Shinobi [Inactive]

. He smiled again. He found a feather in a nest below him, and made a small incision in arm. Using his own blood as ink, he wrote a message on a dagger.


After he was finished, he threw it straight into the night sky. It flew out of the tree like a shot.


It landed directly In between her legs. He smirked to himself once more.


The message: lovely new friends you've got there. I can hear you. So talk
 
She giggled with pleasure, feeling and hearing the dagger strike between her legs. She dropped but heads of the bodies, allowing them to roll off of the bedside, plucking the knife with her hands as she read it out loud. Her smile didn't fade, as she twirled the dagger in her bloody fingers.


"Aw, are you shy?" she crooned, twisting the knife to her lips and dragging her tongue along the blade.


"Mmm...you taste so good...too bad you won't come down here yourself."


She threw the knife against the wall, so it lodged into the door frame. She licked her lips, keeping her eyes delightfully closed. She liked imagining what he looked like beneath that shield of a contraption on his face.


"If you're looking for Amaya..." she gave a heavy sigh, "you may want to save yourself the trip." her black eyes opened, glowing with red with a new knowledge.


"I admit though....her blood wasn't half as sweet as your was."
 
He carefully took the blade shard out of the box it was in and placed it in a metal compartment at his waist. There were nine different thin slots for fragments to sit in. Presently, he slid the shard in his hand down slot number eight. He needed one more piece. The soul shard.


He then stood to his nimble feet, still up in the branches of the tall wintery pine. Then leapt into the night sky, and vanished.


He reappeared atop the roof of the house below where she was. His scarf bellowing in the midnight air. He was still and standing erect and rigid, he looked down upon her with his arms crossed, waiting for her to speak.
 
Thanks to paper thin walls of the traditional Japanese homes, she could see the form of his shadow cast atop the the roof.


She sat up carefully in the bed, both bloody bodies still surrounding her as she looked up towards the ceiling.


"There you are..." she smirked, reaching past her thigh to reveal a shard dug within a black slot pocket belted around her leg. The shard was gorgeous, sharp, and powerful to the touch.


She ran her tongue along the blade's edge, careful enough not to cut herself, then holding it in front of her face from a distance to gaze upon it.


She held the soul shard in her hand. "You want this?"
 
He reached towards his neck grabbing the long strands of red scarf about his throat. He began unraveling it, and when he was finished he threw it down near the door. He knew where this was going. He leapt down from his perch and hit the ground before his scarf did. It landed beside him in a furled heap. He opened the door and entered the bedroom to see her laying on the bed in the bloody sheets. He sighed as he walked over to her and laid down on the bed beside her. He stare at the ceiling not looking her the shard in her hand.


"You won't give it to me... Eva" He said softly
 
Mmmm....he smells wonderful...


She felt his weight hit the bed next to her, her hand still holding up the shard. She played with it back and forth, the reflection casting the two of their faces in it, warped and tight.


"I don't know about that...." she hummed, staring at the shard and running it past her opposite arm, "Maybe all you have to do is ask, little Hitomi...."


She leaned over on her side, facing him more directly and holding the shard between them vulnerably.


"And it's Eve, now...Eva was far too sweet for my employers," she twirled the shard in her fingers, looking down at it, "They think Eve is more....fitting." She tilted her head to the side, glancing up at him "Don't you like it?"
 
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He smiled gently, "no of course I do. But you know..." He turned his face towards hers, his blue eyes bright and piercing into hers.


"I don think your employers would be at all pleased with you if they found out that a special little shard had gone missing or that you had just given it away."
 
"Mmm, you're right about that...." she looked down, taking the shard in her two hands and flopping down on her back.


"I guess there's just one option then..."


With a snap she broke the shard in half, then in quarters. Her fingers bled as the sharp edges dug into her skin, but she picked the shard to pieces until it was like confetti.


Her eyes glazed and she tossed the sharp pieces above them, where they drizzled like glitter upon the bed. "I guess that solves that problem," she glanced back at his radiant blue eyes, "Sorry."
 
Bits of cold metal hit his face.


Her still look at her when he said,


"Well that's a shame... I was looking forward to completing my collection."


He let out a soft sigh, "there only one thing to do now-"


He said gazing into her eyes.
 
They girl leaned forward slowly, giving time for quick blink. She ran her bloody fingers over his chest, walking down them two fingers at a time closer and closer to his legs.


"And....what might that be?" she hissed
 
His blue eyes peered deep into her eyes- he felt her fingers step their way down his chest to his waist. He lifted his hand to caress down her arm. His nose brushed lightly against hers as he moved to her open ear.


"I think you know" he whispered quietly.
 
Oh, she knew


Her fingers smoothed down over his waist, the blood on her hands seeping into the fabric of his clothing. Specks of blood dotted around her face like freckles, her eyes glazing gray suddenly as she slowly leaned in towards him. A large, fake frown fell across her lips, pouting.


"Oooh....can't we play a little bit first?" she said, pressing her forehead against his, mixing the blood on her face with his skin
 
His hands rose and traced down the bed sheets full of blood and then found her hands. They clasped tightly together and rose up and straddled atop of her waist, pinning her hands firmly into the pools of blood on the bed.
 
A light moan escaped her lips, feeling her wrists being pressed into the bloody sheets at her sides. Her eyes fluttered closed, chest rising and spine curling upwards.


"Mmm....Hitomi, your hellos are always so..." she looked into his eyes, "invigorating."


She flipped her small wrists in his grasp, clamping her own fingers around his and flipping him beneath her on the bed. She sat atop him, taking his wrists and pinning them behind his own back so his own weight kept his arms from budging.


She slid her palms down the sides of his face, gliding down until she held tight to his forearms and pressed down, making certain his arms wouldn't move. Both legs straddling him, she slid her leg down to caress his thigh while her tongue began to trace his gullet.
 
