Been sleeping

Tue Jun 24, 2014 2:56 pm

In a small clearing in the forest, a patch of snow covered someone lying facedown on the ground. Which... was completely unnatural and there probably wasn’t any other snow in the entire city. The unconscious individual seemed to stir a bit. The frozen precipitation wasn’t melting on his back, and felt strangely warm on his skin. He concluded that he must have been freezing to death, he was dead, he was sure he was dead. He didn’t feel a need to fight it. No such will to live arose from within him, and he simply drudged on in his state of unconsciousness. This must’ve been the part where he waited to die, he thought. He didn’t see any flashing images or suddenly feel moved by every single regret in his life, so he must’ve been fine with dying. Maybe he was a bad person and this was his ultimate punishment: ceasing to exist. Eventually he would fall asleep, and stay asleep.

‘I-... ov-... yo-....’

He suddenly became alert. He swore he heard someone’s voice. It was really quiet, but he knew he heard it. He tried to remember what the voice had said to no avail. Then he realized he didn’t remember what the voice even sounded like and was suddenly gripped with panic. Who’s voice was it he wondered. What did they say? Why do I even care?

“I-....ry...”

He was prepared to try and encode the voice into his memory but it was even fainter than the last time. As he struggled he came to realize that he couldn't remember anything. Not the voice, not his life- nothing. He needed to know. That voice brought him back to life. He gasped as he drew in a big gulp of air. He lay there panting as he tried to force his eyes opened. Now awake, he could feel his body, but he couldn't move it. He wondered if he had actually frozen to death, but the warm air he took in suggested otherwise. He wasn't exactly numb either. It kinda hurt all over the place. He was probably right about almost being dead though. His eyes finally popped open. Everything seemed kinda blurry. He squinted, straining to see around himself but everything came into focus all at once. There was definitely snow on him, but it definitely wasn't snowing outside. It wasn't all white snow either. There was blood everywhere he looked- or rather could look. He was drenched with fresh blood. And none of it was his.

Wed Jun 25, 2014 2:01 am

Template By: [THEFROST]

Artist: Spiral of unconscious - Song:東方アレンジ】ハルトマンの妖怪少女 - Word Count: 606

Hayuko stepped into the forest after finally escaping the clutches of the city. For him there was just too much life, too many people; the boisterous noises that surrounded the concept of “City Life” was just too much of a nuisance for Hayuko. So what else is someone who is deterred away from city life going to do? He’s going to head into the forest clearly. He breathed in profoundly, taking in the fresh air of the forest as he stepped on the soft grass underneath him. Step by step you could hear the crunching sounds of the leaves underneath him, as they were slightly seared after every step Hayuko took; almost like a trail revealing exactly where he was.

The weather was indeed hot and humid, with every breath of air you could almost feel the water inside the air materializing; it was just that humid. Clothes began to stick to every part of Hayuko’s body, but of course he himself didn’t mind the heat. To him this hot weather was like being hit with a nice cool breeze in the mountains. He continued absent mindedly browsing through the forest, walking past hundreds and hundreds of trees and for what sake? He wasn’t on some sort of exploration, he was just looking for some peace of mind. After all the mental state of the human body was extremely important, even more so for someone like Hayuko; who has to spend every waking moment of his life with the indomitable spirit of hell gnawing at his very existence day in and day out. This ongoing struggle was one that would cause nearly anybody to go mad; even iron willed Hayuko, and because of this he takes these absentminded walks. To refortify his frame of mind, to simply enjoy his life.

This would soon lead him to a new adventure, one he was not expecting; and probably one he could care less about. Usually being extremely perceptive about his environment, his focus tends to drop quite a bit on his rambling walks. This led to one very uncomfortable encounter in the forest; or at least for the other guy.

Hayuko had continued to stumble upon the forest, when he could almost feel the temperature around him drop just a little bit. He continued in that direction, until he could almost feel the cold underneath him. Taking just one extra step, Hayuko had completely stepped on a man who had been laying on the floor. Although it took him quite a bit to realize this, as he felt his foot wasn’t on the ground. He lifted his foot up, and while stepping on the man might’ve hurt; it wouldn’t do any lasting damage to the man.

Hayuko soon looked down at the man. Standing above him at a redeeming six foot one; hayuko stared down with his menacing blood red eyes. His entire face had been covered by the dark grey hoodie he was wearing, making his ferocious eyes stand out even more. It was a look that could stir up a panic in most people, as their usually too terrified to stare him straight in the eyes. Despite his initial appearances he was actually quite the kind person; but in this particular run in, he was so lackadaisical that he hadn’t realized he had just stepped on a man. He only continued to glance down at him slightly tilting his head to the side, wondering what anybody would ever be doing this deep in the forest. Hayuko completely turned a blind eye to the blood, as he was probably too out of it to even notice that.

