One Door Closes

The room was dark when Kohiro decided to leave. All was silent in the house, and the young brunette woman he was leaving lay still. Shuffling through his deck, Kohiro frowned. Tonight hadn't been all that fun for him either, another in a long string of disappointments. Leaving a card on her nightstand, it was simply the 2 of Clubs.

Kohiro closed the door to her bedroom softly, adjusting his shirt slightly as it had come ever so slightly untucked. The hour was late, and he'd just finished with a woman he'd found at a bar not long ago. He'd found her quite appealing, and had been meaning to get to her for weeks now, but tonight was the night he'd made his move. She'd been just drunk enough, made just the right amount of mistakes on her end. Kohiro was an opportunist, and when he saw an in, just the right amount of vulnerability, he made his move.

One might assume he'd slept with the woman, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Kohiro was a much more dangerous type of predator, one who hunted and killed for sport. An equal opportunist, he didn't care whether it was a man, woman, or child. He simply enjoyed the sport of the hunt, but lately he'd been finding that civilians just weren't cutting it for him anymore. It was far too easy.

Even with this woman, he'd ended her with a simply flick of his knife through her neck. There had been little resistance, and she'd hardly even noticed he was there. Someone untrained to the Shinobi arts wouldn't have any idea that they were in any danger until their life was already ended. He walked through the apartment, moving towards the door when a sound made him pause. He wasn't alone in the place.

Click!

The sound of a door closing echoed through the silent apartment. Kohiro melted into the corner shadows. Forming the tiger seal, he disappeared completely into the shadows. Watching, he saw a silhouette of a masculine form. His eyes were adjusted to the dark fully, so he could see, while the person who had just entered the apartment didn't look like he could all that well.

The man appeared to be a shinobi of some sort, as he was wearing a Flak Jacket, which meant the man may actually be a Chuunin. Perhaps coming off patrol or guard duty. Kohiro smiled to himself, drawing the knife he'd used to slit the woman's throat as the man moved across the living room and towards the bedroom.

Carefully and silently, Kohiro stalked him into the room, and due to the darkness in the area, the man couldn't see that his partner was dead, assuming she was just asleep. As the man disrobed, removing his flak jacket, Kohiro watched him. When the Chuunin finally slipped into bed, there was a brief moment where Kohiro's heart beat leapt into overdrive. The moment he was waiting for was approaching.

A moment of silence, and then a confused grunt as the Chuunin discovered that there was some sort of wetness soaking into his surroundings. He reached over to the desk light, flipping it on, and then when the light came on, two things revealed themselves.

With the light on, he immediately saw the scarlet stained bed spread and his dead partner. And with the shadows dissolved,
Kohiro's body revealed itself as well, wielding a blood stained knife as well, wearing all black. The shades had been drawn already in the room, so nobody from outside could see inside, and it was then that Kohiro made his move, launching across the room as the Chuunin launched himself out of the bed with a start.

Knife extended out, Kohiro went to pierce into the Chuunin's skull, but the man spun out of the way at the last second, the knife slicing through his cheek, but planting into the side of the ground. He quick drew and threw out two of his knives from their holsters, both launching into the man's shoulders, and he fell backwards, letting out a shout as he backed against the wall.

Pulling the dagger out of the ground, Kohiro advanced on the Chuunin, who was slightly stunned. The man launched a few kicks at his assailant, but his arms were limp, and the force from the kicks was lacking. Most of the fight had been taken out of him, the shock of the pain in his shoulders and cheek as well as his dead girlfriend removing the oomph from most of his force.

Kohiro blocked the kicks, grabbing his leg on the second strike, and buried his knife into the man's thigh, putting all his force behind the attack. As he'd grabbed at the shin, the force used him as a fulcrum and his knee bent the wrong direction. The Chuunin's mouth opened to let out a howl, but Kohiro's hand shot up to cover his mouth, letting go of his shin, and he pulled out his knife, driving it into the side of his neck with the sharp of the blade vertical. Twisting so the blade faced him, he pulled towards him, ripping out his neck, and watched as the man slid down, the light leaving his eyes.

Pulling out a secondary card with his gloved hand, Kohiro pulled out a card, the 5 of diamonds, and threw it on the man, before collecting his knives and exiting the apartment through the fire escape and disappearing into the night, launching into a river to wash himself off and end any trail. With it being night time, on a night without a visible moon, it was dark, so the Hiding in Shadows technique kept him well hidden. Two more victims this night, but neither particularly interesting for more than a few thrills.

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