--Unprintable Drivel© 0002—

Based on a skewed perception of certain characters—Apologies to Watsuki-san for doing nasty things with his creation—

Blood. The katana rose, and then fell, cutting through flesh and bone. A smile touched the lips of Battousai fleetingly as the warm stickiness splashed across his youthful face. More blood. He spun, the blade slicing through his next target. A delicate shiver coursed down his spine as the pleasure grew, the smile returning and lingering. Rivers of blood. He turned sharply, thrusting the katana forward, a soft shuddering sigh escaping his parted lips as ecstasy flooded him.

He threw his head back, closing his eyes, hiding the glittering amber of madness. It felt…good. But it wasn’t enough…not nearly enough. He turned slowly, amber eyes opening and focusing on the last man standing. He gripped the hilt of his katana tightly, his hand shaking with barely restrained excitement. He advanced slowly, steps deadly and stalking, expression eager. “Come…let me taste your blood.” He drew his fingers along the side of his blade then raised his hand to his mouth. He licked the blood from his fingers, eyes never leaving the pale and sweating face of his last target.

As he drew closer, the other man backed away until he was pressed against the wall of a building. “P-please…” His eyes went wide with terror as Battousai knocked his katana aside casually with his left hand, then laid his blade along the side of the panicking man’s neck. “P-please…” He whispered the plea again hopelessly, knowing as he looked into the amber eyes of the hitokiri that he would receive no mercy from the man-demon.

Battousai pressed closer until their bodies were flush. The terror-stricken man gasped in horror at the unmistakable feeling of an arousal pressed against his leg. “You can scream if you like…I don’t mind.” The soft, delicate tones, so out of place with the malice in the amber eyes, shook the man to the core of his being. It was the voice of a child. “Go ahead…scream…you’ll feel better…” He pressed closer and smiled sweetly, an almost angelic expression contrasting grotesquely with the gleam in his eyes. He leaned closer still, his expression almost gentle. Battousai pressed his lips to the man’s cheek in a tender caress, his breath coming in soft, excited pants. “And now you die.” He whispered the words as he moved the katana slowly, sliding the keen edge of the blade over the man’s throat, amber eyes gazing into his victim’s calmly as they unfocused with death.

Battousai gasped and closed his eyes, an expression of rapturous ecstasy crossing his face as the blood sprayed over him, a delicate shiver of mindless pleasure running over his body as the release he had been seeking came over him swiftly.

Killing felt…so…good. So much better than a baita (female prostitute) and her cloying perfume. So much better than a danshou (male prostitute) and his greasy face paint. Battousai slowly opened his eyes, breath still coming in harsh pants…the aftermath of the tremendous and almost violent release leaving him trembling and weak in the knees. He looked down at himself and brushed his fingers over the colorless stain at the front of his hakama. It gets better each time. He smiled at the thought and flicked his blade in a careless chiburi (blade-cleaning) before sliding it into his saya (sheath).

He turned slowly and surveyed the corpses in the street. He felt a stirring again and frowned in irritation. He had no more men to kill. He shrugged, stepping over the bodies, and the frown faded into a smile. The streets of Kyoto were teeming with enemies of the Ishinshishi. He was certain he could fine one or two Shinsengumi to entertain himself with. If not…well, there were other ways even if they weren’t as satisfying.

His smile widened and he hummed under his breath as he stepped into the shadows of an alley. Maybe he could get lucky and find Saito Hajime. He was certain he could have fun with the Captain of the third squad of the Shinsengumi. Maybe Saito would even like playing with him. He laughed softly, the sound echoing through the streets around him.