Difference between revisions of "Just Another Day (Kiyoko Saito)"

Latest revision as of 04:28, 19 June 2014

Kiyoko's tummy ached.

It wasn't what she ate. It wasn't really cramps, either, though it was close. This was a burning, throbbing ache in the same region, the kind that she'd gotten used to just a few months ago, after first learning about her powers. Fortunate, since at first it was almost crippling... that's where her first scar, the one across her ribs, had come from.

All that was behind her now, though. Kiyoko was already transformed, the pink and blue, garish outfit disguising her from prying human and Yamiko eyes both. And she was back to work, almost skipping further into the alleyway while averting her eyes from the messy display nearby.

Looks like this Yamiko didn't bother to keep the original alive.

And there she was... the Yamiko. A child, even younger than Kiyoko this time... in fact, Kiyoko recognized her, but she blocked off that part for now, putting on that cheery smile as she strides forward.

"HALT!" It's a loud cry, accompanied by a quick pointing finger. "Evil Yamiko, you think you can claim this world and its innocents for your own?" As she speaks, Kiyoko goes through the practiced motions of her speech, throwing her posture to the side, her arm upward, then swinging it down as she continues, wildly gesticulating. "People should be able to walk the streets freely, evildoer! No one should fear the night, and I, Sailor Salvation, am here to PUNISH you, once and for all! Prepare yourself, villain!"

"Sailor..." hisses the Yamiko, with some instinctive fury for the mere presence of Kiyoko's transformed look. The child-Yamiko snarls, whipping out a pencil from her victim's schoolback and holding it like a lance. Subconscious magics lengthened the pencil to an actual stake, something dangerous... for the girl Kiyoko used to be.

Even as the Yamiko leaps, the giggling schoolgirl that goes by the name Salvation yanks her arm sharply back. Dozens of thin wires, connected to needles and ballbearings, suddenly restrict. The intricate trap laid while she was flailing about during her speech is sprung, in an instant binding the magical spawn in a tight wrapping of strong wires so that the small form thuds to the street in mid-leap.

"I told you I'd punish you," Kiyoko says in an all-too sweet tone. She strolls over, idly laying a few explosive tags over the struggling, snarling girl. "You may look like Shizu... but I know you aren't. So..."

She steps back. The tags explode. A shower of black gore splatters the walls of the alley, as the Yamiko is instantly dismembered by the carefully-placed tags. Not strictly necessary, of course, but... "And that is your punishment," she finishes, eying the raggedly-breathing, still-living Yamiko. She glances back to where the corpse of her old classmate is similarly dismembered, then gestures to make a bright pink flare, erasing the messy business of the Yamiko.

If not her friend's.

Sigh. For a moment, she feels tears start to come, but Kiyoko shakes them away and plasters the smile upon her face again. "And that's... one more taken care of. Time to go home."

On the way, she places an anonymous call about the body. She can mourn later.