Chapter 14 Spice and Salt

"What's so important about this dude anyway?" Spice asked. She and Salt were crouched on the roof of their current target, Tamaki what's-his-name. Sayu had asked her to keep an eye on Salt (not that she need much prompting.) so he doesn't go all out on the theatrics and makes it obvious that someone is pretending to be Sugar.

"Another rapist." He replied while bending down to get some equipment, giving Spice a nice view of his butt. "She seems more inclined to kill rapists. Think it's some sort of childhood trauma?"

Tilting her head, Spice thought about it for a second. "Maybe. I think it's more likely about her disgust of such people and pity for the victims." She took out her laptop and started hacking into the manor. "I'm glad this idiot put his vault in his bedroom; makes it easier to keep an eye on you."

"Oi!" He whisper-shouted angrily. "I don't need a bloody babysitter!"

"Don't tell me that; tell Sugar." She snorted. "She thinks L may recognize your flamboyant killing style."

"My killing is not flamboyant!"

"Does the name Backyard Bottomslash ring any bells? You made her a fricking clock, for God's sake! The police still don't know what you did with her other arm!" A beep from Spice's computer interrupted their argument. "Security's down. We have a 20 minute window and the cameras are on loop. Let's move."

Silent as the grave, the two slid their goggles over their eyes and crept over to the ledge of the roof. Salt lowered himself down to the narrow window ledge below. He picked the window lock of the target's bedroom in seconds, and they crawled into the dark room.

The target was soundly asleep in his bed, which Salt approached. Spice watched him draw his knife, an exact replica of Sugar's—a beautiful black-green blade, which was narrow near the handle, but widened at the tip. A perfect throwing knife.

Salt shoved the blade deep into the man's throat, blood splashing out of the wound and onto his hand and face. He wiped a bit of blood off his goggles, making Spice laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked.

"I'm just remembering of Sugar's first kill. After the kill, she said something about, 'Baptized in the blood of the guilty, I become the blade of Justice.' Imagine a 13 year old covered in blood because she didn't have any idea about anatomy talking like Kira. It's hilarious; considering how much she hates him, Sugar and Kira are a lot alike." She went over to a portrait of the recently-killed target and removed it, revealing a safe. "To easy."

Three minutes later, Spice had cracked the safe emptied it of its valuables, and packed it full of plastic explosives. "Okay, now that that's done…" She turned around, only to be taken into a breath-taking kiss. When they parted for much needed air, Spice gasped out, "Well… that was unexpected."

"Sorry. There is something about killing that turned me on. Hope you don't mind." He moved his lips closer to her ear. "Do you want to know what I did with Bottomslash's arm?" Hesitantly, she nodded and one could hear his smirk as he whispered, "I ate it. Medium rare with a vintage 1987 red wine."

Spice leaned back a little and a twisted smile grew on her mouth. "Beyond Birthday… you sick, nasty bastard." And their lips met once again for their passionate dance.