Wed Jun 25, 2014 8:04 pm

His burst of enthusiasm ended just as quickly as it began as he closed his eyes and slumped back onto the ground. He had been sleeping- maybe... But he still felt awfully exhausted. It sort of reminded him of working hard-sort of. Well, he could hardly move and he was sore all over. And although he was soaked with blood, he didn’t think he was bleeding anywhere. He could probably manage for a little while. But then he wondered about water and f-. He immediately dismissed the thought. The last thing he needed was for another part of his body to start aching. If he just waited, he would heal... eventually. And then maybe he’d be strong enough to- ‘Ouch’.

Someone had just stepped on him. He would’ve shouted or something, at least in pain but all that left his mouth was air. Okay, now he was bleeding. After being stepped on, he had come to realize that his insides were in absolute shambles. Something that was supposed to be connected to something wasn’t connected to anything and was now conjected to something. And it hurt. He figured it was a bone fragment, maybe from his ribs, that had punctured something after being pushed in by the stranger’s foot. Stranger’s...? He turned his head as much as he could to see some... strange looking teenager?

Well he couldn’t have been very much older than Kisuke, in appearance nor in actuality. Maybe a year older- on the outside at least. He was wearing... a hoodie. ‘I think I like hoodies... am I... wearing one?’ he thought to himself. His arms were in sleeves, but he couldn’t identify any weight on his back to be cloth or otherwise. For all he knew, there could be something more than blood and snow on his back- like a rotting corpse!’ As his mind wandered, he realized he had been absentmindedly staring at the stranger. He quickly turned away and opened his mouth again, as if to speak, but found that he couldn’t utter a single word. He was actually speechless. Every attempt he made to form words only resulted in warm air scratching at his throat. ’Oh.. right.. ouch’ He was reminded by a jabbing pain in his chest. He turned back to the stranger sheepishly, remembering he was there. He probably looked kind of- very and totally ridiculous. He tried to crack a smile.

He took another gander at the guy. Nothing about him seemed menacing at all to Kisuke. He stared straight up into his eyes and tried to learn about him. There wasn't much to be read on his face. Still, Kisuke wondered what sort of person he was. He wasn’t even going to bother taking a stab at his actual age but-it... kind of, sort of hurt all over. ’I think I’m dying right now, like for real this time’ he thought, wincing. He needed this guy’s help- badly. He wondered how he was supposed to communicate his distress. But what if this guy was a loon. How would he reason with him? ’How do you even reason with a psycho?’ he wondered. Deep in thought, his attention began to wander astray from the problem at hand and he was suddenly interrupted by that stabbing sensation in his chest. "Ack.." His face twisted in pain as he coughed up a bit of blood onto the ground before him. Without even knowing, his hand came up and wiped at the trail of blood dripping from the side of his mouth. 'Seriously?' He thought, annoyed with himself. Social embarrassment was enough to move his limbs but the sheer force of his will wasn't? He glared angrily at the hand that lay lifeless lay in front of him. If he was such a frivolous person he should've died a while ago- a long while ago. He wouldn't have it. If he used to be that kind of person, he wouldn't be him anymore. He took in a deep breathe. "Ah-... Aaa.... I.... I....!" He stammered, in an allout war with his body. He forced his muscles to obey him, they would work, they will move. He mustered up all the strength he had within him and- a feeble "Help," was all that he could manage before plopping his face back onto the ground.

Thu Jun 26, 2014 10:24 pm

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 708

Hayuko was still confused as he stared at the person underneath him, but there was something that clearly went amiss; something he simply couldn’t ignore. The crunching sound of something snapping underneath him. While he hadn’t thought that he was walking with such force, this man was injured; and Hayuko wasn’t exactly your average joe when it came to strength. This wasn’t exactly an ideal combination for the poor man that was laying on the earth underneath him. Then he began to notice the pool of blood that was underneath him; only amplifying the idea of how injured this poor guy really was.

It was right when the pool of blood began to get bigger; that Hayuko knew he had fucked up.

