Disturbed, sick, a psycho? No. Will was nothing but that, he waited till it was dark enough, as he layed there beside the kitsune undisturbed. For hours he spent there, slowly and painfuly shifting back into his human for, or at lest trying to. It was leaving him weak and tired but he managed to get it half way. The open wounds were healing slowly, even with infected from the silver blade that had sliced open his side, and from the rat he fought in the woods earlyer that day, its toxin fangs sunk into his throat for it was dried with blood and burning like a bitch. He tried to lick his wounds, or heal himself the best that he could moving was a bit diffacult for him but he pressed through the pain as he slowly rose from the ground leaving the kitsune there to rest and not even to move him, he would wait till he woke up or something, Will could not put his finger on the half beast man he never seen such a thing.
A frown twisted upon his face, as he took a limp to look at all the bodies and broke weapons. If Will did not clean this shit up or at least try to because it was all on the property of this man's home he didn't want cops or feds coming in but this was all in defense. The stench of dry blood was in the air, and the smell of rats damn mother fuckers, as far as cleaning everything up and getting rid of the bodies it was what he was going to do but with every body movement or step it burned and hurt like a bitch, sucking it up as he started to collect the bodies pulling them by their arms out from the property as best as he could, to a spot where he was going to do a little chopping.
His bare feet padded against the pavement, and the lands allowing himself into the house he started to pull out drawers from the kitchen grabbing black trash bags, thought William knew how to cover everything up, as he went along he could have this place looking like nothing ever happen. Finding what he was looking for as his hand wrapped around the black handle of a butchers knife, "Lets get to chopping" His eyes traced over the blade, seeing to it was sharp enough he left the house, as he wandered back through the woods with the bodies, one by one he spread out the massive half animal human rats or whole beasts, the butcher knife raised high as it came down slicing them all up into peices blood spattered across his face, as it chopped through muscale, and meat distucted by this himself he felt like he went a little insane.
Was this apart of his own insanity? That he would do anything for anyone, or if it even came close he was doing this for a man he didn't even know. He had his own problems when Jenna got home from New York, but he needed to call her he needed her to know he couldn't just run to the others he felt like this was his dirty little secret. There was a darker side to Will that had rose that night, he never expected this from himself, he could stay in his beast and just eat the mother fuckers, but that would leave Will completely overly full with rat. Hands, feet, heads, fingers, limbs of bodies that belonged to these men were tossed into trash bags. If William had a address of where these mother fuckers came from he would wrap them up into a gift box to the mother fucker that sent them to harm this fox for what reason? He did not know nor understood it was his place to ask questions that were to be unanswered. He'd send their bodies back in peices sent back with big black words RETURN TO SENDER! with a red ribbion.
He managed to toss them into the back of his truck bed, like he was just taking out the trash, he pulled the black hoodie over his head as he drove to the dump yard way downtown miles away from the city it was as if he drove for hours to him it seemed like eternity, he gripped the black bags up he double sacked them tossing them over head and into a dumpster, one by one he picked up a jug of gasolne pouring it into the dumpster soaking the bags and trash in gas also tossing the jug inside, with many weapons that he knew would burn but left of objects who gave a fuck.
Lighting a match as he tossed the match in the dumpster, it flew up in flames within a split second he took a step back and got into his truck driving away from the dumpster that was in the middle of no where. No one was around, no one even saw... he pulled at the black gloves swallowing hard, darken shape was under his eyelids as he started to shake with fury, hands gripping the steering wheel as he took a deep breath, the smell of the rats dry blood was still on his body, he only slipped into sweat pants, and a black hoodie jacket, back at the house William took the knowledge to clean the property, as if nothing happened, he moved the fox up into his home for safety knowing the fox would heal on his own as he pulled back up to the tiger home he turned the turn off eyes glanced up to the property as he swallowed hard, he reached into his jacket pulling out his cell phone, from here as he would slip from the property to go watch over the kitsune, till he knew what to do further he would keep to himself like nothing happened his finger dialed the numbers that stayed in his mind from day one when Caspian gave them to Will putting the phone to his ear as he was dialing in Jenna, he knew she was problay pissed off at him figured Cas tattle telled on him from the other day his eyes closed slowly as he waited an answer.
After getting the call from Jenna, Caspian headed over to the house to see how things were. He'd gotten someone to cover him at work so he could be there to make sure nothing else went wrong. He checked on Kaikou and Will to make sure they were both resting up and sleeping like they were supposed to be.
He went around the house, checking on things, looking in every room until he was satisfied all was well and safe. Then he went out into the woods, checking the smoldering remains of the apparent attackers. He wrinkled his nose, curled his lip at the scent of burning flesh and hair, then moved on to check out the tracks that had caused trouble in the first place.
"Goddamn," he muttered to himself, gold eyes taking it all in, his beast let loose to make sure nothing was hiding in the dark, nothing creeping or lurking that needed the shit beat out of it. Eventually he headed back to the house and sank down onto the nearest couch, slumping. It'd been a long ass day. He supposed having hte night off wasn't the worst thing.
Their was little to say about what happened from Kaikou, then again, nothing had been said at all. None of the rats survived the ordeal, even the one that had the unfortunate fate of being at the recieving end of an ancient Naginata. The rats had come to do a job and every single one of them had failed. The violence on Kaikou's part had been horrible. The first rat to die did not even make it past the paper lanterns of the stone fence. A hail of arrows had riddled the mans body, before even his beast could leap out from his flesh. Even pulling the arrows out left disgusting gaping wounds, the silver had eatten through the man like a hot knife and butter.
The other two rats faired no better against the old kitsune, but they gave the fox trouble and he was paying for it. The essence was drained and Kaikou was reduced to mortal standards of existance, for the moment. All those powers that allowed him to masquerade like a human, to use that fox wit and speed, even the basic power of communicating were all gone. He was only thankful Jenna was not around to see him like this. Will had been in the middle of disposing of things, when Kaikou awoke. Covered in blood, his hands still both on blade and scabbard. His enemy was gone, but so was the unknown tiger. When Will came back to retrieve him, the fox would of only moved but some yards toward the river stream. Head in the water, not drinking it, but seeming to interact with the fluid in some odd way. Kaikou would not be carried by will, he hobbled under his own power back to his home. Though he was tired and he could offer no explination of any sort. If he even attempted to talk, all that would come was the sounds of something that was not mortal. The Japanese thought of them as ghosts and others as demons.
The weapons had been collected, Kaikou would refuse to go to his bed until each one had been cleaned and placed back in their proper place. His Wazikashi was left in pieces on the ground, as well as his Yumi bow. Both shattered and priceless weapons, they could not be replaced. Moon Dancer, his own trusted blade survived, but it would not return to the shrine of Inari with his weapons like the naginata. It remained with him even as he continued in to his bedroom. A more modern bed, perhaps the one thing Kaikou loved about the modern world was the beds. But he did not even try to lay on it properly or maybe he was completely exhausted. Marginally clean, wounds healing slowly, but all he wanted to do now was sleep. Emerald eyes burning a ghostly bright, it was impossible to hide his true nature with out essence. All he could do was sleep to get back everything he had lost.
