As Mikoto returned from his usual night, albeit a bit early, a small figure sat in his darkened room.
"You're back early…" said the figure in a small voice.
Mikoto smiled apologetically, "I know…but there wasn't much fun in tonight…"
"I told you to kill the vanguard—"
"And I did…But it wasn't interesting…not as much as Totsuka was anyway…"
"There's a group of annoying teens out by another bar…the other bar that you frequent. I want you to find them, kill them, and don't get caught…" said the voice from the shadows.
"Yes…my queen," He smirked and the red king kneeled down, kissing the pale hand of the girl who stared down at him with crimson hues.
"Mikoto, I'm closing up and leaving now…" Izumo's voice came from downstairs as Mikoto was resting on his couch in his bedroom.
"A'ight…" the crimson haired man said lazily, yawning while scrolling the internet on his PDA.
Izumo rolled his eyes at the other's statement and left the bar, locking it and leaving to go home.
After a few hours, around 1 am, someone dumped a soft bundle of stuff onto Mikoto's chest, waking him up slowly.
"It is time to go, Mikoto..." said the little albino girl, her crimson eyes looking from the large knife in her hand to him "Ah, couldn't you let me sleep for just a little longer, Anna-chan?"
"You've been slacking lately, ever since you killed Tatara. Don't tell me you regret it?"
"Of course not—"
"Good, now get going..." Anna replied harshly, placing the knife onto his stomach and walking back upstairs, "Your last victim of Homra, will be the bartender, can you do it?" she asked, turning around from the base of the stair case, a shroud of darkness shadowing her face, but the gleam of the moonlight glinted off of her scarlet eyes.
"Ah, give me more credit than that…I've killed off everyone else…"
"I know. Remember to show no mercy..."
"Yes yes, I know..." Mikoto waved off her statement as he slipped the black hoodie over his head and torso, and picking up his mask, "Oh, you cleaned it.."
"Yes, it was becoming very dirty, and to show my gratitude, I cleaned everything, it took all day, but I hope it was worth it, now go, so we can have cake when you get back…"
Mikoto smirked through his mask, "Yes, my queen." He stated before leaving through a window and after he had slipped his knife into his pullover hoodie sleeve.
Izumo slept peacefully in his full-sized bed, his blankets pulled over him as gentle breaths kept themselves at an even pace. But a small slide and click from his front apartment door was enough to arouse him from his slumber. He grabbed his lighter and crept out of his room, sneaking toward his door; coming upon the door it was locked, and looked like it had not even been touched. His brown eyes shifted back and forth in his dark house, until he flipped a light on and a knife flew out of nowhere, stabbing him in the hand that held his lighter. The blond dropped the lighter and grabbed onto his hand, groaning in pain. A larger hand grabbed him by the back of the neck and pinned him to the wall, crushing his face against the white, rough texture of it.
Mentally cursing through the pain of his hand and being held to the wall by his neck, he attempted to raise his other hand to fend off whoever was trying to kill him, but it was no use as the assailant stabbed that against the wall using the knife from the other hand after pulling it out.
"It's useless to struggle, Kusanagi.." said the attacker in a gruff voice, "I am much stronger than you," said the attacker, letting him go to walk into the kitchen, "I suggest you don't attempt to run or fight, it'll only make things more painful on your part," he said, rummaging around the kitchen until pulling out more knives and walking back into the living room where Kusanagi Izumo grit his teeth, yelling at the man before him, holding a knife block full of knives and a smiley-face mask over his face, "WHY?! Why are you killing everyone?!" he yelled to the black hoodied man placed the block of knives down, "Why? Because—" he paused to take his mask off, and lowered his hood pushing his scarlet hair back further with a bloody hand, "Because I love to see your faces, when you're in pain. It excites me..." Mikoto stated before throwing the mask to the side and picking the block back up and selecting a knife, "How about we play some darts, Izumo? Except, you're the target…" he grinned and chucked the knife at the other, hitting Izumo in the arm with a sickening emthunkem and pinning him to the wall from both arms. The elder screamed in pain and struggles to get free but it was useless as another knife struck him in the leg
"Ah, I'm better at this than expected!" the red head stated joyously before throwing another, it hitting the wall, "Said that too soon.." he added.
Knife after knife was thrown until they were all stuck either in the target or in the wall, only one had missed its mark, and the rest were all stuck into a bloodied and exhausted blonde bartender who was pinned to the wall. Yes, Izumo was in extreme pain, but he was now just running on adrenaline to stay alive as Mikoto walked forward and pulled the knife out of the wall as it had missed Kusanagi by just mere inches.
Blood gurgled from Izumo's mouth as he looked up weakly, Mikoto's hand grabbing him by the hair and holding his head up.
In 3…2…1…aim and—
With a revolting thunk and crack of the victim's skull, Mikoto had stabbed the other right between the eyes, causing the skull to nearly split open. Blood ran down the face and onto the rest of the body which was held up from the scattered knife littering the body, staining the pajamas that Izumo had been wearing while he had slept.