雨滴: Bishounen Interrogation


The ‘Song That Inspires’ for this short piece is Blue by Gemini

Her red fire styled nails gripped around his pale throat as he let out a short gasp and stared into her, how unique for a Japanese boy to have eyes that were made of water. Tilting her head to the side, her dark strands of hair covering some of her face noting how there was a mix of fear but also desire in his eyes and it made her smile then giggle, a psychotic undetone lacing her voice.

Inhaling a deep breath, she stepped close and pushed him harder into the wall, her free hand carrying her prized katana keeping it close to his groin. She gave him a mischievous smile and finally spoke.

“私は彼らを殺した前にあなたは私をしたい、たくさんは私が欲しかった (You want me, a lot wanted me before I killed them)”

Her smile widened as the desire was wiped off his face and replaced by total panic. Panic for living and see the sun the next morning. That pleased her, no one should judge her for her because the crawling submissive, carefree school girl outfit, the seductive vixen were all facets of the diamond. She was Yakuza and for her family’s many generations, they weren’t a clan to cross over lightly.

“さて、私のマスターは真寺を待っているされている場所 (Now where is the true temple, my master is waiting)”

The tip of her katana pressed into the young man’s flesh, he was but a simple secretary to the enemy clan of Hayato but to her, he knew all the resources, the secrets of the family he was employed to. Fortunately he was also quite stupid and had a strong taste for beautiful women. The man flinched as the metal pierced his skin lightly, allowing a small pool to form and staining his business shirt. He would die at the hands of this death goddess but he did not care.

“それは、中国では、海を渡ってい (It’s across the sea in China)” He winced back and she sighed out softly then pursed her lips why would the maps be in another country. Her brows knitted together as she started reflecting on what had already happened. No matter, her family would be informed but her patron was calling for her. She already felt the pager strapped to her garter hum against her leg twice.

“ありがとう (Thank you)” She tossed the secretary a sickeningly sweet smile before releasing her hold on his neck and withdrawing her katana. Taking a step back she turned around, looking heavenward she sighed out softly and giggled “Such a waste” before spinning around and slitting his neck open with her katana. The bishounen’s body dropped to the floor, his blood now spattering the walls and ground.

Leaning down, she cleaned her katana with his handkerchief and dropping it over his pretty face smiling cutely just as the pager buzzed again. Tugging on her silver chain that was attached to the leather studded collar around her neck, Amellade licked her lips “I am coming Sir” Turning around on her wedge shoes, she walked down the narrow alleyway, her mind now intent on returning to the arms of her patron.

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