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Bad Blood and Vengence	By : FrostKami Category: Anita Blake > Slash Views: 1597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kit finished making dinner. She went to take some to Jeff, but saw that he was asleep. She sighed and went back to the kitchen.
“He’s asleep. I’m not going to wake him up.” Kit said as she handed Izayoi a plate. Izayoi handed Kit a cup of tea. “Thank you.”
Kit lightly ate her dinner, and then drank her tea. Izayoi felt guilty about having to drug the tea. Kit yawned and stretched out.
“Go get sleep Kit-chan.” Izayoi said. Kit looked at Izayoi and started to collapse, and Izayoi caught her. He carried her into the room where Jeff was. He tucked her in next to her brother. He kissed both their foreheads before leaving the apartment.
Power meant nothing in the face of unprecedented Rage. As a guardian
kitsune, Izayoi Tsukiyama had been taught that discipline and honor came
long before personal gratification. Tonight he meant to have all of those
things. Someone had come to the haven of one of his lovers…one of the few
men to attract him and keep him for long…and had hurt him. Someone had
nearly broken him from shame and horror. This was completely unacceptable.
Jeff wouldn’t be there to see him as he slaughtered the offenders….but he
would know it. Izayoi left both of his stricken lovers early in the night, following
the moment they both fell into sleep, and soon afterward he was out on the
streets. He knew the street well…these particular paths were unfamiliar to
him, but he knew their taint…knew what kinds of mice hid in them. Thus, he
knew where to start.
It didn’t even take him two hours to find the first. Everyone called him Shang. That one he lured back to the man’s home…tied him to the bed and stripped him down, letting him feel his own weakness, then with a carefully honed silver knife he removed the man’s genitalia inch by inch…letting him watch. He didn’t even feel a need to dirty himself with the man’s blood. He walked out of the dead man’s home with little more than a spot of red on his wrist…and he paid it no mind.
The next one, Li, was harder to trap…but once his weakness was found there
was no problem getting him right where Izayoi wanted him. The back alley
was nice and quiet…and Izayoi had lured the man there with promise of
pleasure for pay….unaware that he’d already had his pleasures…and now it was
time to pay. Izayoi took little time with this man, and in moments had
ripped his body apart, hanging the bloody torso with it’s lolling head upon
a bit of rusting wreckage from a former building. It looked strangely
artistic to him and for a moment he simply had to smile. He knew where to
find the next one, so he had no need to look about the rat-infested streets
and no need to wash the blood from his skin. He knew he was fairly well
painted with Li’s blood, but he didn’t care either. Every drop of blood
that painted him was another small victory towards Jeff’s honor…another blow
to a foolish man’s cowardice….another message to the people that would stand
against his small but beloved family.
The woman proved to be more than a problem. She proved to be sickening and
a smear to the human race. A prostitute and a drug addict…as well as a
were-junkie…someone who got off on the danger of screwing a half-shifted
were. Her kind disgusted him and he had no pity for her when she begged him
for her own life. He had no intentions to give it to her.
“Have mercy!” she screamed in broken English. “I not want to! Kenjo tell me to. I take
too much bad drug! I sorry! I sorry…no kill, please…no kill. Will go to
clinic…will get better…promise!”
“You’ll have mercy.” Izayoi growled in low Japanese and she stared at him
with wide dark eyes. He’d seen eyes like that on deserving, frightened
faces and offered his hands in aid. Now his hands were claws and his teeth
were bared with hatred. “Your god will greet you…and you may beg mercy from
him. You are nowhere close to getting it from me, woman.”
She cried at his feet for a moment longer and his only mercy came in the way
of a long katana that had been strapped to his back for the night. He felt
no need to use it before now because he wanted to slowly destroy the men
that had hurt Jeff…to torture them just as they’d tortured him. She didn’t
get to say much more that he cared to hear before the katana slid from the
sheath and soon she lay on her side, with her head toppled to one side of
the bedroom.
The next would be the last. And Izayoi would let him know that death was
coming. It was a large house that this scum lived in…nice and quiet, well
guarded. Not well-guarded enough, though. Not for him. The guards at the
front didn’t even hear him before they died. Quick slices, sharp indrawn
breaths, then silence. He killed everyone in the manor that was of little
consequence. All the guards, a few noisy servants…and didn’t even blink.
He would have liked to keep them alive…but there wasn’t time to bother with
such morality. At sight of the security room….all the intercom systems and
electrical locks…he smiled. The master and Mistress of the house were
locked snugly in their rooms…all the doors leading in and out save the
servant entrance were locked just as they should be…and Prince Charming lay
sleeping, waiting for him.
