Sunlight streamed down through the gaps in the tree's beaches, illuminating the forest floor with a soft, gentle light. A boy with grayish-blue eyes, so thin and delicate in the white dress he almost appeared female, walked happily along, a small smile on his soft pink lips. For a moment at least, he was alone, finally free to think and say what he wanted. He didn't have to worry about Asuma beating him out here. The small, skillfully woven basket in his hand swinging, he was making his way down a worn path, looking for wildflowers. He didn't know why, but flowers always made him feel happy, as if he were absorbing the bright hopefulness of the soft, delicate flowers. Whistling could be heard, high, delicate notes of pure happiness.
"I really missed this" Arashi said aloud, his tiny face lit up with his happiness. The simple white skirt fluttering about his pale legs in the slight breeze, the small white haired boy continued merrily on his way, not noticing the thorn bush that stood in the path. With a cry of shock he tumbled into the bush, thorns scraping at his soft skin. The flower crown he had made fell from his head only to be crushed as he fell on top of it. Blood began to well from the scratches as he struggled out of the bush. "Ow... that wasn't there before..." He muttered, a hint of annoyance crossing his features before he brightening up again, the bright blood now streaking his legs and arms. "Oh well."
Ignoring the stinging pain, he began walking once more, spotting a clump of flowers up ahead. They matched his eyes, a sea blue color, swaying delicately in the breeze. He bent down to pick them, a smile clearly showing on his face. As his small, delicate hands reached for the flowers, something made him pause. Mere millimeters before them, his hand stopped, as he realized where he had seen these flowers before. He had seen them once, long ago... In the same field where his sister had died.
Nicholas was out for a stroll in the forest. he had no idea what he was going to with his day. Everything just seemed to run together and everything just seemed to go to hell slowly but surely. He slowly moved his hand up to his cigar and slowly pulled it out of his mouth soon after taking a long hit on it. As he slowly blew out a ring of smoke he slowly closed his eyes as he let his thoughts slowly over take him. After a few seconds he slowly raised one eyebrow as he caught wind of a strange scent. He could have sworn he was here alone though the prospect of him being wrong again was always a high possibility. shaking his head he slowly moved towards the scent as he slowly shook his head.
He was far from unaware of the fact that others would call him strange in this place but he never really let it get to him. He slowly moved the cigar back to his mouth as his lips slowly closed around it. his wild and coarse looking hair would gently sway within a breeze that slowly began to move through the forest. His eyes ended up falling upon someone messing with the flowers and he could not help but sigh as he slowly shook his head. Hey what are you doing here. If your not prepared for anything ya may end up getting hurt kid. he had a gruff militant tone to his voice but it would be clear that he was just worried about someone being alone in the woods. sense it was known to become rather dangerous if one was not careful.
He remained silent as he stared at the kid though stoping in his tracks he could not help but be curious on how this kid would react to his presence here. his curiosity peeked he just stood there with a coy grin upon his lips. After all there isn't anything one can do alone if ya get outnumbered or something as you wonder around if you are to busy stopping to smell the flowers after all. this all was spoken with a soft laugh. the reason behind it was lost even to him but the grin only grew and he took another hit on his cigar but this time he kept the cigar in his mouth and blew the smoke out from around it.
Oh, he was seeing red. Or purple. Or burgundy. Or scarlet. Or whatever color of the spectrum he was seeing. Irregardless, Asuma wasn't in the best of moods right now, and he really showed it. You could see it in his walk, the look and pink hue on his face, and his heavy breathing. If looks could kill, this whole land would be black right now.
Ooh, the second he gets his hands on that fruitcake! But Asuma was getting ahead of himself right now. First he had to find that cocksucker before he could do anything.
The wind brushed against his white jacket as he sped towards where he could see a faint multicolored light in the distance. He used to have one just like the one he was currently wearing, with black fur and several pockets. Too bad the faggot had to go and fuck it up, eh?
The rolled-up blunts of marijuana hidden on the inside of the coat didn't help any either, though it made his quarters and part of the Second Division barracks smell like skunk piss for the time being. He would've killed the kid sooner, but he just happened to disappear the minute he found out.
While Asuma was thinking about just what he was planning on, he inched closer and closer to where the light was, to the point where he could see it in plain view.