Ah shit… I guess I really fucked him up huh he thought to himself, as he began to feel extremely bad about what he did. I mean sure the guy was in the middle of nowhere; he was practically asking for it… But Hayuko knew better than that, he simply wasn’t paying attention.He shouldn't have stepped on the guy, plain and simple; It’s not like the man posed a threat to him anyways. At first Hayuko couldn’t tell if the guy was still alive, as he wasn’t making any real sort movement to begin with. In fact he was just laying there… like a dead corpse. Ah man, I hope I didn’t kill him. He thought to himself as the man began to stare straight into Hayuko’s eyes. This was some sort of relief to him, as at least he knew that the guy wasn’t exactly dead.

He could actually see the man struggling to speak, and in that moment Hayuko was wondering just how hard he had stomped on the man. While he wasn’t the primary reason why the man was laying there looking like he was on death’s row; Hayuko didn’t know this beforehand. In fact he hadn’t been paying attention until he had heard to snapping sound of what seemed like a tree branch. But clearly, only the guy was underneath him. The man tried to smile and Hayuko raised one eyebrow at the face the man was making. Was that an angered I’ll get you back face? Was that supposed to be some sort of a scowl? Well whatever ”THAT” was supposed to be, Hayuko didn’t really care. He had nothing to fear from this man, he would just help him out.

Except… The biggest problem was that he couldn’t exactly heal the man. While Hayuko was an extremely powerful individual, his only individual merits was his ability to completely… destroy things. In fact one of his biggest powers was in fact controlling death’s energy; and he didn’t exactly want to send this man to an early grave. This in itself caused quite a problem itself… As he didn’t exactly want to send this kid to an early grave. Hayuko pondered the idea as he didn’t exactly want to return to the city either; he had just walked out of there. The pause he was taking to think was almost comical for everyone but the poor guy dying in front him.

Hayuko heard a cough, turning his attention back to kisuke; this man he knew nothing about. Not even his name. Finally he decided that he had accidentally tortured this guy enough as he began to stammer. Hopefully the hospital would be able to fully recover this guy. It’d be a damn shame if he smashed his skeletal structure so badly that the nerves were severed after all…. Hayuko decided not to ponder on the negatives as he began to pick the man up; completely ignoring the moment he spoke out for help. He didn’t really pay attention to it as he lifted the man with no difficulty at all. Although instead of lugging him on his shoulder, he carried him like a little princess in his two arms. He didn’t exactly want the guy to suffer more damage than he already had.

”I’ll getcha to a hospital soon” were the only words he actually spoke to the man as he began his trudge back to the city, it wouldn’t take too long; but he wasn’t the one in pain.

Sat Jun 28, 2014 8:06 pm

He imagined what would happen next. Maybe the stranger would step on him again and again... and again- or at least until he died. Maybe the stranger would pass out from shock and they’d both die there. Maybe they left to get help or something- but then they’d probably never find him again. Or maybe he’d get swept off his feet by a shining knight in armor and- ’Woah’ he silently exclaimed as the stranger scooped him off the ground like a rag doll. Kisuke felt the blood rushing to his face- and out of his body, but mostly to his face as the stranger carried him. He was flustered by the stranger’s decision to carry him like... this. At a complete loss of words, literally of course, he avoided looking at his face. It was.. kind of- extremely awkward. But at least this meant that he wasn’t a bad guy right? His eyes had begun to stray back to the other’s face to check and see if he was also embarrassed, but he wasn’t- in fact he didn’t seem bothered by it at all. Kisuke found it rather difficult to read Hayuko and- ’Ow.. right...’

He turned his attention back to the wound in his chest after his courteous reminder. He was pleased to find that his arm had instinctively reached over and gripped it for him. Which was also weird to him. He felt like he was in someone else’s body. Most of the feeling in his body had come back to him, thanks to all the pain, but still he felt that he wasn’t used to this body. Something about his body just screamed stranger to him- that not only was this someone else’s body, but it was someone that he had never met before as well. This peculiar sensation combined with his lack of memories made him feel very uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, forgetting the circumstances, and darted his eyes back to Hayuko. But when he looked at Hayuko another image floated to the surface of his consciousness. Kisuke could remember looking up at another face like this once. He squinted his eyes, but the features just got blurrier. He couldn’t actually tell, but he swore the face was smiling. This seemed like a very warm and fond memory, but in the pit of his stomach, Kisuke was very unsettled by the daydream.

‘Because they aaaalways die ~’

Kisuke tensed up and froze a bit hearing the profound whispering. It was clear, unlike the other voice he had heard, and it was in his own voice. He suddenly felt more “there” than he was before, and he even noticed that his other hand, that was dangling away from Hayuko, was gripping his Zanpakutō. It was his? It was... wasn’t it? “Hey...” Kisuke whispered, almost to himself.