“Kenjo….I’m coming….coming to get you. You’ll regret you were born….I’ll
make you mewl like a whore before I slit your eyes from your head.” He sang
into the intercom just beside Kenjo’s bed, grinning widely when the other
man sat up from bed in fright. Izayoi was already gone by the time that
Kenjo tapped the intercom to answer him. He was halfway up the stairs when
Kenjo reached them. Izayoi looked up with a pale, blood-stained face,
carrying his katana in one bloodstained hand and wearing a grin like a mad
hatter. “Run rabbit. I want to smell your fear before I skin you. Run!”
He barked and Kenjo jumped, turning tail and running as fast as he could.
Izayoi liked chasing him through the house…liked making him afraid. But
when the time came they were in the great dining hall and Izayoi had him
cornered.
“Stop!” Kenjo screamed and he didn’t stop for one moment. Kenjo held out a
clawed hand and Izayoi growled, slicing outward in an arch before him,
removing the fingers of that offending limb. Kenjo shrieked in pain,
falling to one knee and Izayoi glowered over him, his hands clawed and ears
elongated with his fangs showing.
“You sicken me.” Izayoi snarled in livid Japanese. “You are a disgrace to
the mantle of the Japanese Fox! How dare you presume to order me??” Izayoi
reached down and grabbed the man by his hair, throwing him on to the table.
“Shall I FUCK you right here?! Shall I fuck you with my blade, fox?? Would
you LIKE that?!”
“No!! No please! What did I do!?” Kenjo whimpered in the face of the
golden eyes and silver haired kitsune. He knew what Izayoi was and
instinctively feared him. Izayoi took a certain amount of joy in that.
“You hurt my family. You stained our honor…you hurt my Jeff and my Kit.
I’ll see to it you don’t ever hurt anyone again, you little mongrel.”
Izayoi hissed and sudden realization hit Kenjo’s face. With the realization
came stark terror and mindless panic.
“My sister is nothing but a whore! And Jeff is nothing but a half breed freak! He got what he deserved! He has no honor! He never had!” Kenjo yelled. Izayoi’s eyes narrowed once again, and he took that moment to leap onto the table and straddle the man, curling up his thumbs and digging them into the other’s eye sockets just enough to burst the jelly-like tissue of the eyes, grinning at the feel of ocular fluid and blood flowing past his fingers and the twitching, screaming body underneath him. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
He quickly hopped off and grabbed onto Kenjo’s hair, pulling him off the
table and dragging him along into the back courtyard where he dropped the
man like a sack of rotten apples. Kenjo stayed down, curled up holding his
face from pain.
“Stand up if you’re a man.” Izayoi growled and Kenjo panted….after a long moment Kenjo slowly stood. Izayoi laughed at him and in a single slice cut his feet from under him. “Stand up if you’re a man, Kenjo!” Kenjo simply began to cry and moan from pain and panic. “I hope you burn in hell Kenjo…but I cannot judge you….that is for Kami-sama….I can only judge you here on earth. Izayoi glanced about and saw the traditional bamboo fence lining the garden from the trees and moved towards it, cutting a single long pole of bamboo from it. “I have judged you Kenjo….and I find you guilty.” He said
finally and sliced out with the sword, cutting open the soft skin of the
man’s belly and spilling his entrails outward. Kenjo screamed and in that
moment Izayoi drove the sharpened bamboo pole into his mouth, leaning his
weight down on it until he felt it drive down into the earth.
There was silence finally save for a few twitches of flesh from around the
bamboo and Izayoi sighed. He was covered in blood and as the wind flowed
over him he felt lighter…cooler….though empty. A part of him wanted
more…that it wasn’t enough to kill these. That their deaths didn’t fix it.
Still…he had only one more thing to do. After two days….finally….Izayoi
could go home. He was careful walking home, huddling into his stolen coat
to hide his bloodstained shirt and pants…keeping his hands in his pockets to
hide the blood there as well. Yet the closer he got to home the more he
felt like himself. As he slid up the stairs silently he slipped the coat
off, dropping it in the hall of the practically empty floor, walking to the
door he’d looked forward to for what seemed like forever.
With a careful turn of the lock….then a sigh of relief. Familiar smells engulfed
him and he nearly wept. There was sadness there now….sadness fear and
betrayal….the air was familiar but never before had it made him sad.
“Kit-chan……….Jeff-san……” He whispered in a voice that was almost a whimper,
finally feeling the blood caked on him, and he moved to sit on the edge of
the couch, resting his fists on his knees as he carefully whispered out,
“Tadaima…..I’m….home.”
He looked down at the floor, trying to keep from seeing red still…trying to
keep down the cold feeling in his stomach. He knew he should be horrified
by what he’d done…but he didn’t. It made him feel better to know they were
dead. It just felt….so much….better. And he would tell Jeff that
now…because he could hear them stirring in the other room. They’d heard
him…and they were coming to see who it was sitting in the dark living room
on their couch. And he would be there…to show them the blood and tell them
that what needed to be done….was done.
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