#inumura mikito

[datesoma]

Orient + flat colors.

[quirkthieves]

(Starter meme) 5. Annihilate / Malice for Nanao & Mikito <3

Malice (n)- desire to inflict injury, harm, or suffering on another, either because of a hostile impulse or out of deep-seated meanness. (from the Latin malus, bad)

Annihilate (v)- to reduce to utter ruin or nonexistence; destroy utterly. (from the Latin nihil, nothing/zero)

Nanao never went on missions with the third brother. Why would she? Shiro was her master, and on missions so small he deemed her competent to handle them, she would go on her own. She had little interest in all the excess Inumura paraded around, and the fact he was so weirdly attached to her master only deepened the desire to stay away.

But today was different. Today, Shiro had told her to accompany Inumura, and had gone off with Inue instead. Why? Was this some sort of punishment? Her master didn't do passive-aggressive things like that, but it almost seemed too cruel for even his usual level of unabashed callousness.

She lags behind; intentionally, admittedly, because watching the third go about his business was off-putting in every regard. Nanao would compare the glint in his eyes to that of a snake catching sight of a bird's nest-- except she was sure the snake was far less capable of the raw, festering malice that seeped out of Inumura. A hatred for life itself. Whatever his town was didn't seem to be enough; it was like he had to hunt down and snuff out any sign of what had been denied to the eight of them.

He worked too much.

Nanao's eyes roll over the poor lump of flesh he's turned into a puppet, his chattering and the screams all turning into a distant buzz, like the call of insects in the summer. Others had been less fortunate; splattered and shredded and torn asunder by their own comrades. And this wasn't even their final destination.

On an impulse, a green blade pins the squirming body into the ground.

"We need to keep moving. You'll just draw attention to us this way, you know."

[biblicallyaccuratetranny]

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