Sakagami Kenzo
Kenzo's smile grew only more cheerful at the sight of the immense legion. One could almost swear his eyes were shaped like hearts as he ran faster and faster and grew redder and redder, his hair turning into a pale white flame while his black horn burst out of his forehead. The more he cut, the more he fell closer and closer to the abyss and slowly forgot.
Each man he slaid was a happy memory that had now become too painful to bear, each woman was a promise that had been unkept. Without discrimination, without mercy, without hatred and without cruelty he slashed away like a painter displaying the depths of his love in a stream of redness.
Armor was crushed, arrows were gnawed away, limbs were sliced, flesh was eaten as he kept driving himself further and further to forget everything, and yet...
I love you.
To call this bar hell would be an understatement. Blood and gore had been scattered everywhere, there wasn't a single place left that wasn't topped by a corpse. The television played its blank static, that noise had been deafened by the clashing of metal but had since then been the only sound left in this silent den of death.
However, there was one lady clad in white that had remained of this carnage, after countless souls slain over and over, she was the only one left. She looked familiar to him, a beautiful sight. It was the same woman as the first he had slain in what was nothing more than a playful game between lovers, a tribute to display one's affection.
And yet, to see her pure untainted clothes all around this bloodbath was even more beautiful. And on that moment, Kenzo had a revelation. For a moment, he stopped and looked at her. Then, the red demon who'se skin could not be split anymore from the blood that covered him walked slowly up to the girl and held her face gently, stroking her face sadly and caressing her.
"I understand Muramasa. You and I are the same." He said calmly, for the first time dropping his smile to speak in an earnest lucid voice. "You're just like me, aren't you? You walked so long all alone with nothing but the ghost of those you killed, never held other than to fulfill selfish wishes. That's why you walk with this human form, isn't it? You want to feel the same happiness they do. You're just like me, all you ever wanted was love."
He laid his benizakura to rest in a warrior's chest, a fitting sheath for a blade of blood. The only sword he needed to hold now was her. His caresses laid a bloody trail over the girl's pure cheeks. Then, he leaned over her for a kiss. His lips softly rubbed over hers, and the demon's tongue slipped in her mouth gently.
He held her over him tightly as he grew more and more intense, bringing her closer and closer to him as his mouth made love to hers. His hold was fierce, powerful and yet loving. Both knelt as he forced his way further and further, rubbing his hands over her back. And then-
!!!
Blood dripped once more on the ground. The two laid still over the mountain of corpses. The pristine silver sword was now even redder than Benizakura, the blood of both she who had once been a bride and Kenzo himself mixing together, the two bound together by the same blade. Yes, that's what was missing. Kissing even more passionately, he released her mouth with a boody trail. At this very moment, they truly were one.
"Do you love me?" He asked lovingly.
