disclaimer: disclaimed.
dedication: boop de oop.
notes: Mindless Self Indulgence was, is, and always will be hot shit.
chapter title: jesus christ
summary: I wanna wrap my hands around that pretty neck and squeeze. — Exwires.
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Rin kills loudly.
He kills often, more than the rest combined (except maybe Takara, but then, no one really knows what goes on behind those squinted eyes—Rin still remembers the forest and the lanterns). The crackle of fire pops in his ears, and he burns as he kills. He sets the world alight and leaves it, slicing through demonic flesh and muscle to leave destruction behind him as he goes, whimsical but dangerous because Rin does not forgive.
He is perhaps more compassionate in his killing, because sometimes he can hear what his victims think as they die, and that is not something that anyone should ever have to deal with. So he kills loudly, roaring rage and fire, an accidental arsonist on the loose.
He kills because it's easier than admitting that he still hasn't forgiven himself for his father's death, yet. He kills and it tastes like revenge, edged in pain and the dust of the ages against his tongue.
It should make him sick, but Rin can't bring himself to care.
But the bite of steel through skin still makes him grit his teeth, and the sense of wrongness lingers in his head for a long time after everything around him has turned to ash.
Rin kills because sometimes he thinks he doesn't have a choice.
(He's still trying to atone for sins he never had a say in anyway—Yukio would be proud.)
And he falls from the sky, Kurikara screaming as it slices through the air, and plunges down into bubbled flesh to burst the festering pustules open and set them ablaze.
The explosion shakes a thirty-mile circumference to its core.
He jumps back at the last second. Watches it burn. Spits, bitter. The flames hiss and fizz, and consume everything in their path.
Snap.
Crackle.
Pop-pop-pop!
Rin kills loudly.
tbc.