#NOT EVERY DAY I GET 2 WRITE AN ANGY H.AKUNO 😳😳😳

[nulltune]

he's cruel, too cruel, bursting with obscenity as he stomps on the defeated servant tattered and beaten beneath his feet, cursing with fury, cursing with glee, needlessly merciless in his mocking. this is the sort of 'person' she has contracted with, a lingering grudge, a hateful, vengeful ghost, an abandoned name, this assassin. still, the switch from brutality to boredom is sudden when the body fade. he turns with his eyes still lightless. empty. 'are we done here? i won, so let's go already.'

           ❝      that's enough,    assassin.      ❞        this is not the first time she's called out to him    (   and nor will it be the last   )   but is her voice even reaching him ?    it was a subtle shift in tonality :    shock turning into worry before finally   —‐   a tone not unlike her typical flat neutral,    but it's cold.   and so are her eyes as she stares upon the other's display;    a thing similarly cold,    violent and inhumane.    it makes her sick.        ❝      assassin   ——       ❞      just as her hands reach out to firmly put an end to the other's sadistic joy,    he stops himself.    it's uncanny,    she thinks.    it's horrible,    she thinks,    how he could regard that a horrid act in such a way   —   does he have no regard to the individual he'd so cruelly beaten ?    enemy or not,    such a thing didn't matter at this point;    was that even a point to consider when it came to common decency ?

          her fists are clenched tightly,    fingernails digging into flesh,    it's bound to leave a mark long after.      ❝      what was that for ?      ❞        it's a genuine question,    because she just can't see why he   —   or anyone,    really   —   would ever do such a thing.    cruel,    senseless,    meaningless.    ice is replaced with a seething sort of anger,    a feeling born on behalf of the fallen servant.    this time,    her voice comes off sharper than intended.    it's unintential,    because for all her doubts about the servant she's found herself contracted to,    there's still a part of her hoping she could make it work.    hoping she could come to an understanding with him,    seeing each other eye to eye.    (   but maybe it's a hope that reaches too far   ——   assassin seemed to be insistent on proving her otherwise.    just what was he hoping to achieve ?    what kind of cruel feeling did he get out of this ?    she doesn't understand,    and for a brief moment,    she doesn't want to   )        ❝      we were done ages ago.    we've already won the moment they collapsed.      ❞        it's a factual comment,    but not one said without her emotions seeping in.    there's an irritation to it,    but her feelings come from a place entirely different from assassin's.   

          ❝      i can't ask you to fight honorably like some noble knight  ——       ❞        she is one to value individuality and freedom,    she won't ever ask of someone to hide away their true selves.    hakuno kishinami would do anything to survive,    it's evident in the way she'd so selfishly trampled over lives and wishes so much more valuable than she can ever be.    violence and death isn't a thing so unsual,    survival of the fittest,    a predator hunts a prey for survival.        ❝      ——   but i don't see the wrong in treating your opponent with at least a little bit of respect.       ❞      but this is is different.    this just went too far.    it's astonishing to her how he doesn't seem to think so at all   —   they stand side by side,    but they couldn't be farther apart,    standing on completely opposite ends.    that realization comes like a slow pouring of salt down an open wound.

          hakuno feels sick to her stomach,    but she supposes that's preferrable to the stale apathy the other has.   /   @tenkoseiensei

unprompted,    always accepting !