‘Hahaha’

“Hey” Kisuke said a little bit louder. He couldn’t accept any of this. Even though this stranger has stepped on him, and he wasn’t in the greatest of conditions, he had to stop- right now. “Hey!” Kisuke nearly shouted this time. He ground his teeth as he thought about what he was going to say. “I don’t want your help,” Kisuke steadied his voice.

‘Liar~’

“I don’t need your help,” he declared, trying to make his voice as cold as possible. He wanted friends, he wanted his help, he didn’t want to be alone... But he needed to reject it all. He felt an incredibly strong conviction to-... to... ’To save them from me?’ was the best he could do to make the sense out of his emotions. He could feel the bleeding coming to a stop. ‘Wha-?’

‘Hehe’

’Who...’

‘Hahaha’

’... I’ll be fine if I’m alone again...’ he thought trying to convince himself and... and...?

Mon Jun 30, 2014 3:22 pm

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 657

Hayuko kept walking ignoring the initial ‘Woah’ he got from the injured man, it’s not as if he was doing this for any particular reason besides keeping him less damaged. To him this was the easiest way to keep the poor man from breaking even further. He looked down on the man to see that blood was actually flushing his face. He almost seemed like a girl who just got swooned off to a romantic getaway; but Hayuko simply figured that the man had developed a fever. Afterall when you have open wounds and are laid around bacteria, it’s very easy to catch virus’s and diseases; at least this was what Hayuko had figured.

The poor man was probably suffering from his injuries, but here Hayuko was; lazing around towards the hospital… Takinig his time. Of course the man wouldn’t have known that, but it probably wasn’t the greatest time to take a stroll with a dying man in your arms and whatnot. Hayuko felt the slight shift under his arms, while it didn’t bother him as carrying the man was as easy as carrying a grocery bag to him; it made him feel a little better to know the man could actually move. He hadn’t severed his spine after all… After taking a few more steps he suddenly could feel the man tensing up; as if he was completely anxious, although Hayuko couldn’t understand why. He wasn’t emitting any form of energy at the moment; although that would certainly be enough to scare many people.

Conufsed by the action he continued to walk as his noticed the man had a zanpaktou in his hand. That wasn’t there before hand was it? Hayuko raised an eyebrow and ignored it, as many Shinigami could recall their swords on a whim regardless. Soon he could hear kisuke speak little by little, but he continued to ignore it as he didn’t exactly want to engage in conversation with the man. Untill the man began to speak up quite loudly. With annoyance hayuko looked down at the man, his blood red eyes howling at him to shut up when he calmed his voice and said “I don’t want your help”. At this point Hayuko knew that he was losing way too much blood; as he was clearly starting to get delirious. He was near death’s door and now he didn’t want any help? Oh please.

Hayuko was nearly about to wrap himself in darkness, and phase the both of them to a hospital since the man was clearly injured, until he felt a wound close up on the palm of his hand. One of the man’s wounds had completely sealed itself again. Regeneration? There wasn’t many people who could self heal a wound like that so quickly, al-beit he himself was one of them. At this point, his sudden change in state and attitude could be pointed into some sort of aggression. Although Hayuko wasn’t going to over react to such a change and send him to oblivion; he certainly wasn’t going to keep playing this game.

He dropped kitsune straight as he was holding him, and took a step back; his blood red eyes turned from a bright red, to a stone cold black. This black color was not the kind of color you see in fabric, but it seemed like an endless abyss that seems to suck down every living thing it sees. What makes his black eyes even more frightening is the pupil. You can literally see something darker moving about inside his pupils. Something sinister…. At this point Hayuko gave the man a look and finally uttered a few words.

“So what’s your game”

Hayuko reference the sudden change in attitude, and the fact that the man could heal himself. While he wasn’t exactly trying to be aggressive, he certainly seemed that way. In fact the sudden change in his eyes could be enough to frighten others.

Tue Jul 08, 2014 4:36 pm

Perhaps it wasn't the greatest idea to put off a stranger’s act of kindness. He considered the countless calamities that could follow his poor decision making. This could end horribly in so many, many, many.... many ways. In fact, if Kisuke was ignored and the stranger disregarded his sudden outburst, that too would be a problem. Still, as soon as the last word left his mouth, he squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for whatever was to come next.

