Shizuo was now looking straight at her. She knew him well, better than a lot of people, she worked with him, she had witnessed an incredible number of his fights and she had fought against him, yet she had never seen him like that.
No other human made her tremble in fear like that. No other human ever made her feel like she could die in their hand.
He had killed Slon like it was nothing, severed his head from his body like it was nothing, as easily as someone would have done with a cookie. And, more than anything, he did all of that like nothing mattered at all, like her companion was as interesting as some cockroach.
At the moment, everything surrounding his death was shoved in the back of her, this tall blonde man was walking toward her and he wanted to kill.
To Shizuo, nothing mattered anymore, all he wanted was to get rid of all disturbance. Kasuka was dead, nothing was important anymore.
All he had in mind was revenge, all he thought, breathed and touched was revenge. Humans were not humans if they killed Kasuka. It was ok to hurt them, it was ok to get rid of them.
So Shizuo killed that man, and now he was advancing toward the girl, deep down he had the feeling that long ago he knew her, but that didn't matter anymore, even if he knew her she now was nothing more than one of Kasuka's assassins.
At each step he took toward her, she stepped back, until she lost her balance and fall in the bushes. She stayed motionless for a while, allowing the blonde to catch up on her.
He took ahold of her neck and lifted her.
Her feet were desperately moving, she clenched her nails in his hands, trying to loosen the hold he had on her neck. At every attempt she made, the grip grew stronger and stronger, not allowing her to breath.
As a last resort she tried to speak, hoping that maybe he would recognize her voice.
"Shi...zu ...o -san..."
Hearing this somehow familiar voice he froze, in a daze it seemed like it reminded him of something, of a time when Kasuka was alive and that his only worry was that flea Orihara Izaya.
His eyes, once dry and void of any emotion, were starting to get wet.
His grip grew stronger and her lips were coloured in a sweet shade of blue.
She died quickly and for a long time, Shizuo hold her body in the air, and cried.