AKATSUKI
With a deft pop, the cap to a milk bottle came off, and Akatsuki quickly chugged the milk. By keeping up this ritual, no doubt she'd obtain the same kind of body as Nagato.
The bottle finished, she breathed out in a manner most undignified, and yet traditional for the post-bath ritual of the naval base. She went to the finely woven basket that was holding her clothes, her rigging equipment sitting next to it, and started getting changed.
She's just finished putting on her skirt when she heard it. A scream, a shout, a howl the which she'd never heard before, a sound filled with anguish and fear.
She hastened to put on her clothes and most importantly, her rigging. The gloves came onto her hands and were activated instantly, sending a slight shock through her body and making a bit of hair slightly raise on its own.
Then, she start running to the source of the noise. As she did, she heard the floor crack under her through the sheer force and weight of every one of her steps.
Her sonar led her to a room, to which she quickly slammed open the sliding door. She was greeted a bloody sight, a massive spray of blood covering the walls, and in the middle of it, Kenzo, sobbing and trying to force two halves of a body back together.
Her first reaction was to activate her searchlight, and look around the room to make sure they were alone. She inched towards Kenzo, keeping alert and with an expression that hid her surprise and fear.
"Kenzo, are you alright?" She asked, gently putting a hand on his shoulder, after deactivating its glove.
