They sent us out into a large courtyard after we ate and i pulled Kyo off to the side where nobody could see us. The guards standing about never even glanced our way as i pulled him into a bathroom and locked the door.
"Alright Kyo, you know how i said my boss told me to kill one of the prisoners?" he nodded gulping and squinting his eyes closed in fear. "He was very pacific about which one to." i gave the man a closed eye smile that i never saw and pulled out the flimsy plastic knife from behind my back.
"I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he was repeating the same two word over again and i frowned as i crouched down in front of him.
"I know this is going to hurt a lot because they took my life so i'll have to make do with this flimsy thing." i bent the sword as an example and cut quickly against his throat. A tiny drop of blood spilled down and i sighed in annoyance. "If this doesn't work i'll have to break your bones until it does" with that i began, drawing the small plastic knife back and forth as he screamed bloody murder.
There was blood flowing freely now and i couldn't help but lick my lips and begin cutting faster. After a while when it was evident this isn't getting me anywhere quickly i began breaking his bones. I began with the fingers them moved onto the bones in his arms.
His screams were steadily growing louder and i began laughing lightly. I wrapped my hands around his pale throat stained red with his blood. I stared into his eyes and i could see how fear filled they were.
"Bye bye Kyo. you should've died when you were supposed to!"
With that, i snapped his neck. Just as i did so the door was forcefully kicked inwards and the small room flooded with guards. I was pulled away from the corps still laughing like it was the funniest thing i had ever seen.
"They said she was a murderer, but i didn't think she would go this far." i laughed louder as the guard pulled the partial murder weapon from my hand and dropped in a clear plastic bag one of the other guards held out.
"Sir, i think this one's not our level of responsibility."
"I was just thinking the same thing."
"You know i never thought you'd be stupid enough to come back after i tried to kill you." i grinned at the man wearing the bandana who had interrogated me the first time.
"Well, you know the drill. If the boss tells you do do something you just go ahead and do it," i replied flippantly as i inspected my blood encrusted nails. "How have your knees been doing?"
"They're a little sore, but all healed up now."
"That's nice. I really didn't think that would do much to stop you. In all honesty, i was just trying to run. Not like it helped me much my stupid boss sent me back here anyway."
He nodded along with me and then motioned for a man with a scar across his face to enter the room. "This is Shikaku. He's going to be helping me wind walk you."
I tilted my head and shrugged, "ok then. You mind walking me or whatever that means."
The scared man placed a calloused palm on my head and the next thing i knew i was out.
"This is what her mind looks like? How interesting." Ibiki otherwise known as the interrogator looked around the brightly lit circular-shaped room. The walls were white and there were doors every three inches or so.
Curious Ibiki opened a door marked one and was met with a much larger room filled with picture frames. The largest one was very of a happy family, the girl he had come to know as Ketsuen grinning happily in between two gleeful adults holding a young boy.
"This must be her family hu Shikaku?"
The scared man nodded, "i would guess so, but i also would have to say he killed them. Did you see the pictures above it?"
Frowning Ibki looked up and paled slightly. There was a picture of the man bloodied beyond recognition, and eyes ripped forcefully from their sockets. "She did that to her father?"
"It would seem so…" the pictures of her mother wasn't any better and her younger brothers picture was almost too disgusting to look at. His eyes were shoved into his mouth and his body was covered in bite marks.
There were traces of tiny footprints and thin tail marks as though he had been bitten to death mice. There was a picture drawn on his chest to. A few stick figures. Three of them had their eyes drawn as an x.
The rest of the pictures decorating the walls weren't much better. Piles of bones, before and after pictures of the people she killed and the final section was most likely of the wound she had died from.
It was a simple hole in her chest that had bleed out like a star. The man who killed her was no doubt in worse shape. There was a small poem as well. It was in its own picture frame, black words on white and written in loopy cursive.
There, once was a tree
The men cut down.
Its fruits went uneaten.
And the men built a temple
Where they worshiped their god
The men grew hungry
And pleaded for food.
Those men forgot
The tree's fruits had went uneaten.
"What an interesting poem. Wonder why it's here. There are so many trees in kahona."
"I think she was talking about her own home Ibiki."
There was a moment of silence before they decided to move to the next room. It was just like the other room except this one was much smaller and all of the pictures were of the people they knew she had killed.
The woman she killed in the hospital and an entire wall was dedicated to a village she had slaughtered.
"We aren't getting anything from this."
"There's always the other doors."
"I guess."
Ibiki reached out and pulled open the door. He was met by a cold gust of air and instead of the white rooms filled with pictures it was grey land. There were creatures everywhere that looked more hideous than anything there of the two men had ever seen.
"Are those?"
"Yup! Those are shinigami. My boss lives there and I came to your world from here!" The two men wired to the side to face the girl whose mind they were searching she was standing in the cold as if it was perfectly normal. "You just entered my territory."
The smirk she gave them was enough to rival their worst nightmares and they would be dreaming of it in their nightmares.