The white-skinned girl of snow and crimson cheeks thought to herself as she wandered the streets on her own, towering over most that she would encounter. Things had changed rapidly in the short time since she had steeled herself ready. The world was evolving rapidly, but that always seemed to be the case. She would change and grow accordingly. The annoyance in the back of her mind that the small child was promoted ahead of her was enough to nearly threaten the ever present smile on her face, one that even now presented an outward facing appearance of quiet and calm.
She truly did not care how "difficult" the oddly shaped man's training was. Nothing could be more crushing than that which had steeled herself from childhood. From beyond even that. Since the womb as hatred had been pumped directly into her veins along with the altering drugs and whatever substances the criminal-turned-boogeyman-turned Sennin Miroku Akkuma had deemed necesseary. Her parents tried to fight the effects, but even though it was a mercy killing and surely no one would fault her for doing what was necessary....she still took their lives.
A smile cracked just a bit broader then.
It was her first and countless more had followed and fallen accordingly. Perhaps the young girl whom the mustached man some reason saw fit to promote ahead of her would be next. Perhaps her parents so she could know true despair. Thoughts crept into her mind. She was arrogant and ignorant. The blonde kunoichi truly knew very little of the girl, but the disrespect radiated from her openly, the contempt. Thoughts about throwing her into the pits of despair and loss echoed in her mind and thousands of various methods to go about it echoed in her mind. Who knows. Perhaps, if she were to seek out such an outcome...and the girl was able to claw back from the bowels of hell, she could become a true force of nature. Not that Akari would let her know who was responsible. No....like all her kills, if she were to take this course of action, it would be with the utmost precision so that no one would even think to question if it was her.
Of course, this was just a thought, not unlike many others that occupied her mind at the time and so, though she was told to enjoy her night, she decided to make her way home to prepare. For what? Not even sure was 100% sure of, for her plans and actions were ever shifting, as were her targets. Kamiya Akari was the truest form of a killer. Not a berserker who relished in mindless gore and violence, no. She was cautious to cover all tracks, so that not even a shadow of her existence could be felt as the last breath exited the lungs of her victim. Nature could never truly be overcome by Nurture. The only difference was laid with the fact that she was a product of both due to the manipulation on the genetic level. And it was uncertain as to which was truly dominant. Only time would tell.
[WC 543]
She truly did not care how "difficult" the oddly shaped man's training was. Nothing could be more crushing than that which had steeled herself from childhood. From beyond even that. Since the womb as hatred had been pumped directly into her veins along with the altering drugs and whatever substances the criminal-turned-boogeyman-turned Sennin Miroku Akkuma had deemed necesseary. Her parents tried to fight the effects, but even though it was a mercy killing and surely no one would fault her for doing what was necessary....she still took their lives.
A smile cracked just a bit broader then.
It was her first and countless more had followed and fallen accordingly. Perhaps the young girl whom the mustached man some reason saw fit to promote ahead of her would be next. Perhaps her parents so she could know true despair. Thoughts crept into her mind. She was arrogant and ignorant. The blonde kunoichi truly knew very little of the girl, but the disrespect radiated from her openly, the contempt. Thoughts about throwing her into the pits of despair and loss echoed in her mind and thousands of various methods to go about it echoed in her mind. Who knows. Perhaps, if she were to seek out such an outcome...and the girl was able to claw back from the bowels of hell, she could become a true force of nature. Not that Akari would let her know who was responsible. No....like all her kills, if she were to take this course of action, it would be with the utmost precision so that no one would even think to question if it was her.
Of course, this was just a thought, not unlike many others that occupied her mind at the time and so, though she was told to enjoy her night, she decided to make her way home to prepare. For what? Not even sure was 100% sure of, for her plans and actions were ever shifting, as were her targets. Kamiya Akari was the truest form of a killer. Not a berserker who relished in mindless gore and violence, no. She was cautious to cover all tracks, so that not even a shadow of her existence could be felt as the last breath exited the lungs of her victim. Nature could never truly be overcome by Nurture. The only difference was laid with the fact that she was a product of both due to the manipulation on the genetic level. And it was uncertain as to which was truly dominant. Only time would tell.
[WC 543]