turning partially crimson underneath a silver mask .
My voice was trembling and to my surprise so were my hands .
The reaper narrowed his silver eyes at me and asked me the question again .
Silent fell between us and his hands began to hold the straps to his guitar case with a death like grip .
" Bet you somehow already knew I devoured the poor owner of that hand and killed that fucking woman ," I growled.
Tears were rushing out of my eyes .
They were silently screaming for murder … my murder .
I lunged towards him , but I soon fell onto my knees spitting up guts out onto the street .
My stomach was run through by a kagune , not a decaying mindless weapon but a living thing.
A living thing that belonged to a being with a voice .
A voice that called me foolish and sister .
The kagune dragged me backwards away from the silvered eyed reaper .
Darkness became my vision and all I could do was scream .