Capítulo 95: "Just like old times"
The group froze in their tracks, their blood running cold. The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, cloaked in the darkness that surrounded the house. It was a voice that spoke of violence, of a darkness that lay just beneath the surface, ready to erupt at any moment.
Arashi's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to steady her breathing. The fear that had been buried beneath her anger began to claw its way to the surface.
"W-who's there?" She swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she asked.
From the shadows, a figure emerged, his presence dominating the space around him. It was Ray. His expression was unreadable, his face a mask of cold indifference. His eyes, however, held a darkness that sent a shiver down Arashi's spine, a darkness that hinted at the violence he was capable of.
Ray's gaze swept over the group, his eyes lingering on Arashi for a moment before he spoke.
"What are you doing here, Arashi, at this hour of night?" He uttered, his voice low and devoid of any warmth.
Arashi opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. Ray's presence, his voice, and the dead look in his eyes had stripped her of the bravado she had felt only moments before. She had come here to exact revenge, to assert her dominance, but now she was struggling to even form a coherent thought.
Before she could find her voice, one of the boyfriends, the cockiest of the trio, sneered and stepped forward, his arrogance undiminished by the tension in the air.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to us like that, poor boy?" He spat, his tone full of disdain.
"We're here to beat your foreign ass into bloody pulp." He added.
In an instant, the boy charged at Ray, his anger driving him forward. But before he could even get close, a flash of silver cut through the darkness. The boy stopped abruptly, his eyes wide with shock as he looked down to see a dagger buried deep in his chest. Blood blossomed around the wound, staining his expensive shirt as he staggered back, his strength quickly leaving him.
Within seconds, he collapsed to the ground, dead.
Arashi, Rio, Shion, Yume, and the two remaining boyfriends stared in horror, their minds struggling to comprehend what had just happened. The cocky boyfriend, so full of life and arrogance just moments ago, now lay dead at their feet, the life drained from his eyes.
It was then that they saw her. Standing by the door, her posture relaxed yet poised for action, was Izanami, one of cunning and deadly Queenswoman. She was deadly beautiful, but there was a cold, lethal edge to her that made her more terrifying that any weapon. Her silver eyes, dark and calculating, regarded them with a mixture of disdain and indifference.
"You've made a grave mistake coming here." Izanami's voice, like the voice of death itself, filled the night.
The remaining boyfriends took a step back, their bravado shattered. Rio, Shion, and Yume clung to each other, their fear palpable. Arashi felt her knees weaken, her mind racing as she tried to process the situation. She had never imagined things would escalate like this. She had underestimated Ray, and now they were all in danger.
Suddenly, the scar-faced man who had earlier warned them stepped forward, his face twisted with a mix of fear and anger. His respect to Himura family overrode his fear of Ray and Izanami. He knew what Ray was capable of, but he couldn't stand by and let Arashi, Sakura's daughter, be threatened.
"Protect Miss Himura at all costs and kill these bastards!" The scar-faced man barked, his voice filled with determination.
He drew his weapon, an iron knuckles, and his Yakuza comrades followed suit, their faces set with grim resolve.
"Scums." Ray spoke low. He didn't flinch. His expression remained cold, emotionless, as he watched the Yakuzas ready themselves for a fight.
Izanami, too, showed no signs of concern, her posture calm and controlled, as if she had already predicted every move they would make.
The tension in the air was palpable as Ray stood from the shadows, and Izanami stood by the door againts the scar-faced man, his Yakuza comrades, and the two remaining boyfriends. Arashi, Rio, Shion, and Yume were frozen in fear, their minds unable to process the escalating violence that was about to unfold.
In a mere second, five Yakuzas and the two boyfriends charged forward, their weapons raised, but Ray didn't flinch. He moved first, his bare hands becoming deadly weapons in the blink of an eye. The first Yakuza who reached him swung a bat, but Ray easily sidestepped the attack, grabbing the man's arm with a bone-crushing grip. With a swift, brutal motion, Ray twisted the arm until it snapped, the man howling in pain before Ray delivered a lethal strike to his throat, crushing his windpipe.
As Ray continued his assault, Izanami moved with lethal precision.
"Just like old times, me and Ray." Izanami whispered to herself with such satisfaction while engaging with the Yakuzas.
Her sharp daggers were a blur of silver as she sliced through the air, each strike hitting its mark with deadly accuracy. One Yakuza attempted to rush her, but Izanami evaded his attack with a graceful spin, driving her dagger into his side with a cold, calculated motion. The man gasped in pain as he collapsed, blood pooling beneath him.
The scar-faced man, seeing his comrades fall one by one, lunged at Ray with a roar of fury.
"You fucking bastard!" The scar-faced man roared.
Ray turned to face him, his expression cold and emotionless as ever.
"You're out of your league, scum." Ray uttered.
The scar-faced man swung his hands with all his might, but Ray caught it mid-air with his bare hand, wrenching it from the man's grasp with terrifying strength. Before the scar-faced man could react, Ray delivered a series of rapid, brutal punches to his torso, each one driving the air out of his lungs. The scar-faced man staggered back, his vision blurring, before Ray finished him with a devastating blow to the head, sending him crashing to the ground.
Meanwhile, Izanami dealt with the remaining Yakuzas and the two boyfriends with a deadly efficiency. One of the boyfriends, thinking he could overpower her, charged with a knife. Izanami sidestepped his attack effortlessly, her eyes cold and focused. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a shard dagger flying into his chest. The boyfriend's eyes widened in shock as he fell to his knees, blood spilling from the wound, before he crumpled lifelessly to the ground.
The final Yakuza, seeing his comrades all lying dead around him, raised a gun in a desperate attempt to fight back. But Izanami was faster. She closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, her dagger slashing across his throat with a precise, fluid motion. The man gurgled, clutching his neck as he collapsed, blood pouring from the fatal wound.
The last boyfriend, now the only one left standing, was trembling uncontrollably. His earlier arrogance had completely vanished, replaced by sheer terror. He looked at Ray, his eyes wide with fear, knowing that he was no match for the Dawning Devil.
"P-please." The boyfriend stammered, backing away slowly.
"I-I didn't mean it.....I was just following them..It was all Arashi-chan fault. Please....don't kill me!" He pleaded.
Ray stared at him, his expression unreadable, as the boyfriend's pleas echoed in the night. The desperation in the boy's voice was palpable, his fear tangible as he begged for his life.
"I'll do anything. Ju-just let me go...my otousan will give you money and girls. I pro-promise. Please!" The boyfriend continued, his voice shaking.
For a moment, Ray said nothing, his cold gaze locked on the terrified boy. Then, in one swift motion, Ray closed the distance between them. The boyfriend barely had time to react before Ray's hand shot out, grabbing him by the throat with an iron grip.
The boyfriend gasped, his eyes bulging as Ray lifted him off the ground, his fingers tightening around his neck.
"You think you can give away money and women that easily? Scums like you deserve to die." Ray said, his voice low and menacing.
Before the boyfriend could respond, Izanami, who had been watching silently, stepped forward. With a flick of her wrist, she sent another shard dagger flying, embedding it into the boy's chest. His eyes widened in shock and pain, his body twitching as the life drained from him. Ray released his grip, letting the lifeless body slump to the ground.
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