Plop. He cringed as he landed on the ground. ’Why did he have to be so tall’ he thought as new places on his body began to ache. I mean the fall couldn't have been that bad, but these weren't exactly normal circumstances either. Even though his wound had closed up, his insides had shown little or no sign of recovery. He rolled onto his side mostly to turn away from the stranger, but also to sit up a bit. He balanced himself on his elbow and gripped his chest with his other hand. 'It doesn't hurt' he told himself. He had to get up, and right himself. He had to appear fine to be left alone. Everything was going well so far... This was exactly what he had wanted to happen.

‘Hahaha’

Ignoring the faint laughter in his head, he let go of his chest and placed his palm on the ground. He tested out the amount of force he could exert and felt confident he could push himself up- but he wasn't sure if his body could handle the force. He pushed himself off the ground a bit and gripped his Zanpakutō tightly with his other hand. He shifted his balance off his elbow and dug the sheathed sword into the ground as he got a foot on the ground, and then another- and now he was standing. He let out a breathe of relief at his accomplishment- well... He was paralyzed a few minutes ago, so this was an accomplishment to him. He steadied his breath and prepared to face Hayuko. Even though his body demanded rest, he was pleased to find that his legs weren't wobbling one bit. He drained his face of emotion and replaced his frail, sickly appearance with a guise of cold and empty. As he turned around, he found that Hayuko had comprehended his actions in a very different manner.

This was perfect

'Pfft'

He refused to show his surprise and tried his hardest to maintain his composure. This was easy. This way would work too. Kisuke gripped his Zanpakutō a little tighter and clenched his teeth. Just... Just...

“So what’s your game”

Kisuke blinked once as Hayuko spoke. His expressions and overall outward- his aura seemed to change. Kisuke hadn't been able to identify any of these signs earlier as he examined him and took a second to analyze again. His posture was was different, his tone had sharpened, and his eyes...? His eyes changed colors. When Kisuke stared straight 'into' Hayuko's eyes, his composure broke a bit. But there was no fear. Kisuke had never once feared for his own life before. Instead, a soft look of worry crept through his composure. The grip on his Zanpakutō loosened and he reached towards Hayuko with his free hand. Kisuke opened his mouth to speak and then closed it at a loss for words. "Does.. Does that hurt?" he whispered before he could stop himself. The abyss seemed full. Full of all sorts of things. Full of the stranger- in a way... They seemed to reflect his insides more than when his eyes were red to Kisuke. "Tch," Kisuke sucked his teeth aware of his error, quickly retracting his hand and balling it into a fist. He looked to the side searching for a way to correct a slip like that. "I-.. uhm.." he mumbled under his breath.

'Heh'

'?...'

'What are you thinking...?"

Note: Italicized in ' ' are Kisuke's thoughts, and regular ' ' is for when the conformer is speaking, which is only aloud in his mind.

Mon Jul 14, 2014 2:34 pm

Artist: N/A - Song: N/A - Word Count: 562

Hayuko was having his doubts now. Honestly he didn’t now why he had been so hostile towards the guy; I mean even though hes suddenly walking like everything is all good, it’s not like he could do anything to him. He was a beast this poor fella was like battered down otter. Yes an otter was the first thing he thought of when he looked at this poor guy. Why an otter? Hayuko’s mind was filled with fucked up things over his life, sometimes its better not to question it. Watching the man roll on the floor Hayuko’s conscious began to come back into play; maybe he shouldn’t have dropped the guy… Another part of him was telling him to just leave; this was a waste of his time.

Seeing the man struggling to get up on his own, made him wonder why he was even on guard in the first place; clearly this guy was nothing special. At least not to Hayuko, but he had to be impressed at his rate of recovery. Hayuko could’ve sworn that the man was on deaths row just a few minutes ago. Maybe this was a good chance to practice his necromancy, see how if he could get himself his own slave… Hahaha. Hayuko was bemused by his own thoughts as he quickly dispelled them, it was only a joke inside of his own head. But of course if the man could read minds he’d probably be running for his life right about now. Although Hayuko wouldn’t do anything to a man who didn’t aggress him in the first place.

Except you know, maybe drop him while he was half dead. Maybe.

Soon the man was facing Hayuko, his form seemed to improve but Hayuko could care less. In fact he even started to yawn disinterested in the event. Despite the fact that he was showing his aura, it didn’t really matter; afterall this was a cake walk to maintain for him. He could live with this aura on for great periods of times without a single problem. Well despite the fact that it would disturbed ninety-eight percent of the population. He could already sense the change in the man’s composure; although it was not as great a reaction as he usually gets. At this point he was happy about that. As long as he didn’t release his spiritual pressure he wouldn’t scare the guy too badly.. Right?

