‘ right. ’ it didn’t take long until claws were wrapped tight around beating heart, pulsating under the light; it drops down to fall next to heel pressed on dead man’s throat. as lovely as he is deadly. feral in his beauty. grace in putrid molds. they made him into violence, a war - ground. his bones / his skin / they have all turned to ash. saccharine lips marred by bitter strands that webbed his face, blood - splattered fingers now raised, leaving streaks on his face where skin seeps through the congealing reds and blacks. a lilt, he lets a grin surface: the glint of alabaster teeth striking. ‘ stick to the plan then, softie. ’
Only a CHILD and yet already so RUTHLESS, sympathy seemingly missing beneath bright blue hues but even then the snowy haired boy spoke almost innocently, a child like tone directed at him even in his bloodied state-------- FRIGHTENING. Killua Zoldyck was a dangerous boy and Shoichi could only be grateful that today he was in his side.
“ I’m not an assassin you know. ”
Shoichi frowned, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he slides his hand along his back pocket quickly retrieving a clean handkerchief and offering it towards his partner.
“ But I’m sorry----- and here. clean yourself up. ”