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@yugidonthitmemutou || from (here)
“’Course I promise, and oni never break a promise, kid, contract or not.” Anyone that dared to cross his path would be a fool, for Shiranui was one demon that was not to be trifled with. Even if he didn’t have a weapon on his person at all times, his immense strength and speed were something to be feared -- not to mention his reckless behavior.
“You just keep on doin’ you, and let me keep ya safe, alright?”
{ ☠: my muse’s reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead, for Shiranui? ψ(｀∇´)ψ }
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[🐉 ]- Shiranui could have damn near laughed at the notion that Izumi may be dead, but he it wasn’t like her to just go up and missing without anyone knowing – even the Satsuma. Sure, she was a quiet woman, and a kunoichi, but she never just disappeared without a trace from her fellow oni.
There was only one possible explanation for what could have happened, and just the mere thought of it ignited a burning fury in the already hot-headed demon.
If he was right, and she had been captured, there would surely be hell to pay. Giving no warning to his peers, Shiranui holstered his pistol and took off to find information about his friend. If anyone got in his way, they would be swiftly dealt with; so long as he kept one bullet in the chamber of his weapon for when he found the bastard that thought he could get away with kidnapping Izumi, he didn’t give a damn how much ammo he used or how much blood was spilled.
Gathering information, though tedious, took little time at all, but what could one expect? Fear proved to be quite the motivator, and simply letting people see his true form seemed to strike enough fear into their pitiful hearts that he got what he wanted, though it still took longer than he would have liked.
The trail of blood he had left during his interrogations on the streets had been nothing compared to the massacre he created when he finally located the sons of bitches that had dared to lay a finger on the kunoichi. Gunshot after gunshot echoed throughout the hallways, accompanied by the guttural screams of the men pierced by his bullets like some kind of macabre symphony. By the time he made it to the room where Izumi was held captive, it was hard to tell if the walls of the building or Shiranui himself were covered in more blood splatters.
The ‘guard’ in the room made to draw his weapon and charge, but froze in place when the bloodied oni aimed his pistol directly between his eyes. Seething with rage, his eyes alone got his message across.
You picked the wrong oni to mess with, bastard.
The silence in the room was broken by the sharp sound of his pistol firing, the bullet lodging itself in the guard’s skull. Even though he crumpled to the ground, Shiranui edged closer, never taking his weapon off the body, and fired a second shot, then a third, a fourth, and finally, a fifth before feeling satisfied enough to move towards the prisoner.
Crouching slowly down beside her, he went to undo her bindings, unsure if she was even conscious or not; he hadn’t even checked when he entered the room, too busy focused on clearing out the filth first. If those bastards had done anything to hurt her, they’d better hope every man that had been a part of this had already been slaughtered.
@satsumas-kunoichi || continued from (here)
Turning at the sound of her name, she noticed Shiranui-san. It was strange for him to casually talk to her like that, since she was under the notion that he could care less about her. However, it was rude not to face someone directly when speaking to them, so she may as well let him say his piece before disregarding him entirely.
When he clicked his tongue, Izumi’s eyebrows furrowed. If this was such a pain for him, he didn’t have to do it; it wasn’t like she was forcing him to speak to her. Then she noticed the box he was extending to her. Opening it, her eyes lit up immediately, sparkling like the stars in a winter sky.
She had wanted these earrings for so long, but had never bought them due to the price. How did he know she had had her eyes on them?
Looking up at him, eyes still shining, she smiled, unable to hide her excitement. “Thank you, Shiranui-san!” She currently had all her earrings in, so she would need to excuse herself to the bathroom before she could wear her gift, but just the thought of wearing them made her giddy. She stopped for a moment, reality setting in. “But… they were expensive, right…? You… did not have to… do that for me.” Don’t get her wrong, she really appreciated the gift, but it just didn’t seem sensible!
[🐉 ]- It was a little strange to see such a delighted expression on Izumi’s face -- at least, after something he had done -- but still he refused to do anything but pout. With his hands now freed, Shiranui rested them at his hips and furrowed his own brows.
“After all that excitement, you’re gonna bring up the price?” He closed his eyes for a moment as he cocked his head, teasing her as usual to keep her from noticing any sort of joy he felt.
“Man... If you’re gonna interrogate me about ‘em, I’ll never buy you another gift again.”
@satsumas-kunoichi
“Honey, I’m hooome~” He really hoped that irritated her as much as he wanted it to.
yaminorei replied to your post: *grumbling because he still wants to just laze...
Someone also has to wonder if he’d still grumble if someone came to ask what he would like for a gift considering what was going to happen in a week.
He wouldn’t grumble, but he is going to roll over and pull her into an inescapable hug.
