Yomo Renji is knocked off his feet by this tiny, magenta-haired intruder. Her mask looks like a tiger, and her ukaku cackles with electricity. A suicide vicim lies between them.
“So, I see I’m not the only electric ukaku here.” She tilts her head. “That’s interesting.”
“Who are you?” Raven raises himself up to his full height. He towers over her.
“You’re gonna hear me roar,” she replies instead. She yanks off the man’s head in one swoop, and flies away.
The next day, concerned about this new ghoul in the 20th ward, Yomo heads to Uta to inquire about the tiger mask.
“Why do you ask?” Uta grins.
“She stole the head, like she was starving. She could have just asked.”
“From my few interactions, our female feline friend doesn’t appreciate the vulnerability of asking.” Uta narrows his eyes. “She’s rather standoffish, kinda like you a few years ago.”
Yomo frowns. “Minus the killing.”
“Apparently.” Uta giggles. “I’ll tell her Raven was asking for her.”
Yomo’s cheeks heat. “If you mention this to Itori, I’ll slaughter you.”
“She was that hot?” Uta leans back, enjoying an embarrassed Renji. “I’m sure Itori knows her.”
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Hoshi doesn’t pray before she eats. She forces herself to stare at the face, to remember the person she’s eating, and in that pain, she hopes to obtain absolution.
She hates the texture of brain, but she really shouldn’t enjoy anything she eats, so it serves her right.
“Hoshi. Is that your real name?”
Hoshi looks up with a start. That blasted Raven is back.
“What’s it to you?”
He removes his mask. “I’m Yomo Renji. I help the leader of the 2oth Ward.”
“I’m sure I interfered with something?” She smiles. Dammit, he’s cute and displeased. “Would you like some brains? We can pretend we’re zombies.”
“No, thank you.” His mouth remains a straight line, but his cheeks are read. Ah.
“How about this. I’ll listen to your little rant if you share my meal with me.” Hoshi pulls out a chair, and Yomo reluctantly slides in.
Mercy and Magic 