The second he saw it however; He wanted to toss his cookies like a little kid. It was just so.....disgusting. Nasty as hell. It looked like garbage steeped in excrement that was steeped in excrement once more, Though in this case, it was Roy.g.biv-covered trash and shit.
Asuma found himself having to stop for a moment, before convulsing and spewing out the unrecognizable food he had eaten the hour before.
The young boy had paused as he had moved to pick the flowers, only for a man to start scolding him. turning around, he put one bloodied hand on his hips, glaring at the man. "If i'm out here, i'm out here for a reason, stranger. And I may not look I but I am not in fact defenseless, so leave me alone before you find out what I can do." the tiny boy probably looked hilarious, but he was dead serious. This guy needed to leave him alone, now.
But then he noticed another presence nearby and noticeably paled. What was his master doing here? Why the hell had he come all the way out here? Turning around again, he turned to face his master, nervously tugging on one lock of his white hair.
"M-master, w-w-what at y-you doing h-here?' he asked with a nervous little twitch. facing Asuma, he watched the man puke at the sight of his reiatsu, and knew he was in for punishment. If Asuma had come all the way out here to find him, whatever he was about to be punished for was serious. Still considerably nervous as he waited for Asuma to finish, he glanced at the other man, willing him to leave, so that he wouldn't see the beating that was about to happen. If he saw that, if he was a good person, he may try to stop asuma, or take arashi away, which would only make things worse for him.
Nicholas could not help but laugh at the kid trying to look as if he could actually do anything. as he slowly shook his head he could not help but grin as he looked at him. kid you are in no way shape or form someone I would ever be worried about if they went crazy or even bothered to attack me. ya look way to puny ta be a challenge in a fight anyway. As he finished speaking he slowly turned his head to look to the other person who had just arrived. Slowly raiseing his eyebrow he slowly shook his head. And here I thought that whole master thing was dead in the water. Though then again he does look about as borin as you. Even if he does look stronger at the very least.
He stated as he took another puff of his cigar as he slowly looked around. Damn place used ta be interesting without all these oddball's hangin around. Then again I suppose different place differently abled people I suppose. He took another puff on his cigar before it was completely used up. as soon as it was gone he droped it on the ground and quickly stamped it out to avoid any proublems it may cause. He slowly shook his head as he took in a deep breath. He could not help but wounder why the strange people always seemed to find their way towards him.
If you two ladys need some time alone I will be happy to give it to ya. He stated as he slowly turned and started to walk away. He did not go to far but he did always keep his senses open just in case one of them made a move on him. He was pretty sure that at least one of them would but he did not want to jump the gun. Just in case no one actually made the move of attack. He could not belive what he had seen but woring over little things like that never really accured to him. walking over to a nearby tree he slowly turned to it and let his back rest against it as he reached into his pocket to pull out another cigar as well as a lighter. He was determined to light up a new cigar just in case something ended up happening and he needed to be at his best.
moveing the cigar to his lips he used the lighter to light it up and take a quick hit on it. Paying attention to everything around him the desire to find out how this all would end was to much to truly walk away from.
Artist: Lucas King - Song: Sad Piano Music- Abuse - Word Count:
As stomach acid and half-digested food escaped his mouth, Asuma looked up to see another figure standing with the little fucker. From his point of view, he looked gruff as hell and slightly menacing. That is, menacing in the sense of something you'd see out of one of those stupid movies from the Human world.
Asuma wiped his mouth off and blinked a good three times, so as to get a real idea of what he was seeing. He couldn't hide the tinge of frustration he felt at the beast-looking man for just being there. If this were anything like last time, he might feel the need to defend the kid from Asuma. Worst case scenario, the Shinigami would have to bang with two people at once, and he didn't exactly relish the idea of fighting someone/thing who looked like they just came out of a cave.
In more pressing matters, Asuma had to decide just what exactly he'd do to the kid, assuming the other fucker wasn't going to stop him. A series of ideas filled his mind: Ripping a branch off a tree and switching him with it? No, too marking. Destroy the entire forest he seems to like so much? He'd be doing the most then. Then he remembered something he watched the other day; Some guy named after a ram, ramming their elbow into someone's face.
