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The screaming was giving Masahiko a headache and he wished his companion would stop wasting time, but when Ryuzo got one of his cravings, deterring him was nigh impossible.

Only two members of the slaughtered family were left. The father and two sons, neither of whom could have been any older than fourteen lay dead in a pool of their combined blood while the mother and adolescent daughter were left cowering in the corner of the room.

Ryuzo taunted them, taking small steps closer to them and laughing when their frightened pleas rose in octaves.

Masahiko turned to leave the dwelling.

“Yo, Masa. Where are you going?” The underlying question in the watari-kashi’s voice was ‘Don’t you want to stay? Don’t you want to watch this?’ But he had no interest in what would happen next.

“Have your fun so we can leave.” He said and stepped outside, ignoring the whimpering of the two remaining victims.

There was a sudden shriek followed by a gurgle and wet thud.

Make that one remaining victim.

More screaming, crying, Ryuzo’s maniacal laughter, and lewd grunts and moans all issued from the small shack of a home.

A few minutes later he exited, looking very self satisfied. Far from sating the disturbed mercenary, the wicked glint in his eye was all the more fierce from his latest victims. He was humming some rhythmless tune as he finished readjusting his kimono.

Once they were on the road again, the journey was silent save for that toneless humming.

“Hey Masahiko, why don’t you ever have some fun with me?” By fun he meant, raping and killing with him. “What are you… onna-girai?”

He started laughing before he could even finish the question. They both knew Masahiko didn’t share Ryuzo’s bisexual tendencies, but goading the ronīn was his favorite pastime after the aforementioned murder and defilement.

Masahiko remained non responsive to the man he would dare call his friend in this twisted reality and Ryuzo nudged him. “Are you ignoring me?” he asked, but Masahiko’s attention was firmly focused further down the dirt road where two men could be seen heading towards them on horseback followed by a large cloud of dust. They were going fast enough to collide in a mere minute if neither party decided to change their course.

A change, however turned out not to be necessary. Upon reaching the traveling mercenaries the two horsemen reigned in their mounts.

“You two men! What are you names?” One of the men called out.

Closer inspection of the riders revealed their occupation as part of the police force and there was no doubt there were probably multiple warrants out on their arrest if not bounties on their heads.

When they didn’t reply the second lawman removed a folded piece of parchment from his jacket, he scrolled his eyes over the contents and gave a swift nod to the first man.

The man in front of Masahiko drew one of his swords, pointing it at the two of them threateningly. “Akagawa Ryuzo and Aomori Masahiko. You are hereby under arrest for the combined charges of sixty-eight counts of murder and assault in the villages of Harai-cho, Niishima, Odai, Ko-“

Quick as lightening, Masahiko swung out his hook scythe and caught the officer off guard, dragging him down from his mount into the dirt by his neck before repeating the process with the second officer half a moment later. They were immediately dispatched to their next life as Ryuzo grabbed the horses’ leads before they took off.

“Those places are all north of here, he’s come pretty far out.”

“I was getting tired of walking anyway.” Ryuzo grinned and pulled himself up onto the beast. After collecting whatever valuables he could find in the pockets of the kachi-metsuke, Masahiko followed suit. After all, the brothel girls wouldn’t pay for themselves and neither would his food.

The nearest village wasn’t so far now that they had horses and they found themselves in town as the sun was just beginning to set.

Without a word, Ryuzo took off to settle whatever business a psychopath like him would have in a humble town like this one. Most likely to find the nearest gambling establishment to lose his half of the 200 mon Masahiko had split with him from the pockets of the lawmen earlier.

Purchasing any food for travel would need to wait till the morning so he found himself wandering the streets in search of nightly accommodations. Two left turns and one right, had him walking parallel to the wooden barred windows indicative of a cathouse. Usually ronīn like him weren’t allowed entry, but the rules became lax in the obviously poor towns like this one. If money was to be made only sheer stupidity would allow them to turn it away.

Though the section of town was walled in as per usual, the only area that sported guards was the entrance of the brothel. The two men bantered back and forth, not taking notice of the approaching ronīn until he was five paces from them.

“Stop there.” the man on the right ordered.

Masahiko stopped.

“Remove your weapons. They’ll have to stay out here till you’re done.”

He removed his hook scythe and swords and paid his fee. Compromises are made.

It must’ve been a new girl. It was the only explanation for the spontaneous fountain of tears that had erupted from the girls eyes as soon as he reached for his hakama, or rather, the only explanation that didn’t severely wound his ego that Masahiko could think of. It was the first time he ever had to ask for a different girl before.

Masahiko didn’t mind getting rough with a woman every now and again, he’d even admit to taking a woman by force on more than one occasion, but a flood of tears has always been and always will be an immediate death sentence on his libido, especially when it made a woman look and sound like a whining little girl.

The second woman, an obviously more experience whore, seemed determined to make up for her brothel sister’s mistake, unfortunately her enthusiasm was wasted. Masahiko paid no mind to the extra mewls and moans of the woman writhing beneath him. He hardly seemed to look at her, favoring to stare at her breasts or directly above her left shoulder instead.

As a prostitute, she was used to men imagining other women while they fucked her, she’d been called the names of other women more times than her own, but with this man she had to wonder. He was far more handsome than her usual clients and quite well endowed, but it didn’t take a scholar to see the man was dangerous. She wondered what kind of girl he would be picturing.
Once he was done, he collected his weapons and left, but the woman still pictured those cold eyes that caused her sister to weep.
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