A few silent seconds passed with Tatsumi staring at Teru.. he wasn't moving, he wasn't breathing.
"Shirome.." Tatsumi whispered, sheathing his sword as he began walking over to Teru. "What have you done?" He asked in disbelief, kneeling beside the blonde.
"Forget about him." She chuckled, "he was weak."
Tatsumi ignored her voice as he repeated "what have you done" as if it was the only sentence in his arsenal.
"I'm talking to you." She chuckled again, "C'mon, he's dead, get over it."
After a few more seconds, Mira zoomed passed Tatsumi in a blur, coming to a clashing halt when her Katana met with a small protected area of skin on Shirome's hand. "What is this!?" The maniacal woman shouted in excitement. "I just want Tatsumi!" She exclaimed excitedly while dodging several swipes at he
