It had been well over 18 years since Kosodoro, Koho's blade, had last spoken to her. He, presumably, was quite the sly entity and as such bonded eloquently with Koho. The red Victorian dressed woman perched herself on a rooftop as her sharp blues lifted into the sky and observed the falseness of mineral lights. "I still remember what you told me..." She would say outwardly, appearing somewhat dishearten, recalling the memories of her turbulent childhood that left her battered and bruised. And now our eyes seep away from reality into a dreamscape of past actions, a sequence of events only experienced by Koho.
"Why can't I see my father and mother?!" A young orange haired child would protest, blood and bruises acting as make-up for her face, but her tiny foot stomp would be met with a punishable kick to the face. In a wide room, perhaps some sort of training room, Koho and the other six children were kept for the majority of the day; everyday. The brutish looking guards, members of the Makeoshimi Sword as they called themselves, were posted all around the room to drill in battle techniques and hateful slurs. Her question was left unanswered as her small frame hit the ground with a loud smack, the guard but only laughed at the girl before stationing himself at the entrance to the room, still smiling. "Let us out!" She would scream, slamming her palms against the mat, and protesting as tears fell from her face and diluted in with the scarlet smears of blood.
But her screams, as pitiful as they were, were only answered by an official looking man - dressed in fashionable Victorian dress - approached Koho with a kind smile. He offered up his hand, and did not say a word, but instead smiled with a sickly expression of kindness. She, after lifting her small frame up enough, would meet his gaze and immediately take his hand. "Fear not child, for judgement has yet to be placed." The man would say, slowly dropping his smile into a neutral expression, and then with quite enough force he began to drag her away from the training room. The Makeoshimi children saw this, they ran towards their sister and screamed for her release, but were only met with strict punishment - the 6th was almost beaten to death. The next thing that Koho could remember was waking up in another room...
Her vision had failed her, eyes were swollen with sleep - something she was always denied - and body unwilling to move from the comfort beneath. It felt like she was on a bed, but what did a bed feel like? Koho, and the other children, were always denied the basic rights and thus were never allowed to sleep in a bed; despite being 'royalty'. But after time, her vision would return and control over her own physique would reestablish, and all would seem well again. The room that she was situated in was overbearingly feminine, a little girl's haven, but it was still a bit much on the pink. There was a massive window that overlooked the Makeoshimi empire from the tower heights. You see, the castle of Makeoshimi was situated in the center of the city and it extended up into a spire, so to speak. "Do you want to be free?" A sharp voice suddenly spoke up as Koho perched herself against the pane looking out onto the big wide world. Frantically, the girl would turn around and press her back against the glass with widened eyes.
She fully believed that she would receive another beating. "Don't be hesitant, my child. All you have to do is just... Hold this sword." The Victorian dressed man, who for a lack of better terms was so shady, approached the young girl with an case made out of oak wood; polished, of course. Koho stayed completely still as the man came closer until he was but a few feet away. He would crouch down to her level and open the elongated case, revealing Kosodoro... The blackened blade which refracted so sexually against the light of the outside world. It was an odd sensation but Koho had forgotten her fear as soon as her sharp blues lay on the blackened blade, which was decorated with a handle that, when held, would fit inside of a decorative snake. "Hold it..." The girl would repeat as her hands stretched towards the sword until the tips of her fingers pressed upon the handle.
And in that moment, it felt as if the world con-caved and blended around the two beings in the room: Koho and, no not the man, but the blade. It all happened in a single moment, which felt like forever, but the blade, Kosodoro, actually conversed with her and asked her to do something for him, if the blade could be identified as male or female - it would be male. The blade asked her to do something... Something that would shock and disgust the young girl, something that she could do. And without doing this deed, the two could never be a single creature. Koho was entranced by Kosodoro, an ancient blade that belonged to the Makeoshimi founders, and Kosodoro felt the same by the young girl.
The dream sequence ended and our eyes fade back to the adult version of Koho. Whom reflected back on the day where she was asked to kill all of her brothers and sister so that Kosodoro could be appeased, and in turn, he would allow for Koho to gain access to his power. But the woman could have never done something like that, she wouldn't have been able to take the lives away from her brothers and sisters; especially not Sadako. However times had changed and the course of fate flowed differently now... She was ready to soak the blade in innocent blood, to quench his thirst with an overwhelming gorge on blood.
Later that night, Koho would find herself dressed in a black number that covered her modestly but allowed for her hair to flow somewhat more freely. Kosodoro was sheathed on her hip. The 3rd had killed a lot of people, she had long since forgotten her own conscious and was instead fueled by the prospect of gaining access to more power, which would allow her to further the empire's goal. She wanted to rule on the throne of her fair city, not those tyrant kinds, but her and a single suitor. Koho would approach the Sunan Academy, a fairly large complex, which housed the budding young pups. Although one would think that there would be no children within the Academy due to the time of night. Well, you would be wrong, obviously. Earlier on that day, the woman had procured a certain number of subjects for tonight's festivities, and detained them within a classroom - of course there was some resistance, which resulted in beatings - and then there was interfering lecturers that had kept themselves behind the desk, after hours.
Golly gosh, they were an object that could be removed easily.
Koho would enter the Academy, whistling as she unsheathed Kosodoro and trailed his tip along a radiator so the sound of her approaching was noticeable to the children. Anyway, time was not for wasting, and Koho made her way to the selected classroom where a collection of children were screaming with muffled voices; duck tape was absolutely fantastic. It was fantastic, absolutely amazing to see salty tears, and broken little hearts as the ones, who could move, tried to claw their way out by banging on the classroom walls. The door moaned to a tight shut... And then... Well, you know.
The 3rd would have already left before daylight, or fake-light, had broken and the day returned to normality. But before she left the Academy, left her horrible series of murders behind, she would find herself standing among the bodies of dead dolls with blood speckled over her face and dribbling from Kosodoro's teeth. Did that appease him, the murder of so many little pups? It wasn't as if Koho felt bad about what she had just done, in fact she was happy, happy that she had finally done what her loyal friend asked of her.
Now it would only be a matter of time before his powers became one with hers.
To share a soul together... Riveting...