Interrogation: Crime Lord [Kenshin] P

Mission:

Mizu stood at her mirror, massaging her arms and shoulders to get the ‘sleep’ out of them and warm them up for the days task ahead - her eyes purposefully avoiding the scars that covered her body, simply focusing on her hard eyes that glared back at her. Turning away from her reflection so did a few more stretches - separating her shoulder blades, bending her legs up to reach her shoulders one at a time until she felt awake and alert. Grabbing her body suit she slipped into it, wrapping her hands in black gauze so as to give her hands more protection - on top of all of this she pulled her Kimono around herself and tied the black ribbon Kenshin had gifted her behind her back; the thin fabric melting into the surrounding sea of black silk. 

As she left her home that was situated nearest the gates she headed down towards the center spire - not just the home of the Kazkage office it also housed several floors of prisons, holding cells and her favorite; interrogation rooms. The day was still early so the sun had yet to rise even a quarter past the horizon, casting beautiful rays over the lush garden that surrounded the Spire - easily her favorite place in the village it always brought a sense of calm to the generally wound up Mizuki. Her thoughts were so focused on the upcoming task, the excitement of showing another range of abilities to her beloved distracting her until she suddenly found herself ascending to the interrogation levels.

She sensed his presence before she saw him, not his chakra per say but him, as if they were linked in something deeper than chakra suppression could hold back. As she rounded the corner her eyes met his instantly causing her features to soften infinitesimally, her shoulders relaxed the tension they had been holding as she approached him. “Morning Ken, ready for a fun day?”, she was speaking as though they were two lovers about to embark on a date and not two known murders about to interrogate a man to death. How romantic.

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The mans’ ragged breathing seemed to be the only sound in the room, panting and desperate to contain the cries of pain he knew would only draw her to bring forth more from his throat. Finally he saw that while Kenshin was a terrifying force to behold, he was far more efficient than she was… this sadistic bitch. A bright sheen of sweat could be seen coating his face and neck all while mixing with the blood that had slowed to a light stream dripping down his nose and over his lips - falling into the growing pool on the table top. His hands trembled slightly as he struggled to regain his composure; to regain the will needed to keep his mouth shut - and he did.

Mizuki sat still as a statue as she watched this all happen - in minute detail she watched his skin tremble and heard his breathing rattle in his lungs; though try as he might his heartbeat would forever give him away, pounding at an alarming rate - terror and it was finally focused on her. Sliding her hands back onto the table she picked up a senbon and examined it, the slight pick up in his already frantic heartbeat bringing a delicious smile to her lips. “Ready or not.” With careful precision she inserted each senbon in the perfect center under each of his ten nails - the cacophony of his screams combining with the sweet smell of blood was intoxicating, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and bathe in the moment. She had a job to do though… and she knew she couldn’t relish in it for too long or she would lose the edge she was building against him, it was time to shatter that resolve. 

Ironically her own resolve was beginning to crack, the small confined space paired with the stimulant of the red flowing liquid that drew her to lick her lips was becoming more intense - when was the last time she had… fed. Her mind was too clouded in red to really focus on that answer, all she knew was that the rise and fall of her chest had increased like a predator closing in on prey. She rose to her feet once more, throwing the chair to her left and faintly hearing it break and splinter against the wall as she leaned over the table - closing the gap to only a few inches. The nails on her right hand gently brushed under the man's chin, sliding up his throat until it captured his jaw and held it fast - “Tell me. Why were you sniffing around my walls dog. Tell me or I’ll eat you alive.” The last sentence was almost like a purr from a lover and while Kenshin wouldn’t be able to see the fangs that were usually kept receded slowly emerge - the man surely would. 

If he was thought he was terrified before this was a new level - what the fuck was this woman - the flood of adrenaline wasn’t enough to bring himself to drag his hands through the kunai blades that held them fast, and even if he could his hands were useless. With eyes darting back and forth frantically from her mouth to the deep red that encompassed the eyes he broke - “Alright! It was the Hinugai Family th-they sent me to scout the defenses and find a way in… Th-they said it was for their lost sons, Nin from Sunagakure were said to have murdered them in a cave and they wanted revenge. I swear that’s all I know! I’m… I’m just here to find a way in.” His gaze returned to the terrifying enticing ones of the woman's - pleading in his expression as he silently begged for his life.

“You should be proud Kiseragi, you did as you were told - you found a way in.”, her left hand reached through the remaining gap and even though he tried to pull his face away from her, the long nails ripping into the soft flesh on the back of his neck and piercing with a sickening snap into his spine - paralyzing the man from the neck down. A fresh bout of panic set over the man as he felt his entire body disconnect from his mind - “Should have been told to find a way out too.”, with those last words she dragged his form forward and sank her fangs into his neck - the last noise she registered was the final gasp as the last ounce of life left her prey. Both of her hands were now digging into the mans’ limp form as she dragged it up out of the chair and held it fast to herself - drinking in desperation and a near feral manner. 

She had done what she was set to do, but her nature had finally caught up to her - had she been in a clearer mindset she might have been worried as to the reaction of Kenshin mere feet from her, but the Kyuetsuki curse was in control now.


