Our muses are destined to be a murderous team

A girl lying on the flaw, her eyes wide and terrified. Gently, a hand traced over her jaw, taking care not to move her head even if it would no longer make any difference. It stroked the soft skin as though he were her lover, and he was so caught up in looking down at her and admiring his work that he didn’t realise someone had approached until a hand dropped on his shoulder.

“Kasuka, we have to go, hurry up,” Shizuo said, looking from the girl and to his brother again. She seemed to shake even more, if that were possible, and a sigh of disappointment escaped the younger. The knife in his free hand traced down her front and he clenched the weapon tighter in his hand for a moment, before spinning it and holding the handle out to the blond.

After it was taken, he stood and brushed himself off, moving out of the way and stood so he was near the end of the alleyway they hid in - cliché, but a good spot to hide from prying eyes. Shizuo leant down and took his former seat in his place, leaning over the girl with the still gleaming knife in hand.

         They were different in both personality and their enjoyments. Whilst Kasuka preferred to play whilst they were alive, Shizuo liked being there at the end.

“You might want to hurry, nii-san,” he reiterated, glancing back for just a second. Slowly, it was getting lighter and already he could hear the sounds of the city starting back up again. It was with a nod that Shizuo quickened his pace, only slightly; especially since he had been the one to initially point out the need for a faster pace.

After turning away again, Kasuka listened to the sound of the girl’s breath quickening, her pained whimpers and then finally, silence. After that there were rustling clothes and the sound of footsteps, and then a hand on his shoulder.

“Time to go,” was grunted, and the younger nodded, trailing behind his brother without looking back at the one they had left behind.

          (She’s dead weight now anyway.)

“Are you feeling better now?” Kasuka asked, walking close enough beside Shizuo so that their arms brushed as they walked, and although the city was waking up, it was still quiet enough that they could enjoy it without gaining a headache from all the noise, used to it as they were.

He received a grunt in reply, and against everything he had taught himself, Kasuka smiled. An arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him into the other’s side and it was warm and a comforting, familiar position to be in.

“Good. I’m glad.”