The Next Black Rock Shooter
She stood there against the flames of destruction raging around her, the cold wind of evil brushing back her leather trench coat, and lashing out at the long straps of leather belts used for fashion around the biceps and thighs. Her long, dark indigo hair fluttered in said wind, as her pale lavender eyes glazed with such heated anger upon her enemy, the left eye releasing a pale blue flame that made the lavender pupiless eye (which embraces the optical organ) glow almost hypnotically. She wore short leather shorts, and knee-high leather black heel boots zipped up completely. All she has for a shirt is just a simple wide black strap of a silk fabric that hugged her large breasts and exposed a good deal of her cleavage. The left hand delicately caressed the handle of a long blade of six feet, the blade a stainless silver tint. The right hand was grasping a handle, finger curled around the trigger. That hand was encased on a comfortable metal barrel, in which that barrel was encased in a larger cylinder-shaped canon that extends up to the elbow. It was a machinist-like concept of death that the right arm carried. The girl carried this seemingly heavy weapon with such feather-light ease.
Across from her was a boy of her age, blond hair dirtied by the blood of victims, eyes slit like a fox and a glowing mixture of red blood and acid green. The marks on the cheeks were profound, savage-like, fangs bared with a dark look of utter contempt and disdain for the person before him. Large wings of vampiric and demonic origin caresses like the wings of an angel (or fallen angel in this case). A ragged brown cloak surrounded by a ripped-looking coat with black and red flames cover his upper body, and only tight-looking leather pants with silver belt buckles, three each around the lower leg. Horns of a oni wrap around the forehead like a twisted tiara, and spreads out to mimic a fox's ear. It was but a matter of time before these two forces met... A matter of time before the Black Rock Shooter emerged, and with her second coming, her mortal enemy emerging...
Hinata just couldn't fathom the thought that the person she was destined to kill was the one person that she had fallen in love with.