[ byakuya had told her that things were how they are because of shinji. because of kotomine. that's what he said, right? so if those things didn't exist anymore, then he could feel better. maybe, then he would let her in and allow her to take care of him. she can't exist like this much longer, after all. with a father who won't allow his daughter to care for him and treat him as a proper daughter should. it wasn't right. she had to fix it. it was up to her.
in retrospect, she probably should have expected him to scream as much as he did. using one of kotomine's knives from the kitchen she stabbed him in the chest a good thirty-six times or so. until his pupils stopped moving and until he stopped bleeding out and it wasn't as much fun anymore. this was a business venture, anyhow. this was what needed to get done. just like any other household chore.
ah. the front of her is covered in blood, from splatters on her face and arms to giant soaked stains on her dress. she walks down the hallway, looking for other responsible parties to deal with. it wouldn't make sense to get cleaned up only to make a mess again. ]
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in retrospect, she probably should have expected him to scream as much as he did. using one of kotomine's knives from the kitchen she stabbed him in the chest a good thirty-six times or so. until his pupils stopped moving and until he stopped bleeding out and it wasn't as much fun anymore. this was a business venture, anyhow. this was what needed to get done. just like any other household chore.
ah. the front of her is covered in blood, from splatters on her face and arms to giant soaked stains on her dress. she walks down the hallway, looking for other responsible parties to deal with. it wouldn't make sense to get cleaned up only to make a mess again. ]