The scent of blood and death hung heavy in the night air as several more bodies hit the ground before remaining lifeless. Gunshots followed by shouts of desperation to drive back the Vongola dogs filled the night as Takeshi remained unfazed to the sound of death that surrounded them. Tightening his grip on his Katana as he easily slashed through flesh and bone, the Rain stole a glance towards his men who were engaged in their own battles.
“Move forward and leave no survivors!”
Exactly when had it been where he had stopped having night terrors of the men and women he had slayed under Tsuna’s order? How long had it been since he’d last felt remorse or even regret for taking away someone else’s family? Honestly, Takeshi could no longer recall nor did he fell that it mattered anymore. After all, the mafia world was a constant battlefield and even one small act of mercy could later endanger those important to him.
Feeling the first few drops of rain begin to fall, Takeshi paid it no mind as he focused on the blonde female; no older than eighteen who braved getting caught in his path.
What a shame. She would have grown up to be beautiful.
Dismissing the thought as quick as it had appeared, the raven haired awaited her first move. The cold drops of rain began to fall faster as he steadied his breathing. Cold heavy drops of rain fell in heavy sheets as they both eyes their opponent. Taking that as her cue to attack, the blonde girl rushed towards him, blue eyes blazing with pure hatred for the hand they played in her family’s death.
Deflecting the blow that was aimed for his stomach, a brief flicker of surprise flashed though her orbs, but that was all Takeshi needed for an opening. Taking his chance, he skilfully slid his Katana right through her heart, assuring her a quick and hopefully painless death.
Sliding the weapon out from her body, he made no move to catch the falling her as she crumpled to the ground, the sound of it lost against the rain.
Feeling a pair of eyes on his frame from behind, Takeshi whipped around expecting another enemy, instead he was greeted with the sight of his younger self soaked with rain; a stark contrast to his own bloody appearance.