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The clearing of his throat sounded like a gun shot in her ears halting her movement instantaneously - smooth and sultry in tones, direct in the questioning and yet commanding; confident that his words and presence alone would stop this man's death. Every sense and instinct was so hyper focused on the prey in front of her, her vision now tinged red at the edges as the blood lust began to consume her - her throat burned as if scorched by the desert sun for days. Why had she gone so long… So consumed with the pain of her thirst and the realization of another in the room - vaguely familiar in sound with a heartbeat that was so steady the hammering of her first prey had completely blocked it out of her senses… or perhaps she had been so singularly absorbed with him that she had blocked his presence out of her mind... She rolled her shoulders back trying to release the tension they held - to no avail. 


In the time she was processing the separate person in the room the man who had been seconds from death took that moment to spill what was left of the information he possessed, in hopes of being released no doubt - “In the walls no.. no one else got this close. I know they had requests sent out to every surrounding town stretching to the border of the Wind Country. Anyone willing enough for the high bounty they were offering.. Only the desperate. That- That's all I know I swear..”, his tone was evening out as he explained, it seemed the man had begun to relax at the mention of release… something deep in her told her that he didn’t mean the same release the man believed he did but... Kiseragi’s focus had left her completely and been placed solely on the man behind her… the man.. she knew him.. She knew..She - was consumed with rage. With a sickening sound of ripping flesh the man gasped wildly as four lines of blood sprouted on his throat and spilled down over his chest - she watched as the man choked on his blood, slumping down in the seat with mediocrity. 


Straightening up she turned finally to stare at the tall figure before her - it was like seeing a stranger that looked so familiar that you kept staring in hopes of jogging the memory. Her body wasn’t held in any hostile manner, though her eyes… were completely red, a deep ruby in the center and fading to a bright crimson at the edges - all violet hue seemingly drowned in blood. Her steps were deliberate and non confrontational, he looked at her with recognition and a little amusement, his heart beat still steady as she approached him, her hands gently rested on his chest - the momentary uptick in his heartbeat was interesting, though it went back to steady in a beat or two. Swallowing hard her breathing was becoming shallow - easily mistaken for nerves if Kenshin was a lesser man - but it was almost obvious what was to come. In a second she had the front of his shirt gripped in her fingers while her other hand had slid up behind his neck, with the force of a striking viper she was latched onto his neck - easily overcoming the height difference by the force she exerted pulling him to her level. 

The bite itself was nearly painless, like getting two needles pressed into your neck followed by the feeling of soft lips and a lightening of the head - the grip she held on him held fast for a few moments relaxing as she began to take her fill and her mind began to clear and return itself to normal. What was she doing… the fog had lifted as the lust receded back into the depths of her psyche and with it her fangs. Pulling back slightly she stared at the two puncture wounds in confusion, then down to the clothes she had gripped in her hands… then finally up to the face of Kenshin Uzumaki. Pure shock was all she could register on her face, it had been years since she had lost control like this… and to him of all people.. For her to still be allowed to draw breath was unexpected to say the least, “Ken..shin..” The once more violet eyes searched his for.. for what she couldn't even explain to herself.

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Better…now - yes she felt more invigorated than she had in ages, rejuvenated in every aspect; even her mind felt clarity that had long since slipped upon her arrival to Sunagakure. She knew what she was, she knew of her clans history and desperate care she took to keep that identity hidden. Actually the last time she had fed on anyone who skill breathed was- she felt a sharp pang in her chest as the memory resurfaced with fresh clarity - it was the day she murdered her siblings. Now wasn’t the time, now she had to focus on Kenshin and his eerie calm at what had just occurred - not even a batting of an eye in confusion or upset… just a general concerned question on how she felt? 


She opened her mouth as if to say something but the words caught in her throat as the deep violet eyes probed his facial features for any tell tale signs of anger or retaliation. Even after what had just transcribed she continued to hold herself close to him - be it afraid of what he would do or what she might… “What… what is going on in your head?”, her eyebrows knitted together as she tried to see into his mind with sheer will power, his heartbeat steady as a drum. “I mean.. Yes I’m-”, she swallowed, quickly closing her eyes to compose herself better - “I should never have gone as long as I had without .. without maintaining my thirst. I never meant to .. with you I mean.” She was growing flustered - a notable trait she had when they had first met - “Not that you weren’t I just -”, exhaling sharply she pressed her palms flat on his chest straightening out the ruined fabric where her nails had shredded it. “It won’t happen again.” She would attempt to pull away, retreating out of the circle of his arms and push her hair back with her left hand - the one that wasn’t covered in blood and .. was that flesh under the tips? God… she really had gone feral.


That's when she really took in the corpse that was sat slumped in the only other chair in the room - the bruising on his skin had already started blooming before his heart was forced to stop - dark patches sprouted out from his nose to the cheekbones as well as thin lines on his jaw; the perfect match to the thin fingers of one Mizuki Ohta. She didn’t mourn for the man but for the control she had lost in the room - in front of someone she knew she cared deeply for but was unable to express it openly. Her eyes gave him a side ward glance, ‘What do you think of me now Kenshin? Disappointed or thrilled the little Hoshi transplant turned out to be even closer to you than you thought?’ The thought barely had time to register when it stuck on Hoshigakure - He was defected from Hoshigakure as she was, his reaction to what just happened was far more casual and understanding than a first time exposure to what she was… Turning completely to stare at him, her hands gripping the sleeves of the kimono - “You know what I am don’t you…”, the phrase closer to a statement rather than a question. Rubbing her lips together she pursed them as she stared into his eyes - the realization that he was the only person who had seen her give in to her blood lust and continue breathing. 

Seems neither could kill the other...

WC 586 [x2 wc for event 1172]