#mxterixlism

[skyflameboss]

combxtants, blancavenir, mxterixlism

“This is an unusual visit, can I help you with something? You’re not lost are you”

[cielodea]

❝ Hm? ❞ The cuff of her jacket is wet

from tears, but she quickly raises a hand

to brush away any lasting hints of sadness.

❝  Oh---are you looking for something? You 

look lost.  ❞

[risentimento-blog]

       ( mxterixlism. )

           The Cloud did not bat an eye as the current Decimo scolded her for her mistakes, even though he did it with a small and sympathetic smile. he wasn’t sure what pissed her off more: that smile that almost seemed to look down on her or the fact that she had failed to begin with. Emi, though an unwilling participant in this Mafia world, was prideful and believed in getting the job done. Just because she hated it did not mean she could half-ass her assignments.

            In fact, she worked the hardest. Was the most determined to do things right--if only for her pride. When Tsunayoushi dismissed her, she merely thanked him--though bitterly--beneath her breath and stepped out of his office. Ayane was waiting for her outside, golden doe eyes full of worry. Though, as the brunette called her name, the raven merely ignored her in favor of striding down the halls with brisk steps, hell and fury at her heels.

          The rest of the night was spent locked away in her room, and anyone who dared to disturbed her was met with a harsh blow that would most certainly give them some kind of pain th following morning. Good intentions or not, she was brooding, and she had every intent on confronting the problem head on the following day.

                          -- Which couldn’t come any sooner, if anyone asked her.

           Finding him was easy enough.She was a predator, and hunting and tracking was almost second nature. Though born into a normal life, the blood thirst of a mafiosa seemed to run naturally through her blood. She stalked him through the halls, keeping a good and casual distance--though students who crossed her path parted like the red sea. They had learned when she first transferred in that she was not to be messed with; now more so than usual.

           As soon as the halls became empty--or relative empty, considering there was still a few more students lingering in the premises--she made her move. Cornering him, fingers gripped at the fabric of his blazer, using surprising force despite her size to slam him mercilessly against the wall. Her things clattered across the floor, a cold and menacing haze sharpened upon her prey, an icy hell seemingly captured within her crystalline hues.

                  “ You must have some kind of death wish, Kita-san, “ she growled out, venom dripping in her tone. On-lookers gasped, shrinking away and averting their eyes as if nothing had happened. Good, she did not need witnesses when she spilled his blood.