A/N: So sorry! I forgot to update this here too!
Being alone is scary.
You tossed me aside, Nii-chan; you got rid of me because I was weak. I was alone, always alone, after Mami died.
Kamui was frozen to the core by that look, that all too familiar look. It was the look of a wild beast, the look of a bloodthirsty monster. He'd seen it before in the eyes of other yato shortly before he killed them. They pushed themselves to their absolute limit and were consumed by their own blood.
He thought it was a pathetic way to go, a pathetic attempt to strike back one last time. It was something he only saw in the last moments of a weakling's life...but the enemy before him was anything but weak, far from death.
The yato girl's red hair fell around her shoulders, a single, old but familiar hair ornament in her hair. His eyes were almost immediately drawn to it; there was no mistaking it. There was absolutely no mistaking it, no mistaking her. But...how? How was SHE here?
"Captain!" One of the men in his crew yelled in warning; there was no time for Kamui to be frozen there, staring wide eyed at the girl he once knew. She closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, her first attack knocking him back. He blocked it with his umbrella, but only just barely, wincing at the strain the impact put on his arm. Just how much power did she have?!
Her grin only widened, sending shivers down his spine. In the eyes of others, the yato blood overwrote everything about them. There was nothing left of themselves in them when the blood took over. But that wasn't the case here; there was something in those blue eyes, something that chilled him to the bone.
She recognized him. HE KNEW she did.
The second blow was just as fast, just as strong. Her punches were nothing to mess with; she was the first one in years to completely have him on the defensive. Her kicks were just as strong, the one that actually connected cracking several bones when it hit his side. HIs blood was roaring in his ears now, his instincts starting to gnaw away at his conscious mind, trying to devour all that was him in a desperate attempt to keep him alive despite the consequences to his body.
He fought back against it but with every traded blow, every counterattack that failed to connect, it got harder and harder. All that was him was falling, falling so deep into a sea of red, the color flooding his very vision...It'd be so easy to just let himself drown now, to let his own body take over in his mind's place. Yeah, he'd just close his eyes and when he opened them again, it'd al—
BANG!
Bullets whizzed by his ears, a familiar sound after so many battles. The resulting dust clouds of the metal pellets hitting the ground gave Abuto a small opening. He didn't have long before the dust settled again, but with all the men who were still alive already on the ship to leave, only their idiot captain was left. The dirty blond didn't care that his leg was threatening to buckle under him or that the warm blood rushing down his pants leg was leaving a trail in the dirt. He didn't care that Kamui was definitely going to kick his ass later for pulling him by his braid.
He didn't care as long as that idiot got out of there alive.
The red haired man choked something out in a breathy whisper, as he struggled to regain control of his own body and mind again. "—gura…" Needless to say, Abuto was scared shitless; he'd never seen his captain in this state, not even in the early years when he was just a snot nosed brat.
Just what was that monster?!
He glanced back just once as they were leaving and locked eyes with her, chilled to the bone by the twisted, broken smile on her face. She was just a kid, probably young enough to be his own daughter; how could she look like that?! What was worse was she saw them; she knew they were escaping.
And she turned her back on them and let them.
They weren't worth her time.
But I'm not scared of being alone anymore; I'm strong now, stronger than you or Papi. I'm strong enough to kill you, Nii-chan.
Besides, I have Mami with me. Always.
