wuahahaha time for bed
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[11:24:25 PM] Shizuo MOFO’n Heiwajima: Princess
[11:24:28 PM] Shizuo MOFO’n Heiwajima: hold mah flower
[11:24:39 PM] Princess Akane: you go babe, I got cho flower
[11:24:43 PM] Shizuo MOFO’n Heiwajima: yee
[11:24:46 PM] Shizuo MOFO’n Heiwajima: I’m going in
"Thank you, Iza-nii!" Akane exclaimed happily, squeezing the bunny between her hands. It was a cute little thing, very plush and pink. She placed it on her head. "It can be my friend for today," She explained, "His name is Usa-Usa."
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By the time he arrived, two hours had passed since the little princess answered her phone. Akabayashi entered a narrow and dark room that smelled of blood. He could see the body plainly, lying untouched as it had fallen. A calculated slash cut its throat, though blood no longer spilled from the wound. Its eyes were wide and glassy and the flicker of surprise, usually so sudden and ephemeral, still brightened its face. In the curl of its blackened lips, one could detect a sadness that stemmed from betrayal. But as grotesque as it was, the body only held Akabayashi’s attention for a few moments. It was the child kneeling beside it that caused him worry.
She did not respond. The Awakusu-Kai’s hitman approached her, bending one knee in an effort to reach her height. The girl’s hair curtained her face. Her expression was unreadable. Akabayashi cast his good eye to her lap, where the cadaver’s large hand sat clenched in both of her own. The appendage was already blue at the fingertips, and the way she held it suggested that it would no longer bend. Akabayashi tried to reach her again.
“Little miss? Can you hear me?”
Akane remained motionless. Her uncle’s gaze followed hers to Heiwajima’s countenance, frozen in that look of mild surprise and pain. His spirit had long since departed, yet it felt as though it was still in the room. As though it was trying to bring the little girl’s soul with it to the next world. Akane’s silence rivaled the corpse’s. Absently, she massaged Shizuo’s palm with her fingers, trying to ply the clammy flesh into something warmer.
Akabayashi couldn’t bear it. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned the child towards him, hoping that she would lift her chin. But her head remained bowed.
“Akane. Look at me.”
From the inflexible way her jaw clenched, it was apparent she didn’t want to. But when the warmth of his palms spread through her, she eventually obeyed him. When Akane met her uncle’s stare, it was with dry eyes. He realized that she was not just beyond tears. The little princess was beyond sanity.
“He isn’t dead,” She whispered.
He didn’t know what to say. He knew that now was the time to be firm, to rescue her and force her back into reality before her mind abandoned her completely. But he couldn’t. When Akabayashi saw the emptiness in her eyes, it only made him feel helpless. It filled him with questions that he knew couldn’t be answered. Where had the little girl gone? What he was holding in his hands was a cheap imitation. A prop for a horror movie, a wax doll. She was more frightening than the dead man.
“He isn’t. Don’t say it. Don’t lie.”
Despite her words, Akane’s demeanor changed. The light reentered her pupils and they grew wide. He watched the ice melt from her exterior. Her cheeks flushed as tears flooded her eyelids, her lip quivered, and he felt the tiny bones of her shoulders rattling beneath her skin. Akabayashi’s presence triggered an emotional response from her, just as everyone had hoped. He was glad that the eerie numbness departed. But he also knew that it would only be replaced with agony.
He pulled her to him and she let go of Shizuo’s hand to allow it. Akane buried herself in his jacket, clutching his shirt so tightly that she rumpled its fine-pressed collar. The edges of her skirt had soaked in Shizuo’s blood, and she shivered with cold as well as grief. He understood that she’d been kneeling beside him for hours. Akabayashi embraced her, cradling her quivering form in his long arms. She was sobbing. Muffled hiccups rose from her dark hair.
“Baby, I’m so sorry…”
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