He felt her warm, soothing tongue traced its way around his neck. She would bite down and let her jaw tighten— he shut his eyes and felt her wet tongue dance around his apple. A pulsating throb began to grow harder and harder from his waist until he began to feel it brush against her leg. 
His arms were pinned, he could attempt to struggle but this would only exhaust him. He let her lay on top of him with her full weight. He began to push his waist into hers.
 
She loved the feel of his waist pushing against her own, so much that she dug her teeth into the side of the man's neck and moaned deeply.


She licked the trickle of blood she had created to fall from his neck, her hands pressing deeper into the muscles of his arms and her hips grinding slowly and strongly into his.


Her tongue trailed from his neck to his jaw line, until her lips were pressed tight to his jaw bone.


"You always taste so sweet, Hitome..." she laughed, nuzzling his face with hers, "Such a shame we have to do things like this."


She lifted one of her hands to his face, suddenly retracting the knife from her palm and sliding it seemingly harmless across his skin near his eye.


Knowing he may try to hurt her for this, she licked the wound she gave him almost immediately.


"We're gonna have to stop eventually, you know..." her eyes glaring into his, charmingly and yet seeped with villainy.
 
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Her smell intoxicated his lungs as he breathed in her scent deeply. Suddenly, his lips found hers, and slowly the pressed together, merging and becoming one. Delicately, his licked the inside of her lip, taking in her sweet taste— he had missed it. Harder he pressed against her lips. He began to push up against her, and let loose his hands from their locked position. His hands grabbed hers as he took her in his arms and turned her around. Now he was on top of her, kissing her, suffocating her, firmly pressing hard against her arms into the blood on the bed. He thrust his waist into hers in a pulsation slowly, back and forth. His hands then moved up her arms, leaving trails of fingered blood towards her shoulder, then back down to her waist. He dug his fingers underneath her shirt and lifted it over her head leaving her topless.
 
Trying to pull her arms away, the girl tossed to the side, trying to speak within his kiss but unable to.


Not that she didn't delight in it of course.


Feeling her skin becoming bare, she grit her teeth and thrust her head away to the side, gasping a bit of air that made her chest rise beneath him.


"It's such a shame I have to kill you," she fake pouted, looking back at him as her waist jerked upwards against his again, arms straining.
 
"It's such a shame I have to kill you too." He said begrudgingly, however he really did convey the pity and sorrow in his voice at these words. It really would be a shame. "However," he pressed his lips against hers then up again to breathe, "Why rush that? We have all night to kill each other." He let his hands caress her breasts as he continued to kiss her hard. His fingers gripped firmly then released leaving blood stained hands marks on her chest. As she let out a moan of pleasure, he removed his shirt and gear from his torso pressing back deeply into her. Both of them now soaking in the blood, grinding faster and harder.
 
The feel of him coming closer and closer to her forced an unintended cry of pleasure from her mouth and a submission of giving her body to his control. The combination of his speed against the perfume of blood surrounding them was only something she might dream about, until she had chances like these.


She was ready to give in completely when she heard a ringing coming from behind her.


With a roll of her eyes, she twisted one leg under the man's chest, lifting him off of her momentarily while she flipped him onto his stomach. She sat on the curve of his back, untying with her teeth the cut of red fabric she had tied around her wrist earlier from the red scarf, and heartlessly shoving it in the man's mouth with a hand clasped around it. She reached back with her other hand and pulled out a small cellular device from her sheath. She looked quickly at the man she had gagged, laying her bare chest atop his back as she began to flip open the phone.


"Now now, time to be quiet while Evey talks to her friends, mkay?"


She flipped the phone open, putting it to her ear and listening to the other end, complete with static.


"Yeah, what do you want." she spat to the one over the phone
 
*hmm hmhmmmmhgmhmgmh mm hmgmhg*


he said behind a loud sigh.


He motioned to turn around so she remained on top but now was on his chest.


Their waists slowly grinding as she talked on the phone.
 
"Three of the four are dead. The fourth....the little girl...." her eyes snapped towards the boy her chest was pressed to, pressing her hand over his mouth tighter so as the receiver didn't hear, "she got away. Yes, I will look for her. I'm....." she gasped a moment, feeling a pleasant pressure against her legs, but gritting her teeth tight and glaring playfully at the boy beneath her as she tried to swallow it away, "....working."


She shook her head at the boy, feeling a numbness strike her legs as the dark voice over the phone yelled at her. She finally sighed, heavier than before, while sitting up on the boy's chest.


"Yes, I understand. I'll return right now."


Snapping the phone shut and tucking it behind her, the girl straddled the boy and pressed down upon him as much as her weight would allow, hand still over his lips and other hand pressing down now on his bare collar bone.


"They almost heard you that time," she threatened, drumming her fingers over his lips, "you know if they hear you, we're both as good as dead. I'm sure neither of our employers would be proud to have their finest hunters playing on top of each other like a couple of rabbits."
 
"I quit. And we're cuter then rabbits thank you very much." He pressed his hands into hers and turned her back over, the throbbing below came on harder than before as he began to pick up new speed with his weight bearing down on her. "You wanna know something?"
 
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Their fingers interlaced, the girl almost laughed as he pressed into her. Wide eyed, she looked into him and through him, as if searching past him for something.


"Always."
 
"We" he slid his hand down to her inner thigh, "are" he placed his fingers coaxingly at the wettest point, "not" he gently became to rub his fingers along her outlined slit, "yet" deeper now he pressed into her, feeling her and making her feel the slow rising pleasure. A moan escaped her lips as he repeated with increased pressure, "finished." And with that, he reached beneath her tights and felt his bloody fingers dive deeper into her with passionate force
 
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