“Does.. Does that Hurt”

Hayuko raised an eyebrow at the question. He couldn’t comprehend what he was possibly talking about. Did he have any injury that he couldn’t see? He would have never guessed that the man was talking about his appearance, his dreadfully frightening power because to Hayuko it was as normal as the light of day. He lived with this burden and long abandoned thoughts of pain and self-pity. His will had been molded into something stronger than Iron surviving with the hell of a reality that had been bestowed upon him. So he looked kisuke straight into the eyes, and spoke a few simple words.

”Are you sure you don’t need help? I can take you to the hospital”

He spoke these words worried that the man was now turning delusional. ”Honestly you could use the help” Hayuko said oblivious to the fact, that he was trying to be comforted in a way.

Mon Aug 04, 2014 8:42 pm

‘Huh... This guy sure is dense~...’

’Shut up, Kisuke retorted to his own voice in his mind. Just stay calm, he just had to stay calm. If he could just stay calm long enough to get rid of this guy. He had to be more clear. “I-”

”Are you sure you don’t need help? I can take you to the hospital”

’No....’he thought to himself biting his lip with his canine. He He knew that sooner or later, he’d heal up on his own. It might take some time, but he was sure that the rest of his body could fix itself up just like the wound that had closed on its own. He didn’t need any help.

‘Nah~ That didn’t close on it’s own!’

”Honestly you could use the help”

He didn’t want any help.

‘Pshh’

He knit his eyebrows together. There was too many people... inside. “I’ll- I’ll be fine... really” he stuttered. Kisuke seemed to be losing control. The voice was really pushing Kisuke’s buttons. He covered his left eye with his hand and gripped it tightly. It felt like someone was digging through his head from the inside out. Underneath a mist seemed to swirl around in his eye. The pupil gradually faded to a colorless shade. He staggered backwards a step.

‘Ya gotta be more assertive!~’

His other eye grew wide and stared as his hand began to move on its own. It cleanly drew the Zanpakutō and brandished it lightly in the air. He hadn’t even noticed when it began to move. He had only noticed because there the blade glinted before his face. “Wha-” He choked out before moving his hand from his eye to his throat. This wasn’t like before. It felt like someone was strangling him, trying to put him out.

“Heya~”

He spoke without wanting to. It felt like he was watching himself inside of a dream. Like he knew what was going on, he could see what he was going on, he could see his own body, but he didn’t seem connected to it. His arm nonchalantly dropped swatting at a rock on the ground with the Zanpakutō, sending it hurling towards Hayuko. He grinned, flashing his teeth at Hayuko.

‘no...’

It felt like he was being lulled to sleep. He could only think aloud, his thoughts no longer reaching his lips.

‘Oh I don’t think I can hurt him~’

Fri Aug 08, 2014 2:37 am

Artist: E.S Posthumas - Song: Unstoppable - Word Count: 338

Hayuko looked upon the man with an ongoing curiosity. It almost seemed as if he was trying to fight himself as he looked upon his mannerisms. Maybe the guy really was going insane, or maybe he had something else inside of him. Hayuko wasn’t a stranger to such a thing, but he wasn’t thinking about it anyways.

His mannerisms continued for quite a bit, but Hayuko didn’t care enough to press more. He knew that once you pressed enough buttons, one would turn around and attack the instance you press too hard. Whether it was a stress thing, insecurity or simple anger he didn’t know; what he did know is that it was a common thing. Especially with those you didn’t know. Thisdidn’t really seem like a man who would be fine on his own. In fact at this point he imagined that a pack of wolves could ravenously chase him down and rip him to shreds; he was in such a pitiful state, but he didn’t want to leave someone he personally pulverized on accident by himself.

Now as kisuke clutched his face Hayuko knew something was wrong, the guy was clearly spazzing out. Hayuko wasn’t bothered by the sudden change, at this point he was beginning to realize the change in the man’s personality. This wasn’t a man who needed help, this was turning into a man with a second personality; and something told Hayuko that it wasn’t the friendliest of people. He got the most sarcastic of hello’s and looked straight into the eyes of the man. The sudden change was definitely not welcome.

Hayuko saw the motions of the man, reading his attack pattern very clearly. In fact it wasn’t an attack at all, it was more of a welcoming. Hayuko knew exactly how to respond to the situation. Hayuko grabbed the rock easily and instead of crushing it he completely melted it with his flames. He looked straight into the eyes of the new man. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

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