sn0wxyuki runs her finger carefully over the blade of her sword, being careful not to cut herself in the process. The weapon is splayed across her lap, where she tilts it now and then to catch the moonlight.
“A little while longer,” she whispers, “and soon you’ll taste Oda Nobunaga’s blood.”
Both Emperor Ōgimachi and Akechi Mitsuhide had fallen at the hands of the Oda Clan.
sn0wxyuki had been a follower of both, and she can’t just hide in the shadows while their murderer is still at large. No, Oda Nobunaga must die for his sins.
sn0wxyuki tries to tell herself that it isn’t above love. But it’s a lie. One by one her friends had fallen - the Daijō-kan and Akechi’s minions alike. She could cope with that. She could take the pain. But
Ashtot had taken his own life, and she couldn’t bare it. Since she had been captured by Akechi Mitsuhide she had been in a love-hate relationship with the castle’s guard. Some days she hated him for keeping her held hostage in the castle, brainwashing her and forcing her to turn on the Emperor. Other days she likes to fool herself into thinking that
Ashtot prevented her from leaving simply because he couldn’t stand to live without her.
She smiles as she strokes the blade again, this time slightly piercing the skin. A white line forms along her index finger, then after moment a thin slither of red blood wells up from the wound.
“I’ll avenge you
Ashtot,” she says, “
pallycake,
Andelsky, and Akechi too.”
There are footsteps. And voices. Who is it?
“It’s a nice evening, isn’t it Ran?”
sn0wxyuki disappears from sight, only to then peek her head around a building. She sees her target, walking towards her. His lovesick pageboy follows obediently behind, with his head hung low. He seems almost distracted. There’s a look in his eyes that that, when she lays her eyes upon him, makes something resonate within her chest.
“Ran?” Nobunaga turns to face Ranmaru. He’s stopped walking. “Ran, stop thinking about it. It’s over now.”
“I can’t just stop thinking about it,” Ranmaru says, “I killed
Kippla.”
“
I killed
Kippla.” Nobunaga speaks with such certainty that anyone would believe his word is fact. “You did nothing wrong.”
sn0wxyuki narrows her eyes. She doesn’t know any
Kippla. That’s not her problem. But his attitude makes her heart beat faster. There’s a pressure building in her chest and she raises her sword.
“Oh? Rain?” Nobunaga outstretches his hands, feeling for the raindrops.
She hesitates. Then she summons
Ashtot’s face up in her mind. He imagines him in Nobunaga’s place: innocently pondering the workings of the world. Simple moments like walking through the city at night, unguarded and at peace, was something he would never get back.
“Should we go back to the temple?” asks Ranmaru.
“Yes, let’s.”
As soon as Nobunaga’s back is turned
sn0wxyuki rushes forward. Then there are hands pushing first on her weapon, and then on her side. Then the world is spinning upside down. She’s on her side on the ground and her sword is just out of reach. She peers upwards to see Ranmaru, knelt on the ground, his hands soaked in his own blood.
She reaches for her sword. Nobunaga stomps down on her wrist, before lifting the weapon himself. He doesn’t wait for a defence before lifting her head by her hair, and dragging the blade fast across her jugular.
sn0wxyuki the
Metsuke failed to avenge her comrades.
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