After arriving home the nobleman retreated to his villa, setting the guards on shift and high alert, closing windows and locking doors.
Saito. That bastard. He thinks he can do whatever he wants! I'll make him pay...
The memory was still fresh of the assassin sent to kill him. The carriage exploding into splinters, right before his eyes. But he had survived, and he was alive and angry. Going over to his desk he took a quill and parchment and began writing. Shortly after signing his name there was a knock on the door.
"What is it?!" he yelled, cursing his servants and their constant bothering.
"Are you finished?" replied a man's voice.
It can not be him. He is in Konogakure. I made sure of it before I left
"Who is it?" he rephrased, rising from the desk and moving over to make sure the door was locked.
"Me sir! I was told to notify you as soon as we found anything suspicious."
"Ah, good work Sebastian," the nobleman smiled at the sound of the brusque guard captain. All life drained from his face when he opened the door.
The woman in front of him was only such in appearance. Red strings ran from her fingertips that tugged and made her body dance. A puppet without a master.
Behind her was a stream of bodies, all tangled in the same red string, guards, servants, every single person on the estate bound and lifeless in the halls before him.
"MONSTER!" he shrieked, and slammed the door, "GUARDS! GUARDS!"
There was no response, only the door creaked open to let the intruder into the room. He hurried with his letter, pressing his seal to the envelope and it disappeared in a puff of smoke, praying it would arrive in time.
"A debt is due. A debt collected." a different voice spoke this time, it came from the puppet woman but her mouth was not used, her mouth was metal, welded shut.
But he knew that voice. Running had been pointless.
"Please, not yet, just give me another year!" he begged, trying to buy time, "I'll give you anything!"
"Hah. I gave you everything you have. You have nothing I value. Nothing that I do not already own. Do not be afraid. It does not hurt. Much."
An ANBU wearing a fox mask appeared in the doorway behind.
"HAH! You are finished," the noble screamed, "Kill it!" he commanded.
The ANBU simply took a knee and extended a letter to the puppet, his letter, seal still oozing red wax.
"Dismissed," the ANBU vanished as quickly as he arrived, leaving nothing for the noble, not even hope.
"Please... please..." he was crying now.
Red strings flew forward to envelope the grovelling man, digging into his skin and crawling underneath the surface until every inch of his body had been violated and he slumped into a lifeless husk on the floor.
The villa was returned to normal and the puppet-woman left, the only trace she had even been was the strange appearance of red string, all over the house.
An hour later the nobleman awoke, finding himself asleep at his desk, he had just had the most terrible dream. |