The Sunsets On Earth Can Be A Bloody Orange-Red If The Light Is Right
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Kamui was mature and very childish all at once. He liked being spoiled, being treated softly, but every now and then he wanted some violence, to see guts splattered and heads rolling. I too, wanted that once in a while. So we got along quite well.
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Those vermillion locks of his were better off loose, it annoyed me to see them always tied, so I would often undo the braid when I could. It seems he understood, since he started to let his hair down more often.
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I had gone for a stroll on the city. It seemed the same. The Shinsengumi was blowing things up, and the Yorozuya was close behind them. I heard Zura's voice somewhere ahead the police, breaking havoc next to that weird white thing (What the fuck is that thing anyways?). I'm honestly surprised Edo is not in ruins by now; it looks like this shit goes down every day.
I ended up deciding to take the alleyways and less transitated streets to avoid running into those idiots. I found a nice restaurant along the way, the ramen was worth more than the price it had.
Besides the almost encounter with the local troublemakers the day was quiet, aimlessly walking the city.
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I continued my traveling in the more deserted places, when I heard a certain commotion nearing a park. Having absolutely nothing better to do I get close to take a look. As I got there I started to make out some of the voices, probably belonging to puny criminals. It seems they were harassing some girl.
"Yo, pretty girl, dontcha want ta come with us ta have some fun?" said one.
"I bet we can make ya feel real good" said a second one.
You could hear a chorus of disgusting comments like those ones. So I thought of going there to kick their asses, maybe cut some heads off; until one of them screams. In a very high pitched tone, by the way. Staying away I try to survey the situation, since the others start yelling and cursing as well, but I can hardly see anything. There's another scream followed by the noise of a bone breaking. Soon enough the only sounds are pathetic moans of pain, a few 'We'll remember this' here and there. I finally get to see the scene. At least eight men (puny criminals, as I suspected), were laying on the floor, bleeding, a few bones sticking out from their arms and legs, bruised eyes, and some teeth missing.
"I'm not a girl" singsongs the person in the center; the one that injured them.
"Having fun?" I taunt.
The redheaded yato looks at me from under his umbrella, smiling, as usual.
"They were weak. So no, it's not fun" he pouts a bit.
"Ah. Then why did you almost butcher them?" I ask, already knowing the answer.
"No reason" he says happily. "Let's go. It's getting dark"
He starts to walk towards me, then getting ahead, I follow close behind.
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The sun is setting in the horizon as we walk back to our current "base". As we pass by a bridge, Kamui turns to look at the sun, the light of it hitting his face, painting it orange. His hands are stained with blood, and his hair seems redder than usual, undulating in the wind; his loose vermillion hair.
Easily one of the most beautiful sights I've ever witnessed.
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