"Good, the other cocksucker's left," Asuma muttered to himself as he looked to see the beast-man walking away from the both of them. It was at that moment that he vanished in the ever-so-familiar swoosh of Shunpo, moving quicker than most eyes can see. In mid-run, he did a quick 360-degree spin and held his forearm out as to make a battering ram with it.
It was going to crack across the faggot's face if he didn't get out of the way, and fast.
The boy nervously awaited punishment as he closed his eyes. Silence. He couldn't hear a thing, at least not from his master. Was he not being punished? No, Master was definitely here to punish him. So why was he held in suspense like this? Was the suspense part of the punishment? As he waited, he heard Master get up, though he still felt nothing. More suspense. What was Asuma waiting for? But then he heard Master start to move, and knew the punishment was starting. He sensed Master just before he hit him, arm cracking across his face, hard. The boy went down, mind screaming out in pain, though he remained utterly silent. He was not going to give Master the satisfaction of hearing him cry. Never would he let itself cry in front of Asuma. The pain was sharp, and he was almost certain something had been broken, but he remained silent as he kept his eyes screwed tightly shut.
The impact with the hard ground had also been painful, and he could already feel a dull ache spreading through his body. He had to grit his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound, but silent he remained as he took the hit, and the impact with the ground. He tasted blood, he had bitten his lip when Asuma had hit him.
Nithanial was still listening and he could not help but shake his head. a soft grin forming upon his lips as he laughed. Heh that's rather quite funny never seen one looser attack another before. Though I suppose that's just how they like it. its always so funny how the so called strong tend ta go for the weak. He did not move from his spot though all he did was laugh as his head swayed back and forth. He soon took another puff on his cigar as he continued to listen. He did not make any move sense it seemed they both seemed to be okay with being called female. He could not help but laugh at that thought as well. simply takeing another puff of his cigar he was curious if anything interesting would happen. He was not sure on if he would have to but for some reason he could not help but think he may have to step in. Though for the time being he refused to do so.
He could not help but think if someone could talk tough they should at least try to back it up. Even if they did nothing to show they were worthy of being taken seriously to begin with.
Artist: Blue Stahli - Song: Takedown (Instrumental) - Word Count:
Aesthetics be damned; at least the kid went down. Asuma's forearm connected with his face with a sickening thwack, sending the boy down to the floor in a heap, it looked like. At that moment, he was inundated with satisfaction at what he had just done; Asuma wouldn't admit it even if he wanted to, but he felt a certain pleasure in beating the hell out of the fruitcup; It was as though he had gotten a certain type of rub that was inappropriate to talk about in most settings.
To put it simply, Asuma was enjoying kicking the shit out of Arashi, and he wasn't about to stop anytime soon. His thoughts were such that he couldn't give any less of a damn about that baboon who just left the vicinity, and that if it tried to interfere, Asuma would cut it down and kill it, in a manner consistent with torture. At this moment, he had no patience for things getting in the way of his plan.
Asuma glowered at the boy laying on the ground before him, a look of extreme disdain and contempt gracing his features. With two swift motions, he cocked his right foot back and fired it forward, as to punt the little fucker like a football. He thought about saying something to break his spirit, but refrained upon realizing one thing, albeit wrongly quoted:
Arashi spit out a mix of saliva and blood as he hit the ground, having bit himself by accident as he hit the ground. The pain from Asuma hitting him wasn't nearly as bad as the emotional pain, knowing he wasn't good enough for his master, and never would be. His breath hissed out in something akin to a gasp, as Asuma decided to kick him this time; launching him several feet through the air. His small body curled in on itself defensively, in an attempt to protect himself from the pain, though it clearly wasn't working as he hit the ground again. Tears of pain formed in his eyes as he looked up at the man he called his master, pleading expression on his face. Why did Master always do this? He was no better than Arashi's first Master, though the abuse that man showered upon him had been only Sexual in nature. It had not been painful like this, at least not most the time... Shaking, Arashi awaited the next blow, eyes screwed shut in anticipation, tiny fists clenched as a single tear managed to escape. These bruises were definitely going to show in the morning, no doubt about it. And Asuma would probably hit him again for that.
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