"Kizami stop please Let me go!" Yuka wailed, she had recovered from the punch but couldn't find enough strength to get away from Kizami."
Kizami wasn't hearing any off it. This...this was the best day of his life, he had done it, killed almost everyone he really wanted to kill! 'If only Shimada was around, I'd gut him with his own knife,' Kizami smiled to himself ignoring Yuka's screams and kicks and pleas. 'I'll take her somewhere, I'll tie her up. I'll give her a choice, sister or death.' It all made perfect sense in Kizami's mind.
"No."
"Hmm" Kizami stopped. "Who said that?"
"Behind you shitface." Sachiko had learned that word from one of her many victims, she thoroughly enjoyed using it.
Kizami turned around. Yuka just sobbed and grabbed at his hand trying to unclasp his fingers from her clothes. He was not yet threatened. "What do you want?"
Sachiko grinned. "I'm preparing for an event." She said happily. "The only thing missing is my guests, It's going to be a big show and I'd like everyone to be there."
Kizami looked confused but quickly plastered on his regular steely glare. He smiled. "I'm afraid I have other matters to attend to right now." He turned to walk away.
It wasn't a suggestion it was an order!
Kizami stopped again infinitely more pissed off. "Look bitch I don't care I said I'm bus-" he turned around and she was gone. "Tch." He kept walking. Yuka was becoming more exhausted and beginning to put up less of a struggle.
Kizami used his free hand to scratch his other wrist. Something was bothering him, some kind of sting or burning sensation. He looked at Yuka, she wasn't doing anything. He ignored it and walked.
"Kizami please stop this...I'm not your sister...I'm sorry" Yuka pleaded with him.
"You should be sorry...sorry for being a liar."
The burning became more persistent, ignoring it became harder. "God dammit!" He threw Yuka to the ground and put his foot on her back to stop her from running while he checked. He pulled up his sleeve. The wrist on his right hand was bleeding, a perfect circle all the way around. "The hell! The Hell is this?!" The blood trickled all the way down his arm, it looked like a cup that was over filling causing beads of liquid to run down the side. He stared at it mesmerized, faintly he used his index finger to trace over it. There was more blood, it felt as if there were an invisible wire around it being tightened and cutting deeper into his flesh and even right into the bone. "Grr. Stop." He grabbed his wrist. Something wasn't right, it was...more...precarious. Like it wasn't properly attached.
"Ahhhh" he screamed at what he saw and felt next. His hand was tearing away at one side, sliding off. Kizami's reflexes made touch it again and try to sit it back into place, it only made things worse. His whole hand was now dangling by one bit of skin. Kizami fell backwards screaming. Yuka started screaming as well, too shocked by the sight to run.
Yoshikazu walked over to Yuka. He picked her up. He wasn't rough with her, he didn't need to be. He walked away with her leaving Kizami to scream in horror at his empty wrist space. His hand was hanging on by one thin shaft of skin and blood was pouring out of it relentlessly. There were soft footsteps approaching him.
"Hehe, It's okay shitface I might need you." Sachiko said in her childish, playful tone. She held up an iron. It wasn't plugged into anything so it couldn't possibly be hot is what Kizami was thinking. Sachiko smiled fiendishly. The halls of heavenly host were filled with the sounds of sizzling flesh and deafening screams.
