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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 20, 2008 16:14:57 GMT
Merk shook his head, withdrew a rusty knife from his pocket, and stabbed it through Roren's shoulder. The knife had been made course by Merk over the year. It now had the texture of incredibly sandpaper, and shaved off bits of Roren's being on its way down.
"You're still in no position for those words..." Merk said. "And I'm losing my patience..." He grabbed Roren's ear, and slowly turned it, until he managed to break each bone and connective tissue, as Roren felt each one shatter...
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Post by Tsukiyo Kyohaku on Jun 20, 2008 16:26:49 GMT
"No Merk, it's fine, I don't mind informing shinigami of the harsness this world can deal out. I did not fail my sibling, our father kicked us out into the roughest area in all or Tokyo. If you think that a bunch of children without money or food could survive under those circumstances than you're wrong. We starved, became ill and were attack often. After the first year our group of eight was split in half. Leaving my rother Irashi, my twin Tora and the little baby, my little brother, Sieji and myself. I lost the two little sisters I had and two of my older brothers along with my mother, my home and everything I owned. Irashi died, now leaving two starving, weak teenagers and a baby. The hardest thing was when my twin died, Tora was the only thing I had left except the baby and he passed away trying to protect the child and myself from an attacker. I was alone with a child and no where to go. I managed to find a family for my little brother, so he could be safe. Then I died. At least I managed to save one of them, shinigami. I didn't choose to turn out this way, I just did. But I don't really mind it. Sure everyone has their regrets about the path they choose and so do I but I saved one and that's all I could do so I'd shut your mouth before I order Merk to do something even worse." She snickered. If this shinigami could realize how horrible this world could be than she'd be happy, as happy as one could be in her position.
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 20, 2008 16:32:32 GMT
Roren laughed. "Now I get it. Denial doesn't become you, ma'am! Face it, you had a deadbeat for a father. But there's been plenty of kids that survived those conditions. Find a home for your siblings, or go to a shelter together? You could have done numerous things, and you didn't." He laughed again, wincing slightly as some more blood oozed from his ear, "You failed them. Poor Tora. Poor Irashi. They're all sad cases. They died, because of you. But then, Sieji is the saddest of all. He lived, and when he does die, he'll realize how you failed them all, and blame you for all eternity. I hope you enjoy your brother's hatred."
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 20, 2008 16:33:54 GMT
Merk's eyes widened. Such disrespect. He couldn't believe anyone would speak to Miss Taka like that. He looked at her, unsure of how she would react. He was ready to torture the man more, but she had told him that it was fine, so he would let her handle it. The Shinigami was going to be in agony, he was sure, but would his words have any effect on her?
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Post by Tsukiyo Kyohaku on Jun 20, 2008 17:01:51 GMT
Taka smiled. "On the contrary dear shinigami. I failed no one. I was but a middle child, my only concern was taking care of the little children. My older brothers were in charge, not me. So they died. Where would we find a shelter shinigami? We're talking about Tokyo. And what person in their right minds would take in a bunch of ill, starving, little beasts like us. You can insult me all you want, I've been insulted my whole life, nothing coming from you I'll take to heart."
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 20, 2008 17:05:16 GMT
Roren shook his head. "Oh, now I get it. So, your older siblings failed you, my apologies. So, the only sad cases are your younger siblings. The older ones are just as pathetic as you. No, I don't think that's possible, you may have hit a new record for being pathetic. I'll have you know that a shelter isn't always proper. You cannot tell me no one would take you, and if you do, it's obvious you and your kind didn't look hard enough..."
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 20, 2008 17:06:17 GMT
Merk yet again turned his head to Taka, gazing at her. He wasn't sure what to do. She had told him not to do anything, so he guessed he would wait here for another order. That's how he had always operated. The higher ups gave him orders, and he followed them. That way, he couldn't get in trouble...
