seen as i am { touka & fetch }
IDIOT is all all she can think of this guy whose steps followed her own. She likes to think she's mastered the art of blending in. Feigning ignorance to being followed? Maybe. If it weren't for her strengthened inclinations to show this guy just who he was dealing with so he'd stop, maybe she wouldn't have bothered. His persistence was infuriating, wishing now more than ever that she'd killed him in time so he wouldn't live again (or at least, so she thinks... Unless they'd have brought him back to life again). She wouldn't like to think again how damn fucking annoying it was to have a guy following her around making his failed attempts to get rid of her permanently, which settles today's plight for vengeance. She's only just heard that the scientists restored the system and that killing this guy wouldn't do much if he were to live again… But she won't back down now. This time she'll show him just who he was dealing with in hopes that he'll give up once struck with fear. She stops in her tracks when she reaches the end of the alley and doesn't move. Even when the guy's scent draws closer and closer… Too close he is now that she can hear his footsteps, doesn't even flinch when the idiot reaches for her neck, holding her close, knife at her throat with his stinking breath.
'Heheh, time to end this once and for all, huh? Die… You monster!!' And he makes to slit her throat, except it does nothing. Draws no crimson of blood that he expects, only the slow shift of her eyes into its colour and she turns. Facing the guy who looks from his knife to Touka again, horrified. Still she does nothing, only looking at the man like she'd been so bored all this time. The knife bends sideways when he takes another stab at her abdomen and finally, she speaks. "Oh, haven't you heard?" And from her shoulder rises a dark shadow. Fire resembling that of a wing as it rips through her clothing to reveal itself. Charging forwards abruptly it shifts, crystallized so it's thrust forward, stabbing clean through the man's chest.
"You don't even stand a chance. Stop wasting your time, you fucker." He'll find out he gets to live again soon enough. She just wishes he didn't have to. But when the body drops dead to the ground she's faced with another… The scent of a human that's followed this bastard? A woman with pink hair. Her wing unfurls, slipping itself back into her shoulder, eyes restored from its crimson shade. This isn't the first she's been seen to kill…nor is it the first that her wing was seen by a human. So she stands unmoving, waiting for a reaction from this other woman before she presents her own.
