Their eyes turn to slit, amusement clear on their features even as the woman got close with a weapon in hand. There was no worry on their part, of course. They who mastered and expanded their repertoire, covering near every element known to the average shinobi and both medical and necromantic arts, for mere amusement’s sake could certainly defend themselves against a sword.
It didn’t even matter if she were to close off their exit. Though their form would suggest that agile action would be impossible, the two had always been good with acrobatics and had learned to work together as a unit before they had become this. The extra pair of legs could actually be of help, when needs must, really. And if running won’t do, well... they were always up for a good fight to make sure they stayed limber and swift.
So no, very little could break their calm even in the face of all this gore.
“We’ve seen enough,” brother purred, obviously tickled at this whole encounter.
“And it pleases us that you are no illusion, truly,” sister spoke, thoughtful and tone tinged with a hint of melancholy.
It was quite the possibility, after all, that she was indeed an illusion, something of their own concoction to cope with these new lands. There is the very real possibility that they had created her without thinking with the ease they could put others in make believe universes, to feel some sort of familiarity in all of this. Because how many times have they put themselves under illusions to escape their very being when they first were lucid enough to realize what they had become?
Reality could be overrated. But very little of it could leave one unhinged, mind shattered to tiny bits and pieces. Not a good thing.
It says something that they would think they’d make up a murderer to feel comfortable. And they were well aware of how problematic that is.
The two burst out into quiet laughter, heads tilted toward each other as if to conspire.
“Call you a monster, do they? Can you believe that, brother mine?”
“They obviously haven’t seen us, sister mine.”
A pause before they spoke: “If it’s all well and good for you, we are not these people.”
They offered to take Rise’s right hand then and, if it had been given, would each place a kiss on the woman’s knuckles. Because, yes, that is admiration in their eyes. Not only because of the beauty she obviously possessed but because of the beast that they could perceive inside her.
It was beastly, after all, to murder.
They introduced themselves; “Akane” and “Akihiko” before raising a hand as a strange fluid started to seep through the floor, inching towards the corpses... what little there were, feasting on flesh, blood and bone until all was cleansed, erasing nearly every evidence of the crime that had transpired.
“Royal Water for precaution, angel,” Akihiko explains as his sister finishes the technique with a flourish of her hand. “Masterstroke as it had been, it will not do to incur the suspicion or wrath of the guards because of maggots such as them. You understand, of course.”
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