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Post by Tsukiyo Kyohaku on Jun 20, 2008 17:20:04 GMT
Taka licked her lips. "You may have gotten some things right before but to you I'm a blank page. It may surprise you but I wasn't always the cruel, heartless person I am now. I used to be a sweet, strong girl now I'm a mean, stronger girl. You'll learn shinigami that being good and kind isn't always best, that living a shameless life won't help you. I'm sure your lieutenant knows that but why don't you? You were given a chance to enter Hueco Mundo without immidiate death, that's one in a million. If you're going to insult me then insult me, I couldn't care less what you think of me shinigami. I don't care what anyone thinks of me. I really don't." She slowly scratched her nails down his arm. "You're not to smart shinigami. If you were smart then you'd keep you mouth shut. I guess this shows how smart all of the Soul Society is now. Merk, I give you license to do what you want under the restraints of Rangis-sama's orders."
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 20, 2008 17:23:40 GMT
Roren sighed. "Go ahead, do anything you want. I'm done with this..." He let his head hand, and submitted to his punishment. He was doing a dishonor to Soul Society by being so emotional. He had to be as serene as possible during this. He knew there would be someone coming. They had to be.
...Or were they?
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 20, 2008 17:28:21 GMT
Merk smiled. "Yes ma'am!" He said. He took the knife out of Roren's shoulder, and began carving his own name into Roren's thigh. "You know, it's always fun to see the reactions on the faces of people, when I do this." He looked up at Roren's face. The man was holding in the screams, but his face was obviously showing pain. "See, now you'll have a mark until you die. Which won't be long from now, but it's still there. Maybe we'll give your body back to Soul Society, just so they can see the pile of mush that represents what you used to be!" He giggled some more, continuing his activity...
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Post by Tsukiyo Kyohaku on Jun 20, 2008 18:10:12 GMT
Taka snickered, watching Merk with great interest. "How very original of you Merk. Original is often good. She smiled down at Roren, sucking up all the pain in his face with joy as if it were a chocolate milk shake. "These are the good times, if there is such thing as a good time." She sighed and crossed her arms, relaxing into a comfortable position. "If you live to see your people again shinigami, which I highly doubt, I would warn them. Show them the pain you had to go through, tell them of the people who caused them and make them hope that they never meet us, because, dear shinigami, if they do, their fate will be worse that yours. You've felt Merk's zanpaktoh, you don't want to feel mine."
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 21, 2008 0:35:38 GMT
Roren stayed silent, his face contorting. He was in pain, the wounds on his thigh bleeding openly. With each slice of that rusty knife, another few years was taken from what would have been the length of his life. He glared at Taka. His message was clear, the hate he sent her. If she touched a hair on any of his allies' heads, he would slice off her's...
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 21, 2008 0:38:11 GMT
Merk laughed, as a spurt of blood hit him clean in the face. "It's both fun and disgusting. I like that it's obvious I hurt him, but this tainted blood is so dirty..." He wiped it off. Finishing his name, he tilted his head, looking at it. "I always was good with my penmanship!" he said. "Oh, but look. You're losing lots of blood. That's no good..."
He grabbed a flat sheet of metal, and held it in the furnace, letting the metal glow bright orange after a few minutes. He then came back, and placed the sheet over the wound, burning Roren horribly, and sealing the wound with its blister. "That's better, now we can keep having fun!"
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Post by Tsukiyo Kyohaku on Jun 21, 2008 2:12:52 GMT
"You know shinigami, it's alright to scream. I give you leave to if you must. Pain is something everybody feels, whether they like it or not. Showing strength won't get you anywhere right now. YOu could betray the Soul Society and weak out but then what kind of captain would you be?" She put a hand by his head. "I realize I'm contradicting myself but you have to look at it from our point of view. Aizen startedd the feud between shinigami and Arrancar a very long time ago, we're just going by what we were automatically trained to hate and kill. But you shinigami choose to dispise us, because it's up to you. I'm not saying we mind the way we are, we don't but you'd be a son of a bitch, which granted you alrey are, to think that most of the people here have chosen a life of pain and evil, but that doesn't mean we don't like every second of it."
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Post by Rangis Mukondo on Jun 22, 2008 1:11:42 GMT
Roren ignored her, staring ahead. He wouldn't let her poison his mind with her talk of them being inferior, of them being the evil beings. He knew that he had always followed the path of riteousness, and he would not let her change his mind about that...
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